Sutha
Sutha
Mental characteristics
Personal history
One would think that an orc who wasn’t bloodthirsty would have to go through a living hell, if they survived their tribe at all. But it wasn’t the case for Sutha. She was born from two orcs who had devoted their lives to a peaceful and self-sufficient lifestyle. They lived not too far from a farmer’s land. Her father Ruhk, her tata as she called him, helped with most manual work in the fields and had the greenest thumb Sutha has ever seen, both literal and figural. Her mother Volen, her titi, oversaw the beasties and sometimes gave a hand with food preparation, specially when the harvest celebration came around. Though the family never took part in the festivities, they never felt left out. Ruhk was the first to explain to Sutha that humans rarely grew naturally as tall and strong as orcs and that, because of past events involving their kind, it was normal for them to be afraid. It was up to them, the orcs, to be careful.
When Sutha was old enough to walk and talk, the farmer’s grandkids started coming over to the farm as well. Being of similar height, Sutha was able to play with them, slowly learning mannerism more common to humans. Yes, the children asked questions about her skin, her tiny pointy fangs that were barely visible at the time and everything else that attracted their gaze. Such is the nature of children. She didn’t mind. They also let her ask questions when she had some. She never saw the children’s parents. She had asked about them and heard they didn’t want to come to the farm. That was enough for Sutha.
When Sutha reached her tenth year, she started helping around the farm as well, though not when the children were around. Her parents believed it was best to let her play while she could. She wasn’t too good with the animals, and instead took a certain interest in the herbs growing in the greenhouse, especially when she was allowed to taste. Not always her best idea.
It was after tasting a rather nasty herb that she ran up to the well and hurriedly drew a bucket with the intention to drink her fill. But as she lifted the bucket, a strange man came her way. Dressed modestly, helping himself forward with a staff, he smiled gently to her.
-Would you allow this old man to drink?
Though not having taken a gulp herself, she handed the bucket over. He took his share and gave back the bucket.
-Thank you, you are very kind.
She shrugged and drank some water to help the taste pass before answering.
-We had water and had more than we could drink, even if we really needed to get that taste out of our mouth. It’s not kindness, it’s just common sense.
The man laughed.
-Is that so? Well, I think I like this common sense of yours. What is your name, young one?
-Sutha.
-Is that all?
-Do you need our tata and titi’s names as well?
-No, I was wondering if you wore your tribe’s name.
-We don’t have a tribe. It’s just us and the farmers.
-I see.
From the main house came the female farmer and Volen, who quickly hid her daughter behind her. The man kept smiling with calm.
-I do not mean any harm to this child, my good friend. We were simply talking over a drink of water.
This strange man turned out to be a follower of Bahamut. He was very interested in Sutha and asked her and her parents if he could teach her the ways of a monk. He gave them a year to think, saying in would come visit again at the same date, and not told them not to worry if the answer was no. He wouldn’t be doing the trip without a reason, as he had found another reason to come in the region before meeting them. In the following year, Sutha passed as much time as she could with her parents, learning from them, enjoying the little things, helping as she could. She had made her decision. Though she had no reason to not appreciate the life she had, she had found a cause.
Not long after the monk had left, the harvest festival had passed. Her friends had told her, excited, that their parents had decided to come this time. Curious and drunk by the happiness of her friends, she had followed as they guided her to the parents, wanted to present their special friend. On that night, Sutha learnt what her father had meant every time he said to be careful and not approach humans too quickly. They screamed in horror, yelled in rage, threw things her way, screamed at the farmers couple that they would never let their children go in this monster filled farm ever again. The sadness she had witnessed in the farmers eyes and the one she knew was in both her and her friends’ heart…she would never forget it. If what that monk had said was true, how they were known for their good nature and worked hard themselves to bring equality wherever they went, then she would work even harder to make sure no one would lose their friends and loved ones ever again because of prejudice.
The monk came back, and she was ready to leave. Though she herself stopped counting time, fifteen years passed as she trained and learned under her mentor. During these years, she was also involved with the Misfits Guild, whose goal aligned with hers. She was determined to make a change and help however she could.
Relationships
Current Status
On a mission to the Barrow of the Forgotten King
Age
25
Spouses
Siblings
Children
Pronouns
She/They/We
Belief/Deity
Bahamut
Aligned Organization
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