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RACE: Sin'dorei

GENDER: Male (Transgender)

CHRONOLOGICAL AGE: ???

PHYSICAL AGE (how old s/he appears to be): Approaching middle-aged for an elf. Fine lines alongside his mouth are the only hint of aging.

APPEARANCE: His features was rather extreme and feminine, even for an elf; overly large, widely set, sharply slanting eyes set upon high cheekbones garnered him plenty of teasing by his fellow Farstriders, but he took it all in stride. Presently, those features were drawn out further by emaciation shadowing under his cheekbones and the hollows of his eye sockets, making his large, blood-red eyes appear all the more prominent. Beyond his face, he is quite tall; substantially more so than the average undead he frequents around, since they are mostly former humans.

SEXUALITY: Homosexual, polyamorous

COMPANION(S): Rilan'thal ("Faithful Friend") the undead dire wolf, Owynis ("Forever Young" in Thalassian), a ghostly wolf cub, a tiny felbat, and his trusty mounts, an undead mare (Fale'nuth; "Night Flower") and a massive, armored vampiric bat, Sin'iethon ("Blood Fang").

PERSONALITY: Wry, sarcastic, smart-ass: All things he lets himself be when in the company of someone he feels comfortable with (usually fellow Forsaken), and when off-duty. He takes his on-the-job duty very seriously, though, and will become testy if his faithfulness to Sylvanas is questioned, as it sometimes is when he's heard making cracks about him and the Dark Rangers.

HISTORY:
YOUTH:
When Lythorae was a child, she knew two things: one, that she wanted to be one of the famed Farstriders, and that she was not a she, but a he. One thing was difficult to become, but becoming the latter (even with magic) was impossible.
Still, Lythorae refused his puberty, binding his breasts and living as a male. He liked his name, however, and thus didn't change it. After many years of slip-ups, everyone he knew accepted him as he was, and those that didn't were pushed away. He was lucky, in this, as well as in love: during training for the rangers, he met Serien, an elf "born male" that accepted Lythorae, body and soul. Though it was frowned upon for trainees to be in romantic relationships with one another, they saw to it that it did not interfere with their job. Once again, luck came into play that they were not assigned to the same regiment when enlistment time came, so conflicts of interest were never an issue.
Luck, however, quickly and suddenly ran out... for all of the Quel'dorei.

THE DEATH OF HIS PEOPLE
One evening, the runestones protecting his homeland, fell and the Lich King and the Scourge desecrated elven ground. Among the best and the brightest of the elven rangers, Serien and Lythorae had been picked out, among many others, to protect the front lines...
And they Serien paid the ultimate price. Surviving until nearly the end of the war, Serien, fell wounded and slipped into a coma on the battle field. Not a week later, however, the war ended when the last of his people were killed, enslaved, or escaped.
However, Sylvanas broke free of the Lich King's hold and with her own army of vengeful Forsaken, reclaimed many lost bodies and souls. Serien's body rose and became a Dark Ranger. Lythorien tried to join the ranks but was only allowed to call himself Forsaken, not a Dark Ranger. Still, he fought beside Sylvanas as she lead the Forsaken back to what was now the Ghostlands.

A SECOND ENDING
In a battle soon after, Lythorae scanned the bloody fields of war, desperately hoping against hope that Serien was still alive. When he found his motionless body, Lythorae attempted to wake him, but... there was nothing for it. Some fel magic had shattered Serien's mind, and he was gone. Blood-lust now refueled, Lythorien swore vengeance on the killers.
Disturbed and incensed, the elf renamed himself Lythorien (previously known as Lythorae) as a tribute to his fallen lover, and sought a way to bring back his other companion, Nuth, the mare, from the dead. He happened across a lone necromancer and forced him to raise the horse, promising him he would let him live if he did. Once the horse was risen, however, Lythorien slit the orc's throat, hopped atop Nuth, and returned to the Undercity.

AMBASSADOR FOR THE FORSAKEN
Lythorien traveled from city to city in the Horde, spreading the message of goodwill and hopefully furthering the Banshee Queen's goals...

BATTLE FOR AZEROTH
Opinions of Sylvanas are at an all time low after the burning of Teldrasil and Battle of the Undercity. Lythorien is conflicted on his ideals and loyalty to his warchief...

RACE: Sin'dorei (Blood Elf)

CHRONOLOGICAL AGE: 127

PHYSICAL AGE: Young adult

CLASS: Honorary"Sunwalker" paladin

BUILD/APPEARANCE: The elf has a slightly longer torso than most males of his race, and noticably stouter, thicker limbs from a lucky combination of good genetics, and weilding weapons meant for Sunwalkers twice his size. His unkempt, uneven mane of wavy, tawny locks is kept (somewhat) in check with a tribal headband, crafted by Auhaki out of kodohide. He wears golden, flame-blazing plate armor and the Thunder Bluff tabard while adventuring, and simple tribal leathers while taking up in cities. A leather thong necklace about his neck, with bright green and white beads, and purple feathers laced with gold, is usually kept hidden beneath all the layers. Auhaki also crafted this, and enchanted it with a druidic protection charm.

SEXUALITY: Homosexual, with a penchant for elves, trolls, orcs, humans, and hybrids of those races. If he's drunk enough, he may chase after a goblin, but never an undead, tauren, or pandaren. He may respect the latter two, but they don't catch his fancy, romantically.

PERSONALITY: Used to having to defend himself from others questioning his choice to denounce his elven heritage and brethren (or at least choose the shu'halo/tauren as a preference), he has become somewhat quick to assume he is under attack and will often read into words not meant to be aggressive. Other than that, once he's at ease, he is incredibly flirtatious and - sometimes - the first 'no' isn't taken for an answer unless it's explicitly stated by the man he's chosen to unravel his silver-tongued words upon.

HISTORY:
As far as he's concerned, his life began not when he became a Blood Knight and helped defend Silvermoon from the Legion, wounded and forgotten on the battlefield. No, it began when a tauren druid named Auhaki Mistrunner discovered him and carried him on her back in the shape of a great stag.

She nursed his wounds, despite him awakening and recoiling in disgust ather monstrous form. He spewed nothing but vile vitriol at her in both Thalassian, and common, not caring whether she understood or not.

At length, as his hatred abated long enough to see what she was doing for him, she finally spoke in common, telling her who she was, and why she was helping him.

"Your people have become part of the Horde, now. But I never cared for our racial divides before then. As much as your people and their allies have done to my people, there can always be a time of healing. There can always be forgiveness."

And after this, he listened as she detailed the ways of the Druids of the Antler, how they followed the path of peace after the teachings of Malorne, the Great White Stag... or as Tauren call him, Apa'ro.

His anger swayed and interest piqued, he spoke about the ways of the paladin, of Blood Knights, and of the Light. To his surprise, she LAUGHED at him.

"Oh, child. I do not mean to mock you. We have 'paladins' as well. Warriors who wield the light of An'she, the sun. We call them Sunwalkers."

The elf became silent, and pondered his current state. He realized that he had become bitter at his Blood Knight "allies" and actually identified much more with the Tauren's culture. On that day, she told him she was one of them, now, and could call himself a Sunwalker.

But until the day a true Sunwalker deems him so, he feels himself a mockery of the title. Regardless, he was no longer interested in his elven life. He asked her what she might name him, if he were her son.

At this, she mused for a time, but answered thusly: "I already have a son - Wapumani. He, too, is a Sunwalker. But... if you wish for me to 'adopt' you, I would be honored. If you had been born shu'halo, I would have named you 'Towa'nokee' - Fire-light."

"Towa'nokee..." repated the elf, eyes drawing to the floor. A smile crept onto his features, and he gazed up at the tauren. "Thank you."

And henceforth, the sin'dorei became Towa'nokee Mistrunner, adopted son of Auhaki, and honorary Sunwalker. The sun rose on the next day, as it had every day since his birth... yet this time, everything was different.

On February 23rd of the year (Insert IC year for 2017), Towa was initiated into the Thundermoon tribe, a clan of mixed races mostly consisting and lead by tauren. He told the tale of his fall at the gates of Silvermoon, punctured through the stomach with a halberd by a fel guard, as his faithful hawkstrider, a beautiful purple and golden-plumed creature, had its throat slit before his very eyes. As he lost consciousness, he gripped onto the strider, Shan'belore's feathers, and when he awoke to Auhaki's healing hands, she informed him of the creature's sad fate and made a necklace of them. She enchanted it with a druidic spell of protection.

In the present, Ebon Thundermoon had it enchanted the precious trinket to be able to communicate with his new tribe.

Some days after this, Towa traveled to Silvermoon to visit his former stomping grounds, when he came across a kaldorei as he was struck down by the denizens of the city. Towa watched in mild amusement/horror as a sin'dorei demon hunter used the corpse as a puppet, until the paladin suggested that he use the Light to reduce it to cinders to be away with it. Instead, the demon hunter, Quinidar Summersun, somehow managed to convince him to purchase a medical sewing kit for him and follow the elf as he carried the corpse outside to the city gates.

There, Towa gathered an audience from nearby elves (and one troll) at the request of Quinidar, who had a "surprise" for them. The "surprise" turned out to be, after much ado, that he'd sewn the corpse's legs where his arms should be, and vice versa. Not only that, but he'd sliced off the kaldorei's face and sewn it to his backside.

Horrified, the troll mage teleported away, and the other onlookers scattered, though one seemed to approve of any defilement of night elf remains as he did so. Towa faked a round of applause and surreptitiously cleansed the spirit of the body so it would not haunt the halls of Silvermoon, then bid his farewells. Likely didn't sleep that evening.

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RACE: Half-High Elf/Half-Human

GUILD: (Former) Fellowship of Fortitude; (Former) Argent Order

CHRONOLOGICAL AGE: 25

PHYSICAL AGE (how old he appears to be): Late-twenties

APPEARANCE: At 6'3", 175 lbs He was a tall one, despite his muddled blood, and long-of-limb (some would say to a gangly extent). He usually keeps what he feels are far-too-long legs hidden beneath robes (he views his one failure in life as allowing himself to be embarrassed by his awkward proportions). He has a bit of muscle tone to his chest and arms, wielding a staff and forced to protect himself as he often does when attacked by those who disagree with his morals... or who are just beasts.

His long, flaxen hair is parted down the middle and swept over his back, but unruly bangs tend to stick out over his eyes.
His eyes glow softly; a a pale sky-blue, flecked with the green here and there (inherited from his human maternal grandmother's green eyes rather than the felfire of the Sin'dorei). He does indeed have pupils, however, they are only slightly darker then the surrounding iris and thus only visible within a few feet or so. They are set quite far apart on on face, and sit upon extremely pronounced, sharp cheek bones. His lips are small and bow-shaped, and his ears, although taller and thinner than a human's, are no-where near as impressive as his father's kin. He attributes his odd features to his heritage, and is somewhat self-conscience about them. Oddly, he's not as self-conscious of his ears as he is his facial features and body proportions.

SEXUALITY: Homosexual

PERSONALITY: Just beyond the cusp of manhood, the halfling preaches endlessly to his father's people, the Sin'dorei, that the Light will save them from the hunger that curses them. Although an avid evangelical, he is pure-of-heart and means not to offend.

He lives between two worlds, as a half-breed.
In spite of this (or, more precisely, because of this) he is an outcast in most human, sin'dorei and kal'dorei circles, even amongst other priests. It is a lonely life, but one he has chosen and will remain faithful to.

HISTORY: (*)As his father died when he was but a babe, his mother, Wendy Thamven, raised the halfling alone, teaching him the wonders of the Light and how it would save the world and end all the troubles in Azeroth one day.

He wanted that to happen so badly as a child, that when he first met a Blood Elf at the tender age of 16, and had the extent of their suffering and addiction explained to him, he shut himself in his room for days. His mother left him food and water at the door, but he never ate; only drank the water and left the food untouched.

Kaldior was studying all of the books his mother had collected on the Light and its healing powers. He decided to devote his life to curing the sin'dorei of their feverish need of magic. He lamented that his father had not survived to tell him more of their fellows and their plight. How had his father borne such a burden? How would he, Kaldior, ever be able to overcome his own mild addiction and be of service to the peoples of the world?

On the 5th day of him living as a shut-in, Kaldior emerged and quietly ate the meal his mother had left him upon the stairs. When she walked by and saw him doing so, she was over-joyed, but allowed Kaldior to finish what little food his body could absorb after fasting so long. Then, they embraced, and Kaldior explained everything to his mother.

She was saddened, but understood: he was to begin his training as a Priest of the Light immedietly, or at least begin preparations to do so, if he were turned away for his age or mixed blood.

It took four full years (a blink, to an elf, but an eternity to a human) to wheedle his way into gaining an education with the priests of Dalaran, but finally, when he was admitted, he excelled; all that pre-studying had paid off. He graduated somewhat early (relative to whom or what is unknown, but his mentors seemed impressed at his passion, despite their prejudices. As a half-elf, he would HAVE to be good in order to be accepted. There were no other options) and left Dalaran.

And thus, out into Azeroth Kaldior went, first beginning his journey at Silvermoon, and then... wherever the Light was needed.

Upon his first arrival to Silvermoon City, Kaldior met Aku, an odd elf cuddling a stitched-together creature he called SeSe, and Broder, an undead of the Black Dragonflight. Both were assumed completely mad, but Kaldior decided to play a game of Truth or Consequences with them regardless. Thus, "The Caterpillar Song" was born, and his past arrest for indecency for rnning naked in Dalaran (on a dare, of course) was revealed. Aku was assulted by an elf of high bearing and no class for "invading his space" and Aku's friend, Sehti arrived shortly after. Sehti was also clearly mad, but Kaldior's problem was not with him- it was with the violent elf and his wife, who appeared and blamed the encounter on Aku before refusing to leave. So, Kaldior turned away and went to sit on a nearby bench, fuming at the audacious behavior.

These days, after Sylvanas burned Teldrasil, Kaldior became disenchanted with the Light and took to his other love of tailoring, joining a performance troupe as a costume designer.
* (If any lore-buffs see anything that looks totally wrong or a bit off, whisper me and I'll edit it. Thanks!)

RACE: Sin'dorei (Blood Elf)

GUILD: (Formerly) Sin'dorei Heroes
(Showing natural hair color. Drawn reference in-the-works)

"If one is to defeat an enemy for certain, one must reduce them to cinders."

CHRONOLOGICAL AGE: 103

PHYSICAL AGE (how old s/he appears to be): Late twenties/early thirties

APPEARANCE: Although born with light reddish-brown hair, Cendarlon has dyed it black and keeps it in carefully coiffed curls. His brows and bow-shaped lips are almost perpetually frowning. His skin is fair, despite his love of the sun's rays (magic, perhaps?). Woefully boyish in figure, the elf has long limbs and a gangly frame, but his terse nature would keep away any would-be suitors anyway, and besides, his chances of finding a sin'dorei man who can be with him despite his "traits" are slim to none in his view.


SEXUALITY: Homosexual (and picky)

PERSONALITY: A severe, abrasive, and outspoken man, this sin'dorei is a vocal proponent of the ideology of "the best defense is a powerful offense." Pyrourgy, pyromancy, or pyrophilia- whatever it is others wish to call it, from birth it appears he was destined to follow the path of a fire mage.

He is very loyal to his people and, to a necessary extent, the Horde, but is repulsed by the Forsaken and goblins for what he feels are obvious reasons, and feels his people are far superior to the rest of the races in general (read: racist).

PETS: Flamewing, a golden dragonhawk, was given to him before he hatched when he was a small child. He cares little for others' opinions on rarity of pet species - this is the one living thing in this world he adores most.
Owing to his affinity to the fire element, she adopted 2 fire elementals: a molten corgi named Charlior (or "Charlie"), and a pheonix hatchling called Skysear.

HISTORY:
When he was hardly old enough to wield a wand, Solauros already showed promise as a fire mage. Unfortunately, his penchant for "practicing" on mother's silks often got him in quite a bit of trouble.

He spent most of his youth reveling in sindorei high society, as her interest in magic waned.

As a child of an affluent family of mages, however, Solauros was to receive (and continues to receive) an excellent education. Eventually, his passion was rekindled when Arthas and his Scourge assaulted Quel'Thelas. He was not able to assist in the battle then, as his powers were not yet mature, but now he is reaching a point that will allow him to join the efforts of his people: restoring the Sunwell and Quel'Thelas to their former glory.

Recently, a small band of outrunners carrying precious cargo were attacked by mindless undead along the Dead Scar, and Solauros burnt the creatures to cinders. The outrunners dubbed him 'Lord of Cinders' for his kindness, but he was going to kill the putrid things anyway.

RACE: Frostwolf Orc

GENDER: Transgender Male

GUILD(S): (Currently) Steeltusk Tribe; (Formerly) Ironfang

CHRONOLOGICAL AGE: 19 (Technically 43, since they have come from the Draenor of the past)

PHYSICAL AGE (how old they appear to be): 17-20

HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 6'6", 250 lbs.

SEXUALITY: Polyamorous Pansexual (Confused? Ask!)

HISTORY: Born of the Frostwolves in the year -23, Zalghi was but a child when the vast majority of their race fell to corruptive influences. In that fearful time, the Frostwolves looked to their leader for courage and found him strong and worthy. Still, many were slain by the new green orcs. It was by their father's great black-bladed axe that Zalghi and their mother (along with several other pups) survived an assault by a neighboring clan. His heroic deeds garnered him great honor, and he was dubbed Ebon-Axe in remembrance of them. Zalghi wished nothing more than to become a great warrior like their father, but found their melee skills lacking. They instead took up the bow and arrow, and excelled. The young orc devoted their every waking hour to training, but was never content with their progress.

Along with this, they began to devolop and increasing discomfort with the body puberty was gifting them with. They began asking others of the clan to call them by neutral pronouns, and though many were confused or even annoyed, most relented.

Zalghi reached adulthood around Year -5 just as outsiders from a strange land, bringing green orcs and other oddities to their village. They came at a chaotic time; the other orc clans were beginning their assault on the Frostwolves. As a youngling, Zalghi was deemed unfit to fight and, to spare her, sent through the portal in Ashran to gain valuable knowledge and strength from her travels in Azeroth. It was not until very later, once Zalghi reached Azeroth, that they realized their gender was a bit more of an issue for the rest of the races and, indeed, even other orcs. To this day, they continue to stubbornly correct others, albeit with an acquired tact.

APPEARANCE: Startlingly muscular, even for an orc, their female-born body was far past the borderline of masculine. Massive shoulders, a thick, corded neck, and rippling muscles on their limbs made obvious their goal in life: a brave warrior seeking to gain honor for their clan and make a name for themself amongst them.

Their brown, mud-colored skin is pockmarked with old "battle" scars from childhood and training, but has nothing particularly noteworthy other than a black tattoo on their upper back of a howling frost wolf head.

Long, slick black hair is allowed to fall freely over their rippling nape and shoulders. Their eyes, though shadowed beneath a prominent brow ridge, are a shocking, phantasmagorical silver. They have multiple gold piercings in their ears, and, to finish off the look, finely sharpened tusks poking upward from their bottom lip.

PERSONALITY: Brutish, honor-bound, and thirsty for combat experience (much like any young orc). They are ashamed of their former weakness and being cast out from their family clan until they gained more power, and is thus very touchy about the subject. Quick to anger, long to forgive, and prone to challenging others to feats of strength to show their worth, Zalghi seems to have a bit of a chip on their shoulder... as if they didn't just have something to prove for their family, but themself as well.

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RACE: Dark Troll/Kaldorei
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ZU'JEKWA SABERFANG
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(Work-In-Progress. Some info used from The Shadowtusk Clan site)


BASIC INFORMATION

BIRTH/GIVEN NAME: Zu

FULL NAME: Zen'Zu'jekwa Saberfang

PREFERRED ALIAS(ES): Zen'zu Saberfang ("Ol' Zen'zu")

TITLES: Primal Druid, Priest of Bethekk, Devotee of Vyrathiel Moonantler, Former Lord of the Fellowship of the Stag

RACE: Dark Troll/Kaldorei

COMBAT TRAINING: Primal Druid

RELIGION/DEITY: Druid of the Stag; Former Priest of Bethekk

PROFESSION: Loa-Empowered Healer

ACTUAL AGE: 145

APPEARS: Approaching middle-age


SOCIAL INFORMATION

FAMILY: Zul'aka (mother; deceased), Deranis Saberfang (father; location unknown), Jin'tor (Uncle; deceased), Bwati (Aunt; deceased), various nephews, nieces, and (possibly) half-siblings begotten by his kaldorei father.

SEXUALITY: Homosexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Unmated

COMPANIONS:
Emeraldbough, Gaurdian of the Fellowship, Sapling of the Ancients (a medium-sized treant sapling of around 300 years old)
Prongs, avatar spirit of the Great White Stag, Malorne/Apa'ro
Soob'aka, daughter of Sooba, cursed with never-ending youth (tiny, cub-like panther)
Sangui, son of Echi (vampiric batling)
Echi (enormous vampiric bat used as a faithful mount)
Scytheclaw (raptor mount gifted to him by the Darkspear)
Skyeye/Scytheclaw'aka, daughter of Scytheclaw (tiny raptor hatchling with a love of bones and skulls)


BIRTHPLACE: Mount Hyjal

RESIDENCE: Darnassus; Moonantler Outpost in Ashenvale

PERSONALITY: At first glance, the mongrel appears not to take anything seriously, but this is a direct result of him growing a thicker skin as a necessity to guard against the world's less-than welcoming attitudes towards hybrids of his ilk. He is fiercely loyal to his loa, along with Malorne, and the Fellowship, but doesn't actually share many of their peace-loving ideals. He prefers words over action, certainly, but will not hesitate to strike out when nature is being taken for granted or outright abused.

He has a penchant for dry sarcasm and bawdy humor, picking pet names for others just as soon as he meets them, but the teasing usually doesn't persist if he sees he's made them sad. Those that he's offended or made angry, however, will definitely be mercilessly mocked.

LIKES & DISLIKES: He enjoys hunting in solitude, communing with the wilderness, flora and fauna, learning about the various cultures of Azeroth (especially trollish and elven), cracking terrible jokes, flirting openly with handsome elves, and people-watching. He dislikes blood-shed between sapient races, cannibalism, hatred and ignorance, crowds and loud music, explosions, the scent of gun powder, and fel magic.

FEARS: Explosions and other sudden, loud noises, along with the scent of gun-powder, trigger a fear response conditioned into him from being hunted during his days in the deep of Stranglethorn Jungle. He also has a crippling fear of being alone, but also with confronting any actual emotions when humor fails him. Go figure.

MOST COMMON ACTIVITY: Training, recruiting for the Fellowship, hitting on male elves.

OTHER ALLIANCES: Cenarion Circle, Darkspear Tribe, the Saberon of Dreanor, the Green Dragonflight


PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES



HEIGHT: 7'1"

WEIGHT: 350 lbs

BUILD: For an elf, bulky and muscular, especially about the shoulders. In all, massive and hulking in comparison to his jungle troll cousins. A rather pronounced inverted triangle to his torso, with long, sinewy limbs common for a troll. Only slightly hunched over. Appears more elf than troll (unfortunately for him, when he's traveling in Horde lands).

SKIN/FUR: Indigo skin, with lavender fuzz along the center line of his abdominal slate, forearms, legs, and half-way down his spine.

HAIR: A coarse, oily mane of untamed azure locks rising from a pronounced widow's peak. It sticks out at odd angles and he occasionally braids bone, feather, or fur fetishes into it. It has a constant, musky, woodsy scent.

EYES: Feral, vibrant yellow-green

TATTOOS/MARKINGS/WAR-PAINT: He has jet-black tribal tattoos on his face to create a more feline appearance about his eyes. Intricate black whorls mark his shoulderblades and upper arms.

PIERCINGS: None to speak of at the moment.

SCARS: Many, cross-hatching in faint, raised lines over his aged flesh, though none yet really stick out all that much.


MOST NOTICEABLE ATTRIBUTE: If he is unmasked, it's usually his odd, entirely un-elf-like fangs. If he's masked, it's usually his height and build.

COMMON-WEAR CLOTHING: Tribal furs, made himself from several beasts he brought down in various hunts. Occasionally wears a wood-carved tiki mask to hide his hybrid features.

SPECIAL EVENT CLOTHING: White and pale-green ritual robes

COMBAT ATTIRE: Same as his usual wear.

WEAPON(S): A staff blessed by the loa spirits and the will of the forest. It has the preserved paw of a great black jaguar lashed to its top, and pulses with a soft, dark aura.

MISCELLANEOUS INVENTORY: (To be added)



BIOGRAPHY

Zu's father, Duranis was a druid of Mount Hyjal. He lived apart from the other night elves for his tendency to show kindness with all races, even the troll. One day while hunting, he discovered Zu's mother, Zul'aka, in a clearing, and arrow shot through her calf, unable to defend herself or move. Duranis picked her up and carried her on his back as a bear to the Saberfang hut, where he cared for her wounds in secret.

Elf and troll fell in an impossible love, and bore a halfblooded child: Zu. Zu followed in his father's footsteps and trained as a druid, but along with Malorne, he studied the loa of various troll cultures. As a young adult, he traveled to Stranglethorn and became enraptured with Bethekk, the goddess of jaguars. It was here he finally learned to shift his form, and became a priest of Bethekk for a short time until his father called him home many years later. Before then, however, he was hunted as game by nearby humans.

His mother was growing older. Trolls were not immortal like kaldorei, nor long-lived like a halfbreed such as Zu. In her final hours, however, Deranis was unable to protect Zu and his mother when they were all discovered by Zu's mother's tribe. In the chaos, Zu's mother perished, and father and son fled on wing higher into the mountain. Once there, they made amends with the druids and found succor.

Decades passed, and in that time, Deranis was called away for a mission from which he never returned. The Battle of Mount Hyjal saw Zu fighting alongside his mother's tribe instead of against them, and for a time, they allowed him to learn more about them.

However, during the Cataclysm, the Twilight's Hammer ravaged the dark trolls, leaving but one alive as a Zandalari representative. Distraught and unable to properly process his emotions, Zu moved to Darnassus, where he has stayed until the great Teldrassil was burned down. Now he wanders around Stormwind and Orgrimmar, a vagabond.

RACE: Ice Troll
AGE: 25
HEIGHT: 8’2”
EYES: Crimson
APPEARANCE: Extremely tall and muscular compared to his jungle troll cousins, Jojo has a wild mohawk of spiked-up white hair, which (along with his frosty blue skin) contrasts with his crimson eyes.
PERSONALITY: Joyful, merry, sarcastic, flirtatious
HISTORY: During the Great Cataclysm, he and other younglings were sent to fight the Alliance and the trogg invasion. After this, Jojo defected from his tribe and became an outsider, searching for ways to make coin… preferably that didn’t pose any bodily harm to him.
In the process, he became quite learned in the ways of mojo and voodoo. He rarely uses them on anyone that doesn’t deserve it!

RACE: Forest Troll (mother)/ Kezan Goblin (father)
AGE: 27
HEIGHT: 4'10
EYES: Amethyst
HOUSE: Mortz; Formally a hoity-toity family in the cartel... Oops.
PROFESSION: Shaman-Priest of Gonk, Healer-for-Hire, Raptor Enthusiast
APPEARANCE:
PERSONALITY:
HISTORY:

RACE: Undead Human (Forsaken)

CHRONOLOGICAL AGE: 34

PHYSICAL AGE (how old s/he appears to be): Mid-twenties (but, you know, undead)

APPEARANCE: If it weren't for the fact that his lips had been sewn shut (or that, you know, he's dead), he'd be a looker. Indeed, in life he had been a fetching young man with many prospects. Descended from a long line of butchers (hence his name), the Northrend native may have shared some lineage with the Vrykul, gauging from his broad shoulders and impressive height. Unlike other undead, he still has enough muscle-tone to hold himself up with proper posture, a fact which pleases him endlessly. His dull, raven-colored hair is forever disheveled, and he's long since given up on attempting to tame it. Still, for a zombie, he's not all that hard to look at (or at least he thinks so).

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

PERSONALITY: Incorrigible smart-ass, soft-hearted, easy-going.

HISTORY: The son of a famous ancestry of butchers, renowned for their ability to carve up an animal corpse in less than 10 minutes, no matter the size or toughness of the meat. When the Scourge swept through his hometown in Northrend, he and his family didn't go down without a fight; they wielded cleavers and tenderizers, and fought until the last of them, Billy, was mortally wounded. As he lay dying, bleeding from a massive wound in his belly, the Scourge champion who had dealt the lethal blow mocked him. Billy spat right in his smug, ugly face and, just before expiring, told the monster he should "watch his tongue lest it be chopped from his mouth."

When Billy was raised as a Death Knight, the first thing he did was seek out the self-same commanding officer of the Lich King who'd slain him and endlessly goaded the undead by pestering him with questions to which the answers were obvious or impossible to know. The officer punished him by sewing his lips shut, and that was that.

Until the Lich King was dispatched, of course. At which time, Billy was finally able to cut open the sutures preventing him from sassing everyone and everything around him. Grateful for this freedom, he devoted himself to the Banshee Queen and her cause, even if he thought that wiping out more humans and spreading the plague further wasn't exactly the "right thing to do" in his book.

(Yes, this the Richard from the web comic 'Looking For Group' (LFG). Deal with it. 8)
RACE: Undead human

PROFESSION: Warlock for hire (and shits and giggles)

COMPANIONS:

• Chtib Elltil (aka "Little Bitch"), his imp minion that absolutely detests him. Richard may or may not have driven the poor little guy to insanity after sending him to his death over and over. Oopsie doodles~!
  
• Sooba, the panther that he totally didn't miniaturize into kitty-size and steal from a certain elven ranger.
  
• Glass Dragon, the unamed dragon mount that's technically made of sand AND glass.
• Bunny, his bunny. What, who said he was clever at names?

RACE: Shu'halo (Tauren)
Age: 21

Family: The Mistrunner tribe. Mother: Auhaki (alive). Father: Mohrum Lighteagle (deceased)

Birthplace: Bloodhoof Village, Mulgore, Kalimdor

Home: Thunder Bluff, Mulgore, Kalimdor

Personality: Loud, brash, and cheerful with a bit of a flirtatious streak. He's known to enjoy drinking a little too much. Since Garrosh's downfall, he's 'grown up' some, mentally, and is showing the dogged determined streak his mother is known for in his cause of bringing the bastard to justice.

Most Common Activity: Defending clanmates from the dangers they face while furthering their cause; training as a Sunwalker; drinking himself into a stupor.

Other Alliances/Associations: The Sunwalker paladins, The Earthen Ring, Argent Dawn

Appearance:
657 lbs.
8'2"
Of average height for a male shu'halo, he was built like a warrior, with his muscled haunch and bulging arms and shoulders. His fur was a soft, misty grey that faded into white as it reached his face, under-arms, and center line, evoking his surname quite by coincidence. He had clear, sky-blue eyes that seemed to twinkle, an irrepressible grin on his features most times, despite the serious circumstances of his life's goals. His carefully grown horns are capped in gold to match his gold-and-blue armor and nose-ring.


Most Noticeable Physical Attribute(s): That ever-present grin and his sky-blue eyes.

Common Wear Clothing: Plain, beige native-Mulgore-wear, with tan hide vest, brown trousers, leather boots, and thin hide gloves.

Event Clothing: His armor (until something nicer is found/made)

Combat Gear: Glimmering golden mail from head to hoof.

Weapon(s) and Other Items: His trusty tomahawk and gold-and-blue Sunwalker shield.


History:
As Clan Matron Auhaki's son, he was expected to join her cause in restoring the natural order, and was all but forced to join the Earth Mother Disciples. He might have anyway, but now that he's been forced, the brash, bawdy, rebellious young shu'halo prefers to make merry with his fellow clan members when mother's not about.

The only thing he takes seriously is his training as a Sunwalker and his devotion to keeping Azeroth and its mortal races safe, but even then he’s known for being a rabble rouser of the order. He acts the noble part required of him when in front of others and on duty, but when he’s with the other Sunwalkers or off-duty, all bets are off. He has an affinity for drinking, but oddly doesn't have a good tolerance for it- something he inhereted from his mother's side, no doubt, as Mistrunner's are terrible at taking their alcohol. He's easily the first one to be smashed and fall unconscious.

Wapumani is a bastard, born fatherless after his father was killed in an Alliance raid of the Barrens village he and Auhaki had both been passing through at the same time. This was the first and last time Auhaki every drank in excess and, growing up, refused to let Wapumani try any alcohol until he was off on his own.

Although close with his mother, who took him to every Darkmoon Faire from when he was 1 until he was 18, Wapumani thirsted for adventure and freedom not under the watchful, worried eyes of Auhaki. As such, he joined the newly formed Sunwalkers and began his training.

Now, a just a few years later, his mother and chieftess took ill with a mysterious, incurable illness that threatened her life, and she stepped down from leading the Earthmother Disciples, leaving the task up to Wapumani. For some weeks, he attempted to juggle leading the charge against the Iron Horde in Draenor and leading the clan as a whole, but found himself lacking. He is pondering disbanding the clan, if only he could find a new one willing to accept him and his mother into it.

NAME: Zu'jawi Ebontusk

PERSONALITY:
A fervent follower of the panther goddess, Bethekk, but otherwise trustworthy and honorable. She greatly enjoys sarcasm, wordplay, and jokes, but dislikes bad puns. She's fiercely loyal to her people thus shows open animosity to elves. Despite this, Zu'jawi prefers to 'fight' with words and debate rather than resorting to using her roguish skills. She has a habit of giggle-snorting at her own jokes. More recently she's mostly retired from hunting and prefers to make her living by working as an animal tamer at the Darkmoon Faire. Still, the troll hunts for the perfect trio of panthers (companion, pet, and mount), so she does go hunting frequently. She stays close to Zul'gurub, however.

APPEARANCE
Like all Zandalari trolls, she's on the tall and muscular side compared to her Darkspear cousins. The woman had prominent brow, but a placid face, lacking in the usual permanent frown her people seem to favor. Her tusks are somewhat long (for a female troll, anyway), and curve back, pressing against her cheeks. She has various spiraling tribal tattoos in black, white, and purple swirling around her upper arms, shoulders, and between her shoulder blades. Very simple pin-prock tattoos extend from the edges of her honey-gold eyes, which themselves are framed by long, dark lashes. She favors keeping her indigo hair back, braided on the side but allowed to fall in a wild mane down to her tail-bone.

EVER-PRESENT ITEMS: A pendant made from the tip of her great-grandfather's tusk, created after he died defending the village from elves. She treasures it.

COMPANIONS
Her red raptor, Riptalon, Riptalon's daughter, Skyeye, and Riptalon's mate, Bloodfeather, who's ridden by Zu. The pink raptor trio she has (yet to be named) rarely leave the shadows. They're quite skittish.

HISTORY
Zu'jawi counts herself lucky to have not only passed her training before the Cataclysm hit and destroyed Zandalar, but survived it... She would be proud of her skill if it weren't for the true reason she got away: her parents sacrificed themselves so that she and another young troll would fit on one of the ships to the Eastern Kingdoms.

She and a few other survivors from her village were discovered by some Darkspear adventurers, and were brought to Stranglethorn, where she threw herself into training.

She was among the Zandalari that became enthralled by the Gurubashi's attempt to reestablish the troll empire. She joined her clan in Zul'gurub. There, a reverence for the panther loa, Bethekk, was kindled. She studied ancient texts, practiced prayers, and performed rituals before each hunt with Riptalon, a young raptor she was given once she'd proven her worth as a huntress. It wasn't long before her obsession was noticed by the priests of Bethekk. They encouraged her to spend more and more time in the jungle.

One night, she packed her sleeping mat, some healing potions, and reagents for a communing ritual before slipping into the shadows of the jungle. For weeks, she spent the days in a deep state of meditation, and the nights hunting and sacrificing half of her kills to Bethekk. After months in solitude with only her raptors for company, she was ready to return to Zul'gurub. When she returned, however, it was to find the Hakkari had begun turning the Gurubashi into dangerous radicals. She immediately fled, not wishing to trifle in such matters, knowing it would bring the wrath of the loas upon them. Her reverence for the loa Bethekk, however, was never broken.

Once again, the lone Zandalari troll made her home in the jungles. She did not keep track of the time that past, but she knew it was quite some time after most of the others of her tribe had moved on to colonize Pandaria (or so she heard by a Darkspear outcast). She had no interest in joining her old clan anymore, as she viewed them to have fallen from the loas' graces. Since hearing of this, and meeting several adventurers, her temper grew passive, and her hatred for the Horde and Alliance cooler.

Wandering the shore one morning, Zu'jawi met a tauren druid named Auhaki Mistrunner, who managed to convince her to join her her association - Earthmother Disciples - after telling her about the ruin Garrosh Hellscream was bringing to the wilds of the world. She vowed to protect her clanmates and the natural world against any and all atrocities that would threaten it, regardless of their alliances.

Not long after, however, Zu'jawi left and found a job at the Darkmoon Faire, finding revering a tauren god uncomfortable, and taming and caring for the animals much more rewarding. Even still as she devoted her time to her new job, the troll's off-hours were spent training for her life goal: taming a pair of panthers to hunt beside her, and, eventually, breeding them.

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RACE: Undead human (Forsaken)

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