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| - Mayela is a fairly average-sized Tauren woman, with cream-colored fur and bright green eyes. She sports several scars of various shape and form, though quite a lot of them are tucked beneath clothing and armor. Her gear and fur is dusty and weather-beaten, often darkened in patches by dried blood, caked dirt, and other, less pleasant things. She rarely spends the time to clean herself unless something on her is potentially harmful, or she is required to track something reliant on sense of smell; if not, she assumes - usually correctly - that she'll be slogging through a river or other body of water at some point during a month. Dipping the top half to meet the bottom half while crossing is usually enough. As a result, she tends to smell somewhere between unpleasant and horrifyingly bad, de
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| - Mayela is a fairly average-sized Tauren woman, with cream-colored fur and bright green eyes. She sports several scars of various shape and form, though quite a lot of them are tucked beneath clothing and armor. Her gear and fur is dusty and weather-beaten, often darkened in patches by dried blood, caked dirt, and other, less pleasant things. She rarely spends the time to clean herself unless something on her is potentially harmful, or she is required to track something reliant on sense of smell; if not, she assumes - usually correctly - that she'll be slogging through a river or other body of water at some point during a month. Dipping the top half to meet the bottom half while crossing is usually enough. As a result, she tends to smell somewhere between unpleasant and horrifyingly bad, depending on where she's been and what she's been doing. As a duty-bound Scout of the Horde, she is rarely without her tabard; the current one is almost a year old now, and despite constant maintenance it sports several holes and gashes, though most of them have been mended surprisingly well. Mayela keeps a lone feather carefully braided into her mane alongside a small purple flower; what reason there is for them, if any, isn't anything she bothers mentioning, but they do tend to stand out amongst her otherwise unwashed appearance. Her job demands she be armed, and so she rarely goes anywhere without weaponry for any reason. Furthermore, she would be loathe to part with her weapons even if she no longer required their presence - they're old, worn, and well-loved; a part of her and her life, friends as much as the dog is. A slightly stranger constant is her ancient, battered, wide-brimmed leather hat, which - while she claims she doesn't believe in luck - is certainly something she's suspiciously loathe to lose, be rid of, or even take off. In the wilds, Mayela is sure-footed and fairly quiet. In the city, she moves like a woman with a score to settle, shoving people out of her way and keeping her eyes focused ahead, towards whatever her goal may be. When she's at rest - or, more accurately, has stopped moving temporarily - she doesn't so much look as glare at people, and it is the rare (or dimwitted) individual who would believe she was at all someone to make polite conversation with. As for the dog, well, it looks just as bad, and as an added bonus looks likely to eat any small children or animals that are left unattended for more than a moment or two.
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