Full name: Raksasha Arajah
Specie: Hyena
Age: 29 years old
Gender: Female
Class: Barbarian
2nd Class: Berserker
Weapon: Giant axe
Armor: Loincloth/brassard

Strength ◙ ◙ ◙ ◙ ◙
Defense ◙ ◙ ◙
Dexterity ◙
Endurance ◙ ◙ ◙ ◙
Agility ◙ ◙
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- Abilities -

Halfmoon slash ~ With her enormous axe in hand, Raksasha’s fearsome power can cause damage over great distance. When her weapon is swung horizontally, she can occasionally strike multiple enemies with one blow. Smaller enemies are exceptionally vulnerable to this attack, especially if caught off guard. But quick foes will find it easy to dodge.

Resistance ~ The proud people of the southern deserts are born and raised in a harsh environment, and have their bodies molded by the raw wilderness. Because of this, barbarians like Raksasha have developed a natural resistance against the devastating elements, which will prove especially useful when facing a spellcaster in combat.

Earthquake ~ When surrounded and outnumbered in combat, Raksasha can occasionally send overwhelming tremors through the ground with a mighty stomp, which will stun every enemy in the area temporarily. But once her tremendous strength increases, her stomp will become powerful enough to shatter the ground, causing cracks to arch and bring great damage to friend and foe alike. The cracks arch randomly and out of control. This ability requires the promotion to berserker.

Buffalo Rage ~ A true barbarian is recognized by being lethal at all times, with and without a weapon. By using her formidable size and weight, Raksasha can charge forward and ram into crowds of smaller enemies, knocking them out of her way effectively. This move doesn't cause a significant amount of damage, but every toppled enemy will be left vulnerable and open for attacks. When this move is initiated, her allies would do well in staying alert and not standing in her way.

Devastating Rampage ~ Once the female barbarian's strength reaches phenomenally high levels, she will become capable of interacting with the surrounding environment, and turn it against her enemies as weapons of mass destruction. Large boulders, massive tree logs and many other objects can suddenly be raised and hurled against hostile opponents. Nearby friends and allies had better stay alert, in case if her aim is a little inaccurate. This ability requires the promotion to berserker.

Anthem of Dol'Krathos ~ By calling upon the divine power of the war god Dol'Krathos, Raksasha can release an earthshaking roar that not only intimidates the enemies, but also affects her surrounding allies. Every ally who listens to this feral war cry will find their minds clouded by a thick fog of bloodlust, eliminating all traces of fear. Affected allies will attack their foes with increased strength, but their maniacal frenzy leaves them vulnerable with lowered defense rates. The divine strength of Dol'Krathos pumps in their veins, launching them into a ferocious fight to the death. This ability requires the promotion to berserker.

- Background -

Like a gorgeous desert rose blooming in the endless deserts of Sanathir, a giant female barbarian by the name Raksasha rises above the sandy dunes, with her large and muscular body casting an intimidating shadow across the scorching plains. Having been born and raised as a member of the clan Wak’Nathol, Raksasha turned out to be one of the few females fortunate enough to survive and grow up. The clans of barbarians inhabiting the deserts of Sanathir, are heavily overpopulated by muscled men, who find pride in bloodshed and warfare. To these primitive warmongers, a persons status is determined by how well he excels in combat. Strong warriors who have survived multiple battles are honored like heroes, and during every feast, the men can spend hours talking about the tales connected with the scars around their bodies. If someone boasts too confidently about his skills in combat, someone will inevitably become tempted to challenge him, which usually leads to a violent brawl. Barbarians are feisty men with a short fuse, so it doesn’t take many insults before things get rowdy. But despite of the broken bones and bruises, they enjoy every opportunity they can get to arrange a fight. During peaceful times, it can quickly become too quiet and dull for a barbarian to cope with, and they worry about their abilities in combat getting rusty. So the random brawls are more or less accepted within the clans, as it stimulates their desires to prove themselves in combat, and the additional training keeps them prepared in case if a war erupted.

Although the barbarian clans throughout the southern deserts often wage wars against eachother, shedding blood to prove dominance in combat and conquer uncharted territory, they all share a cultural lack of respect for the feminine gender. Since physical prowess play such a significant role within this primitive society, most of the male barbarians consider females to be the inferior gender, as they're convinced that not even the almighty Dol’Krathos can turn a woman into a decent warrior. The burly men frown at females, and some even claim that their sole purpose of existing, is to ensure the survival of their people and raise the children, while the men head into war or defend their fortresses in the desert. The women are also responsible for preparing the many feasts, while the men just have to stuff their faces and keep themselves entertained. These ruthless barbarians don’t do much in relationships and commitment. But when a man is overwhelmed by a sudden urge to support the survival of his race, he’ll search the camp for a mature and fertile woman, fit to carry his offspring in her womb. There will be no romance, seduction or even foreplay. If a man approaches a woman and asks her to submit her body to him, she is expected to give in to his demands. Refusing will result in the woman being shunned by her fellow barbarians, for not showing interest in honoring her purpose of existing. Some men will not take no for an answer, so if the woman resists, she’ll be dragged into a dark corner and become violently raped. Among the small popularity of females, there is a high rate of pregnancy. But due to the woman’s role in this society, many children are heartlessly strangled to death shortly after their birth, if they came out as a female. The mothers would much rather raise a boy to become a proud barbarian warrior, than a girl to become an obedient slave. Only few mothers keep their newborn daughters, if their hearts are too sensitive to strangle something so vulnerable and innocent.

Raksasha Arajah is one of the few females who were fortunate enough to be born by a compassionate mother, willing to raise her child in this harsh environment. Just like most other children within the barbarian clans, regardless of gender, she has never met her father. After having left her mother pregnant, he just went off and disappeared in the crowd, leaving the whole responsibility in the mothers hands. It had become a standard for male barbarians to neglect parenting, as it would only distract them from their primary goals in life, which was to become great warriors and earn respective ranks within their clans. As Raksasha grew up and turned into an adult woman herself, she questioned the logic behind female inferiority, which eventually developed a strong emotion of contempt towards the male barbarians. She resented them for what they had forced the females to endure for decades, and her rebellious personality made her choose the path of becoming a defender of womanhood. Despite having the odds against her, she hoped that she would one day find a way to convince her people, that the many barbarian colonies would benefit from accepting gender equality. It became her ambition to unite her people, and open their eyes for the true potentials of womanhood. But Raksasha was quite aware, that it would take more than words alone to alter the minds of these barbaric brutes.

Driven by her own determination, she chose a different method of protesting against the gender discrimination. For months and years, Raksasha often left her clan and plunged into the vast desert of Sanathir, where she trained her own body inside a ruined temple. Having been born with an unusually large body structure, her bulgy muscles eventually grew formidably strong, turning her into a fearsome behemoth that few could match in battle. Her impressive strength made her lethal with pretty much any type of weapon, but she always felt drawn towards massive weapons of great weight, capable of causing severe destruction. Although her muscles became so heavy and cumbersome that it decreased her natural flexibility, her physical prowess improved so significantly that she was arguably the most powerful warrior within the clan Wak'Nathol. The male barbarians noticed her progress and were intimidated by her overwhelming strength. For the first time in decades, they were facing the conflict of not knowing how to judge a woman. By nature, a part of them wanted to respect her for having become so impressively powerful. But their cultural tendency to demean the feminine gender, left them reluctant to express their excitement. Raksasha's great plan backfired a little, as the situation took an unexpected turn. Since the male barbarians were too stubborn to respect her efforts, they decided to shamefully alienate her, by calling her "the female freak who wanted to be a man". They wanted to keep believing that physical prowess was a trait solely reserved for men. But no one ever dared to confront Raksasha with these opinions, so it was only revealed in slanderous talk behind her back. Either way, Raksasha was certainly not the most convenient victim, when someone was feeling randy and needed a woman to satisfy his needs. The male barbarians were quick to realize, that attempting to have forced intercourse with that woman would result in being severely mutilated, or maybe even brutally killed.

The first major conflict that significantly threatened Raksasha's dream of standing up for womanhood, turned out to be the dreadful day where the proud chieftain of Wak'Nathol was slain in combat, during a fearsome war that left their fortress under siege. The reckless forces of the clan known as Bael'Thalas, had fixed their eyes on Wak’Nathol and desired to conquer their colony, to pillage their humble encampment for resources, provision and other valuable supplies. Due to having their own encampment located much deeper into the desert of Sanathir, the clan Bael’Thalas was unable to trade with people across the border. Instead of going through the trouble of moving their camp closer to the border, they decided to besiege other clans by force, to plunder their storage of resources. Although struggling with a constant burden of low resources, the forces of Bael’Thalas are recognized for being highly effective in offense, and every barbarian feared to encounter these brutes in combat. During the war against Wak’Nathol, they eventually penetrated the sturdy defenses of the fortress, and stormed the camp through the broken gate. But even after hours of intense battle, the heroic chieftain Harkan had organized a last stand against the forces of Bael’Thalas, attacking the ferocious invaders with a small group of no more than thirty battle worn men. This was the last chance for Wak’Nathol to protect their colony, and despite being significantly outnumbered, they fought bravely with Harkan left in charge of leading the surviving warriors. Equipped with his gigantic axe, the chieftain struck terror in the hearts of every opponent that came too close, and the sharp blade of the axe became stained by the blood of more than a hundred strong men. But before the war against Bael’Thalas was concluded, Harkan was eventually brought down, after having endured four volleys of arrows. The barbarians of Wak’Nathol offered their fallen chieftain an honorable burial, and had their last memories of his glory in combat live on in tales, as no one wanted to forget how he kept fighting with dozens of arrows stuck in his massive body. His heroism became an inspiration to all the survivors.

The death of Harkan was a great loss for Wak'Nathol, but his defeat struck Raksasha the hardest. Despite feeling home at the battlefield with his body stained by the blood of fallen enemies, just like any other barbarian throughout the southern deserts, he was the only man that expressed interest in accepting gender equality. Once Raksasha begun her training, she drew Harkan's attention and he kept a sharp eye on her progress. Without having shared a single conversation together, the wise chieftain figured out the reasons on his own, behind her choice of training so intensely to become muscular and powerful. And one day, he decided to confront her in public to pay his respects, and encourage her to never give up on fighting for her goals. He decided to confront her in public intentionally, as he hoped that the barbarians around them would eavesdrop to their conversation, and realize that their own chieftain was against the prejudices that had haunted their clans for decades. But unfortunately, despite that he was loved by his people, no one were inspired to adopt his respect for women. Even so, Raksasha was baffled and touched by the fact that a man supported her cause. Having earned her trust, this approach marked the beginning of a strong bond between Harkan and Raksasha, making her acknowledge him as a worthy leader.

After the heroic chieftain of Wak’Nathol had been buried in his stony tomb, Raksasha dropped into a severe state of depression, which decreased her motivation to the point where she almost gave up on her goals. At the same time, the clan Wak’Nathol was in turmoil because of having no chieftain to organize their colony. Chaos erupted, rage were expressed in loud arguments and the disagreement lead to segregation. Every barbarian wanted to claim the unoccupied responsibility of being the new chieftain, and they attempted to settle their disagreement with earthshaking matches to the death, taking place in their underground arena. But before this whole conflict was solved, a very mysterious person appeared out of nowhere, an unusually short and puny man named Thorshak. Despite his unimpressive shape, his high-pitched voice drew people’s attention long enough for him to explain the interruption. He claimed to be a sacred servant of Dol’Krathos, the legendary god of war that barbarians worship, send to lead them through these dark ages as their new chieftain. The barbarians laughed till their lungs were about to burst, and just pushed the gnome out of their way. Thorshak was insulted by this disrespectful treatment and shouted in rage. He cursed the clan with a dark prophecy that within the course of seven days, Dol’Krathos would harvest the souls of the three strongest warriors in camp, as a punishment for rejecting their new chieftain chosen by fate. No one was really concerned about this prophecy at first, and shrugged it off as an empty threat. But during the fifth day, a major feast was held in the barbarian longhouse, and something unexpected occurred. While everyone was attempting to cool down their tempers by eating like swine, the three most powerful warriors in camp were suddenly struck by an unexplainable seizure, causing them to collapse onto the ground with froth covering their mouths. Their bodies shook intensely and their eyes rolled back until the irises were lost in white. They all passed away.

For the first time in ages, the barbarians got the taste of true fear. The prophecy was real. Gregor, Brock and Helghan were dead - just like Thorshak had foreseen. The barbarians were terrified and came crawling back to the midget with the sharp tongue, begging him to forgive their earlier mistake of rejecting him so mindlessly. He was willing to give them a second chance, if they promised to acknowledge him as their new leader, without causing any further fuss about it. In fear of facing the rage of Dol'Krathos again, they saw no other option but to let Thorshak become their new Chieftain. No more than a few months later, this election was proven to have multiple bad omens attached to it, leading the already battered clan of Wak'Nathol towards a dark fate. Thorshak turned out to be a cruel tyrant, keeping his people suppressed by fear. The brave barbarians were nothing more than pawns in a game for him, and he would send them into needless combat at any given opportunity, just to harvest the valuable spoils of war. Around half a year after the election, a young maiden suddenly opened up about a dark secret, that she had kept to herself since Thorshak became their chieftain. She was one of the women in charge of arranging the feast, that the barbarians were enjoying before the sudden death of Brock, Gregor and Helghan. And she claimed that she had found traces of venom in their food, extracted from a dreadful "Death stalker", a highly poisonous scorpion that inhabits the deserts of Sanathir. But unfortunately, since this information was brought to them by a lowly maiden, it was pushed off the table and nailed down as a unproven rumor. Things became even worse when Thorshak directed his focus to Raksasha, who was still trapped in a state of depression. He knew exactly how to take advantage of her condition, and reduce the risk of experiencing a riot. By aiming at her already broken self-esteem, he manipulated her into thinking of herself as a twisted freak, deformed by her own desire to be respected like a man. But if she was willing to submit herself to him as a slave, and keep him protected from rebellious enemies, no one would dare mock her anymore. While shedding the first tear of her life, she accepted his offer, as she was now convinced that this was her sole purpose of existing - To be an inferior beast of burden and target for tyranny. She gave up the will to fight. The magnificent desert rose had dropped it's petals and withered away, as the once rebellious and determined female barbarian had been tamed. So the question remains, will anything be able to once again make her blossom, or does this mark the tragic end of Raksasha Arajah's pride?