A powerful tortle warrior with an axe stands in a stormy sea with lightning, wearing armor and a coral crown.

Born beneath the crashing waves of the Stormshell Coast, Zharra was hatched into a dwindling tribe of coastal tortles known for their ceremonial armor and deep connection to the sea. Her shell bore the jagged ridges of ancient lineage, but her spirit was anything but traditional. While others meditated and carved driftwood talismans, Zharra trained with shipwrecked weapons and sparred against the tide itself. Her greataxe—fashioned from the mast of a cursed warship and bound with iron coral—earned its name, Breaker’s Howl, after she cleaved a sea hag in two during her rite of passage. That battle left her with a scar across her jaw and a reputation that rippled through coastal clans. But Zharra’s fury wasn’t born of bloodlust—it was forged in grief. Her tribe was shattered by slavers who mistook tortles for exotic beasts. She alone escaped, dragging her wounded shell across burning sands, vowing vengeance not just for her kin, but for all who are hunted and chained. Now, she roams the land as a storm incarnate—her war paint echoing the waves, her scars a map of survival. She fights not for glory, but to split the shell of oppression wherever it festers. See more