Pansu wrote:

As the sun shined on the smokey island of Kezan, another day of building and tinkering bombs happened. Most of the young students were training as hunters, rogues or ever as strong mana users like the mages or warlocks. Though Pansu wanted nothing more then to be a fearless warrior, strong, tough, and unstoppable. Her idle was none other the "Garrosh Hellscream" proud leader of the new horde. A strong and mighty warrior who sent fear into his foes, and his axe into their skulls. Her dream was to fight beside him, or even to face him one on one. She wished to be the first goblin to ever be feared as a warrior. To be feared in the very battle ground. Though, her home was struck by Deathwing, burning everything she held close to her. Though she was a lone orphan, her classmates were her new family. Her lost and forgotten home burned, her trainer was made of ( paper) strength, though he couldn't stop the flames. She was taken prisoner on Gallywiks boat. After the Alliance attacked, she was washed on the shores of "The Lost Isle". From there she meet a famous and powerful man, by the name of "Thrall". Earning their freedom and sailing to Kalimdor, she never forgot what she saw that day. Her very dream of meeting Garrosh came true. Though her body was that of a little goblin, her heart and spirit were made of a strong and determined Orc. Garrosh welcomed the Goblins, but never expected much from their lack of strength. Pansu was not off to a good start as a warrior.

After what seemed like a life time, Pansu heard talk of a guild. A guild that held the old methods of the Horde. Pansu was determined that this was a great chance to prove her inner orc strength. A chance to show all the warriors of the world her might. She was impressed of all the strong and mighty warriors, and fighters the BlackTooth Grin had. She stared off as a grot, a dirt rank that makes them as useful as cannon fodder. A low rank that makes them as less of a warrior, and more as a living shield for the other warriors. Though as bad as it may sound, Pansu was more them willing to take it.

A few weeks into her grot training, The Grin had attacked the Alliance control town of Theramore Isle. In combat Pansu lost almost all of her left ear. Her body thrown around, slashed, hacked and stabbed by the patrol. Though it was a successful raid, Pansu had shown very little use as a warrior, and more as a blood splatter on a sword. She watched as her fellow grots, became grunts.

Most recent to her raid skills. The attack at Ironforge was another success. However, Pansu showed that her strength is next to cannon polish then cannon fodder. SHe suffered massive injuries and almost fatal life battles. Her body bloody, her spirit shattered. Her very dreams becoming more and more harder to gain. Yet, the Will still pushes her farther to gain her goal. Pansu body under her plate mail, is nothing more then massive injuries and wounds. Very little is keeping her together, and that very little is always being put to the test.

Now, Pansu trains more and more to see if she can become as strong as she always grew up wanting. To battle along side with Garrosh. To prove to the Horde that she is more then just a shield. That she is the sword, and the sword that will take her next foes life.

Pansu likes her wolf "fluffy". She enjoys the Ocean view, despite having being stranded on a Lost Isle. She loves to eat Candies, and sweets. But most of all CUPPYCAKES! Pasnu can repair bots, make bots, and donates bots suchs as "Lil' Smoky" and " Pet Bombling" to the guild vault. Though she is a warrior, she is as stubborn as a warrior. In thinking her charge is a good idea, can be a life fatal move at times, Thus showing her scars.

Pansu honors warriors of all kinds, and is polite, kind and sometimes shy. Yet in combat, she is all serious times!

I is the cubby cake soldier.

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