Jurzak

Information

Player: Vagabond

Character Full Name: Jurzak

Character In-Game Name: Jurzak

Nickname(s): N/A

Association(s): Daggerclaw Tribe

Race: Jungle Troll

Class: Hunter

Age: 46

Sex: Male

Hair: Bald

Eyes: Blood red

Weight: Nearing three hundred pounds

Height: Just over seven and a half feet tall

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Appearance

Mix of tigers hides, chain, leather, and cloth. Usually is rather lightly armored and prefers to have little on.

Other: He's quite scarred, favoring a lesser amount of armor

Personality

Jurzak is a quiet, contemplating troll. Unlike most males in the tribe he never really treated women different , much to quiet and mellow to worry about that when in a peaceful situation.He has a keen eye for detail and prefers to listen, think, then act before jumping the gun (so to speak). He is actually very protective of his chieftain, though she doesn't need it and he respects her very much. His respect to her is above all, though it doesn't extend to all the women in his tribe. He still respects those who show they deserve respect. He does not mind his status in the tribe as a male, not caring either way, though he does not care for nor accept other females thinking they are above him simply because his chieftain showed her prowess- to him the other women are simply sheep who followed the might of the chieftain.

His views of other races are simple; trolls, orcs, and tauren must be dealt with carefully as to not upset his tribes living arrangement- but in no way do they deserve quarter, trust, or respect until if or when they deserve it. The blood elves and the undead he cannot stand for; though he would never move against them outside of defending himself, his tribe, or his tribe's lands (again, as to not bring ruin to the tribe). When in battle he is a merciless, bloodraged, beserking individual who will not run and who will fight to the end.

History

Born into the Daggerclaw tribe in Stranglethorn Vale he was deemed a healthy strapping child. He grew strong and tall, even more so then others of his age yet even with this advantage he remained a more quiet and calculating troll. He went about his own duties as a young male honing his skills during skirmishes and hunts until his rite of adulthood came. He slew the tiger, unarmed and unarmored and was so filled with the spirit of the dead beast he took its head and made from it a helmet, and took its claws and made weapons of them- all which he still uses to this day.

Jurzak has never had a mate, though he aspires for one; he's getting old and he wishes to teach a child what he knows. When his tribe took flight to Kalimdor, he did not for a moment doubt his chieftain, he went readily and serves readily doing all he cant to help secure a new home for his people.