I'm not sure if this means of my own, or a lore character, but since my own means the opportunity for mini-fiction and there isn't a female lore character jumping out at me at the moment I'll answer for mine.
Here's a tiny snippet of Ailuuya's story:
Kaaras'
shield was heavy, with a weight that went beyond the solid heft of its
magically imbued metal. Ailuuya rested it across her knees, stroking her palm
over the crest that adorned it, fingers finding little divots and dents that
enemy blades had left in surface. It was almost too heavy for her arms, which
had never trained for its use. They ached with the memory of using it, but not
half as much as her heart did looking at it.
The hurt went
far deeper than the her brother's loss, as deep as all the losses that had
preceded it... and the ones that had followed in the crash that had left her so
dizzy and shaken. There were so many tasks ahead that seemed monumental and an
entire new world to explore and try to make her way in, but she simply sat,
staring down at Kaaras' shield.
A shadow
dimmed the gleam of the metal and even before Tavras spoke and made her look
up, she knew it was him.
"You don't have to carry it any more, you know."
He seated himself beside her for a moment, not touching, not intruding, simply
there. "You can go back to the priests..."
And for a
moment she ached to do so, to return to the familiar as though somehow it would
put things back the way they had been before. But that couldn't happen.
Tragedies could not be polished away like the divots in Kaaras' shield. Her
fingers moved, tightened on the rim of it, starting to set it aside, but in the
end she pulled it close instead. "I think I do have to carry it,
Tavras." She said, offering him a tiny smile, as she pushed herself
to her feet. "I think it's mine to carry now."
And the best part of Ailuuya's story is that there is a lot more of it to come. I am very much looking forward to taking her through the portal to Draenor when the time comes.
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