Name: Dorothea "Dora, Dory" Romoson (Shadowclaw)
Race: Worgen
Class: Rogue
Age: 38 (Main), 39 (Shower, Bedtime)
Eye Color: Aqua (Both Forms)
Fur Color: Slate Gray
Height: 6' 11" (Transformed), 5' 7" (Human)
Weight: 255 lb (Transformed), 200 lb (Human)
Measurements: 40-34-53 (Main), 42-38-55 (Shower, Bedtime)
Build: Softened, Pear-shaped, Bottom-heavy
Hair: Dark brown, long, sometimes in a ponytail
Skin Color: Lightly tanned
Birthday: July 20th
Current Status: Gave birth three months prior, will be nursing her son for a good while.
Family: Carson Shadowclaw (Father, Alive)
	Rachel Shadowclaw (Mother, Deceased)
	Diana Shadowclaw (Sister, Alive)
	Warren Romoson (Husband, Deceased)
	Starla Shadowclaw (Daughter, Alive)
	Warren II (Shadowclaw) (Son/Brother, Alive)

Dorothea constantly appears to be at her wit's end in her efforts to raise her daughter as she sees fit.  Starla's proved a constant strain without the assistance of a partner, but even her few attempts to find a new mate have proven fruitless when said candidate ends up with his pockets picked or his clothes stolen.  It's apparent that Starla has high standards for her mother.

After her retreat to Stormwind, she promised a few silver pieces for her personal savings each month.  In months when she was certain she could keep the two of them well-fed, Dorothea would occasionally purchase a collectable doll from a certain shop in the city.  Over the years, she amassed quite a collection of these dolls, and when Starla was younger she often shared the dolls with her during playtime.  She still has every doll she ever bought, and to this day she'll spend a few silver on herself for a new one.

She would never say it, but she had always been fond of older males.  It was a miracle she ended up with Warren instead.

Part of Starla's freedom to roam at night was due to Dorothea's own uncontrollable urge.  When Starla went to bed, Dorothea would travel to the outskirts of Stormwind, disrobe, and roam the woods to repeatedly relieve herself in many ways.  Her lust-fueled excursions would last several hours at a time, but she always forced herself to return home by daylight.  Sometimes she hated herself for indulging, but most days she felt she had no other choice but to indulge, lest she lose all sensibilities.
