Nevati

*"Let’s fight! Then we’ll get drinks and laugh it off! C'mon, what’d you say?"*

 **Race**
 **Occupation**
 **Status**
 **Family**

Nevati (born December the 20th of 607 K.C., in Nagrand, Outland) is a sight to behold, nearly 8 feet of perfectly sculpted muscle with all the delicacy of a crate full of drunk goats. Given the choice to leave her nomadic tribe to grow stronger after failing her people’s rather quaint courtship ritual (which manly consisted of punching the guy she liked and challenging him to a match, to prove her worth as a mate. She lost), she became a vagabond forever seeking new challenges, hoping to one day to return to her people and earn her right to start a family.

Rowdy, rough, and boisterous, Nevati is full of energy and loves nothing more than a good fight, a good drink, and a good laugh; nothing gets her blood pumping more than seeing a foe that might best her in battle, and when facing danger, her directions are “Forward” and “Forward, but faster". There is a kind, compassionate, and rather lost young woman underneath all that, however. Gifted with an almost suicidal sense of adventure and complete disregard for her lodging situation, Nevati travels far and wide, happy to meet new people, get lost, and figure out creative ways to survive.

## Noteworthy Feats

Nevati might not have a profession; she might not have more than she carries to her name; she might not have any particularly sophisticated skills! However, she is strong, enthusiastic, and dangerously carefree, traits that have allowed her to accrue a significant number of feats, such as:

### Met Chachi

She had a gronnling try to eat her food when she was taking a nap in her native Nagrand. They fought for three hours, until she knocked him out with a headbutt. They’ve been inseparable friends since. His name is Chachi, and he’s very handsome in his own way. She has been trying to get him to eat more greens since their arrival on Azeroth three years ago, as after he developed a taste for sheep, they kept getting into trouble with he owners of said sheep.

### Crossed the Dark Portal

She accidentally walked into the Dark Portal when she and Chachi got drunk on too much Mag’har ale and an orc bet her she wouldn’t dare run into it. It took her about two weeks to realise that she was in another world. One day she hopes to meet that orc again for him to pony-up!

### Helped the Westfall Community

Nevati ploughed an entire wheat field by herself to prove that she wasn’t a demon, when a suspicious Westfall village she wandered into accused her of such. The elders still weren’t convinced, but after she promised to help them win against the neighbouring village during the county fair’s Strong Man competition, they declared her “Nice Demon Lady” and allowed her to go. She still visits from time to time, and whenever she does the kids beg her to hurl them into the river with her tail.

### Saved the Orphans

She saved an orphanage in Duskwood from burning by punching the fire away. No one is entirely sure how she managed that. As a result of her feat, the nuns named one of the newest babies after her. She stops by whenever she’s in the area and brings little human Nevati whatever gifts she can find. The last were a pair of dumbells bigger than the girl, but she’s sure to grow into them.

### Misunderstood by the Authorities

Nevati has accrued a veritable list of fines for public indecency since she still doesn’t understand \*why\* Stormwind has so many ponds, fountains, and canals if you can’t take a bath in them. Like, what the heck? They’re RIGHT THERE! Frickin’ tin-cans.

### Honorary Dwarf

She deadlifted an entire family of dwarves, their old ram, their cart, and their cargo of ale, and carried the whole thing for a mile, to help them escape a band of marauding troggs, while hoof-kicking those smelly villains away along the way. As a result, she was deemed “Honorary Dwarf” and had a rune inscribed in the family’s fireplace.

### Sailed as a Hard-headed Pirate

Nevati signed up for a contest in Booty Bay about who could withstand more hits to the head with a club by the audience. She won the competition but developed temporary amnesia and somehow found herself a week later aboard a pirate ship, wearing a bandana, playing dice with the crew, and having the nickname Crazy Goat. It’s all a bit hazy, but she thinks she convinced the pirates to leave their criminal ways behind when she regained her memories. What in truth happened is that she tackled the captain off the ship and started hurling cannonballs at everyone until they decided it would be safer to tie her to a boat and send her back.

### Rescued Those in Need

She was invited to a pretty nice place by a group of kind humans in fancy robes. She lived with them for nearly a month, during which they kept asking her to do increasingly weird stuff. When they finally asked her to “Receive and devour the body of a sacrifice” she figured out these weren’t the nice folk she thought they were. It was, yet again, a case of silly Azerothians assuming that, just because she has horns, tails, and hooves, she had to be some kind of demon! She broke the prisoners meant for sacrifice out and ran with them all bunched up on her shoulders. It was half a dozen of them!

### Worked as a Barmaid

She worked at a tavern in Arathi for about a month, keeping the patrons entertained by making juice through crushing various fruits with her biceps and thighs; some asked her to do the same with their heads, which she refused, chalking it to some weird local custom that she wanted no part in. She got fired after Chachi caught scent of the smoked meats downstairs and destroyed half the building trying to get to it.

### Abs of Steel

She took a cannonball to the gut as part of a bet, and won! When one of the sore winners asked if she could do the same with a smaller bullet (which of course she said she could take. It was smaller, duh!), she was luckily stopped by more reasonable people who explained to her how guns work.

### Saved the Baby Gryphons

Nevati befriended a clan of Wildhammer Dwarves by rescuing a bunch of cute little gryphon babies. But it turned out to be the wrong cute little gryphon babies, and their parents almost clawed her eyes out. It also turned out that the cute little gryphon babies were owned by another clan of Wildhammer Dwarves, and in the process, she apparently sparked a family feud. She offered to settle differences with an arm-wrestling contest; they politely but forcefully escorted her out of the Hinterlands.

### Didn’t Learn Magic

While travelling across Elwynn, she stumbled-upon, wrestled-with, drank with, slept with, and finally became friends with a tipsy but handsome wizard by the name of Gandarond. A vagabond just as her, he caught her imagination with tales of all the amazing places and legendary challenges that dotted the lands of Azeroth, as well as his ability to conjure booze out of thin air (tasted like deer piss but hey, free booze on demand!). While he tried to teach her a few magic tricks, she proved to be, in his expert assessment “Utterly devoid of any conceivable magical skill. In fact, you’re like the equivalent of a magic void, just with more muscles.” She had to admit he was right, but she still punched him in the gut for that.

### Honest Work in Gilneas

More recently, Nevati tried to once again work as a barmaid, this time in Gilneas, while Gandarond did his part as a street performer, all to gather the money to sail across the sea, where news of a great trading company by the name of The Everwind Exchange called them, with promises of glory and adventure. In addition to ripping the uniform because her muscles just didn’t fit and constantly knocking things over with her tail, her hooves were considered an issue of public safety for the patron’s feet. She was asked to leave when she tripped and accidentally broke through the floor and into the cellar. She did land inside a barrel of wine, so it wasn’t all bad.

### Smelly Stowaway

Able to barely amass enough money between the two to buy half a haunch of pork (which was then promptly stolen by a swallow. Nevati tried to memorise the bird’s features, swearing to get back at it should she ever see it again), the pair of waywards hid themselves as stowaways on a ship -a guano ship. They were caught when the smell had become so unbearable that they burst onto the deck and emptied their guts on the crew, after which were put to forced labour. Their stint as galley slaves was cut short, however, when a storm tossed the ship against the cliffs of Azshara.

### The Vagabond Trail

Shipwrecked or not, they had managed to reach their destination. Or something like that. Look, at least it was the same continent. They spent the next few months wandering about Kalimdor, trying to find the path towards Port Everwind, somewhere along the coast of Dustwallow Marsh. Along the way they collected and befriended quite a motley crew of misfits and oddballs, including but not limited to: Alwinn, a dodgy but charming pirate; Korbyn, a wandering lawyer and her associate Myro, some kind of stinky cloud able to take human form; a talking cat, henceforth known as Mr Cat, and his blind, winged, horned elf friend Realinia; not one, but two animated, life-sized porcelain dolls, Winkel, built in the shape of a gnome and somehow able to suck blood through people’s skin) and Ciders, elf-shaped and obsessed with books; and a half-Eredar witch by the name of Tayanael, who turned out to be quite a bit nicer than Nevati expected, and her mysterious, androgynous Kaldorei companion Alehnayah. Together, and through perhaps the most circuitous route imaginable, they finally arrived to Port Everwind, finding employment under the ruthless leadership of Venture Captain Ithelien Summersong.

### Falling Star of the Fight Pits

Nevati discovered the joy of brutal, mostly illegal battle when she stumbled upon the underground fighting circuit underneath Port Everwind, and later found out there was a similar network in Stormwind -where she was often sent by her employer to work as muscle and protect the shipments. The thrill of the roaring audience and the exhilaration of victory gave her an ego-boost, and the money wasn’t bad either! Regrettably, this led her into a downward spiral of vice, spending her nights and days in a haze of drunkenness, wanton casual sex, and picking fights with everybody. She had to put a stop to this when, during a particularly bad bender, she vomited all over one of her best friends -and someone she had grown to admire-, a Draenei by the name of Yveti. It took her falling that low to realise she had lost her way: she had come to Azeroth to train, to learn, to become someone worthy of her people, and like a teenager left without supervision she had gone completely off the rails.

### Got Back up Again

It took her a while, but she got her life back in order, and even found a stable job! While still doing occasional work for The Everwind Exchange, she picked up a side-hustle as a bouncer in a seedy bar deep within Stormwind’s Old Town. The strict code demanded by the owner, and the responsibility of keeping things in order, have helped Nevati get back to a healthier, decent life. She still skinny-dips in the city fountains (because, again, what else is all that water for?!) and sleeps wherever she falls, earning her regular visits to jail. Her temper is still a bit volcanic and gets her in barfights, streetfights, park-fights, and one time even a cheese-shop-fight, which, again, earn her regular visits to jail. But she is content and happy, and finally feels like she’s on her way to become what she set out to be: a decent person, a dependable friend, and the damned-strongest brawler either Azeroth or Draenor have ever seen!

## Please State Your Full Name

“Please state your full name.” The woman’s voice was cold and martial.

“Nevati”, replied the far more casual Draenei, her eyes wandering curiously around the place. It was some kind of guardpost, just outside of Stormwind.

The woman scribbled on a piece of parchment “Last name?”

“Uh... yeah? I mean, Nevati was the last one I was given. Also the first.”

“So Nevati Nevati?”

“No, just Nevati. I don’t have any more names!”

The officer sighed. “Subject has no last name. Registered as Nevati NN for archival purposes.” She lifted her pen. “Status?”

“Alive, I guess.”

“I mean marital status. Are you married?”

“Oh, no. Not until I can punch a guy into submission, at least!”

“What?”

“That’s how we do it back in my tribe: you state a claim for a mate you want and challenge them to combat inside the circle. If they accept and you beat them, you earn the right to marry them and raise a family!”

The Human tilted her head a bit. “That sounds… laborious. So all the women in your tribe need to beat the men if they want to have kids?”

“Not just the women; the guys can do it too. It’s all about who initiates. We don’t have all this complicated courtship stuff you people do; you like someone, you punch them in the face and hope they punch you back.” \*Nevati leaned back, locking her fingers behind her head, her taut skin rippling over her well-defined muscles. She then put her hooves over the table.

“Fee- hooves off the table!”

“Fine, fine! Jeez, lady.”Nevati brought down her hooves and leaned her elbows on her knees, legs spread.

The officer gave her an annoyed glare and wrote some more. “What brings you here?”

“So, I stated my claim for a mate, you know? But I lost, bad -dude broke my collarbone; he’s so hot-, and I had to choose to either to leave the tribe to travel and get stronger, or drink the Grey Sap. So, I left, wandered Draenor for about a year, until I ended crossing that big orc portal. Next thing I know I’m in another world full of weird people with, like, foot fingers and stuff. Crazy, huh?” Her tone was jovial, amused even, and while there was a tinge of that thick Draenic accent, Nevati seemed to have a good grasp of the Human tongue. A very informal version of it, at least, picked up from the wanderers and vagabonds she often travelled with.

“I mean here, Stormwind. What brings you to our ci- wait, Grey Sap?” The woman put down her pen, intrigued.

“It’s this thing the elders get from old, dying trees -sort of like the willows you have here, but nastier. If you drink it, your insides get all shrivelled and you can’t have kids anymore. If you’re a dude, your dick falls off instead; some keep it as a memento, others sell it to the shamans for magic spells of whatever. They say it doesn’t hurt, but you feel sick for like two months.”

“That’s horrible! Why would people do that?!”

Nevati shrugged. “My people value vigour and fitness; we’re nomads, and I guess the idea was that weak people won’t survive for long, so we should all be strong. That’s why we have the mating ritual, so the fittest will give birth the next bunch of kids. If you can’t get through the ritual, you can leave to grow stronger and try again -like I’m doing-, or stay but promise you won’t have babies with, like, noodle arms or whatever. And since some people didn’t keep their promises long ago, they came up with the sap stuff.” The Draenei seemed wistful for a moment. “It’s kinda harsh, I guess, but that’s just the way things are. But I know I’ll find enough challenges here to grow so strong no mate will be able to stop me, and I’ll have a dozen kids. Two dozen! I’ll be popping them out all the time! And they’ll be all big and strong like their mom; they’ll beat anyone who stands to them so they’ll never have to leave their tribe and be alone for so long.” Though she was trying to be boisterous and cocky, there was a hint of sadness and resentment to her words.

The officer shuddered. “That’s ghastly.” She shook her head and picked up her pen. “Anyway. Any next of kin to report travelling with you? Family or companions?”

Nevati wiped her nose with the linen wrapping her wrists “Only Chachi.”

“What is your connection to this Chachi? They will have to get registered as well.”

Nevati chuckled heartily, filling the room. “Chachi can’t even talk. Unless you want to write down a bunch of urghs and garghs!”

“So Chachi is...?”

“A gronnling.”

“A what?”

“It’s easier if I show you.”Nevati stood up and walked to the door, putting her fingers between her lips and whistling loudly. “Chachi! Come here, knucklehead!”

The ground shook suddenly, and the officer’s hands darted to grab the various items threatening to bounce off her desk. Moments later, an immense, fifteen-foot tall, single-eyed colossus slid as he tried to break his charge before crashing against the guardpost. Nevati laughed and came outside, hugging the gronnling’s immense arm.

“Aw, there you are, big guy!” Nevati turned towards the officer, pointing at the gronnling with her thumb over her shoulder “Chachi.”

The woman took in a deep breath and scribbled some more “Oooh-kay, so that’s a Chachi...”

“We’ve been travelling together ever since this idiot tried to steal my food back in Nagrand.” Nevati crossed her arms and leaned on Chachi, who was sniffing a passing butterfly, intrigued. {col:ffffff}“We fought for about two hours, until we figured out who was stronger.” She tapped her horns “I’ve got a pretty thick head.”

“You sure do...” The officer coughed. “This... Chachi will have to stay outside the city. He is too large to transit our streets without endangering the citizens.”

“Oh sure, no problem, ma'am!” Nevati patted Chachi, who looked at her with a single, huge puppy eye and growled out a whimper. “Oh come on, you big softie. You’ll be okay!” She grabbed his enormous chin with both hands and shook it “Just eat a sheep or whatever if you get hungry, and wait around for me.”

“Wait, no! You can’t just order him to eat the sheep! Those animals have owners!” She squinted “Hold on. Has he already eaten any sheep?”

Both Nevati and Chachi exchanged gazes “I mean, uh... there was this...” She smiled, as innocently as she could.

“Ugh. The academy didn’t prepare me for this. Look, I’m too understaffed to deal with the panic, so just make sure your friend stays outside the wall and doesn’t walk near a farm.” She added some notes, exasperated. “Moving on. What’s your business in Stormwind?”

Nevati walked back inside and sat on the chair. “What do you mean? Like, trading?”

“Are you here to trade?”

“I... I don’t think so. I mean, I have a bunch of dead rabbits inside my backpack if you wanna trade? I love that bracelet you have. I’ll give you two rabbits for it.”

The woman’s hand went instinctively towards her bracelet “What? No! I’m asking what are you planning on doing once you’re inside the city!” She looked at her bracelet, and then at Nevati “And this is worth more than two rabbits. My husband gave it to m- why I am even explaining this to you. What. Is. Your. Business. In. Stormwind!”

The Draenei leaned back, balancing the chair on two legs. It creaked under the weigh of all those muscles “I dunno. I guess I just wanted to see what it’s like in there. I don’t visit cities often. They didn’t exactly let us in back home.”

“What do you mean? Were you and your people criminals of some kind? Troublemakers? Thieves? Because I won’t h-”

Nevati frowned “You’re just like the rest of them, aren't you? Cityfolk always said we were thieves, or that we’d curse them with a wink, or that we had demons sleeping in our tents. Bullshit. We’re honest people and work hard for what we have! We just don’t like living all bunched-up in the same spot where we take a crap like you guys do.” She sat upright; while she didn’t mean to, her size and build made her a bit menacing, and the guard tensed a bit. “I’ve never stolen, cheated, or lied in my whole life. And back in my tribe? We’re taught to always speak plainly, to always say the truth, no matter what. And it’s given me an assload of troubles in this world, where everyone’s always beating around the bush and hiding what they really want to say. How's that a crime, huh?”

The woman held her gaze on Nevati for a moment; while her hand had almost reached for her service weapon, she noticed that she wasn’t actually a threat, just... very large and intense. “Look, it’s my job to ask these questions; I just can’t risk it. But I get it, I get it! You’re clearly candid, I’ll give you that.” She sighed and leaned against her backrest. “You really need to work on that, though. One thing is to be honest, another is to say every thought that comes to your mind. Like it or not, people here aren’t as plain-spoken as in your tribe, and that candid mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble sooner than later, young lady.” She squinted. “That brings me to the next question: how old are you? I can never tell with your kind.”

More relaxed, Nevati shrugged the question “26, maybe?”

“Maybe? You don’t know?”

“I mean, I left my tribe when I was... 23, and I think I’ve been gone three, close to four years now? You guys only have one moon; how am I supposed to keep track of time with just one?”

“... 26 works. Let’s leave it at that.” The woman ran down the following questions, strategically avoiding some that she felt wouldn’t really give her any meaningful information. She checked a few boxes and then turned the document towards Nevati “I need you to read this and confirm the information is correct.”

The Draenei looked at the document intently, her face contracting as she kept her focus, serious, determined, effective.

After a long pause, the officer spoke “You don’t know how to read, do you?”

“Nope.” Nevati grinned and rubbed the back of her neck. “But it looks pretty good! Nice squggly lines and all. I like it!"

The woman sighed, stamped it, and stored the scroll with the rest of the archives. She then stood up and offered a hand to the vagabond “Welcome to Stormwind. Stay out of trouble and don’t make me come looking for you.”

“Alright, lady, thanks! You're weird, but I like you.” Nevati mimicked her and grabbed her hand, shaking it forcefully. “So where do I go if I want to get a beer-basted boar?”

“Dwarf Town. They are the specialists.”

“And icecream? I’ve heard about it, but never had it! Is it true you can get knocked-out if you eat too much, too fast?”

“I would try one of the taverns in the Mage Quarter. And... yeah, kind of, too much icecream will make your head hurt. But something tells me someone your size can take it.”

Nevati was excited “Alright! What about gambling? Oh, and whorehouses? A hobo told me you can drink off of someone’s bellybutton there, and then they give you, like, oil massages and stuff before getting frisky? And do you guys have racing tracks? How about a fighting pit? I’m sooo ready to break some jaws, pow-pow! And..."

Without answering, the woman slowly pushed Nevati out the door as she kept blabbering, swiftly closing the door behind her.

The Draenei blinked for a moment and laughed, hands on her hips “I guess she wants me to find it on my own! It’s a good way to learn, you know, Chachi... Chachi? Oh for Naaru’s sake, Chachi, that’s somebody’s horse! Don’t eat it, you idiot!"