Drajaa

Information

Player: Beala

Character Full Name: Drajaa'fon

Character In-Game Name: Drajaa

Nickname(s): Dra

Association(s): None

Race: Troll

Class: Priest

Age: 26

Sex: Female

Hair: Red

Eyes: Orange

Weight: 210 lbs

Height: 7' 0"

Appearance

Robes.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic neutral

She is friendly towards the people that she knows and slightly curious about the other races, be they alliance or horde. The only exception to that are Kal'dorei. Drajaa is clearly a racist towards them and will encounter any Night Elf with arrogance, disgust or sheer ignorance. If she loosens up between the people that she likes, the Trolless is most likely to become someone that cheers up the mood of everyone. Aside from that, if she's alone the Priestess becomes rather thoughtful and her mood darkens. At these times, it's hard to talk to her and pull her out of the silent state she is in.

History

Like every Darkspear Troll, Drajaa was born and raised on the Darkspear Isles. As soon as she reached a childbearing age, she was passed like property to a fitting male whom the Trolless gave birth to a young boy for, which she raised as well as she could over the years. Drajaa submitted herself into the role the trollish society had passed to her... a mere piece of trollish flesh that was only used for reproduction and "slavery" work.

As the great murloc attack hit the Darkspear Isles, Drajaa grabbed her son and fled together with the others towards the continent of Kalimdor with the orcs. She was fairly amazed by the honorable otherworlders, and their views concerning the role of a woman in society. She spoke with one of them during the travel to the region where Sen'jin would be built some time later, learning much. Time passed again and the Trolls, under the leadership of the orcs, became more civilized. The women, often reduced and suppressed into their role of a mere slave, bloomed after they were granted additional right, Drajaa amongst them.

The Trolless quickly became attached to the arts of Vodoo and trained day and night, possessed with her desire for a better future, to quickly enhance her powers. She believed in it so much that she achieved tremendous results after a short period, turning her into a great healer. It would be a short lived success, however.

A day of rest for her came, and Drajaa chose to spend it with her son at the beach. Yet, her desires to train, to advance, nagged at her even here. Thoughts of recently learned techniques, of magics granted by the darker Loa, buzzed in her mind. Fretting over it for most of their time, she eventually felt assured that her son was safe enough, and began trying to tap into this darker source. Hours of meditation and prayer passed before she felt the touch of the Loa she sought, and the way was opened to her. Worse, a hunger to exercize her newfound abilities had awakened.

Small creatures scurried about the beach, crabs and the like. Drajaa, however, did not hear the ocean's waves, nor see the red Durotar beach, and not even a harmless crab. It was a target. Practice. Evoking her powers, Drajaa destroyed the creature, yet felt no satisfaction. There was cold at the pit of her stomach, and unfamiliar with the forces she wielded, she thought on how trying again might thrill her.

Creatures died, one after another, as Drajaa descended down the beach. Crab. Crab. Malukra. Scorpid. Boy. Crab. Drajaa, apathetic to her actions, froze as the good in her reeled against the numbing effects of the Shadow magic. She turned slowly, eyeing the path of devastation, all the way back to the small form of a young Troll boy, laying upon the beach. Several moments passed as Drajaa stood there, the horror of her act slowly eating through the magic's effects on her unprepared mind, her heart breaking the entire time.

Trollish scouts, who had tracked the odd string of corpses, arrived at the scene and found Drajaa with the leftovers of her dead son. She was immediately apprehended and judged at the very same day, not even allowed to process her actions fully. Many shouted and screamed for her death in the "trial" the Trolls held, outraged by the abuse of her powers and the death she had caused. Luckily ( or unluckily ), however, she was spared her life and exiled from the tribe. The Trolless accepted her fate and left Sen'jin without hesitation. The long road laying before her held no answer as to how she could atone for her sin, yet the burden on her soul urged her to walk the path, regardless.