Jirazal

Information

Player: Brutalskars

Character Full Name: Jirazal Skartusk

Character In-Game Name: Jirazal

Nickname(s): Jira, Zal, Skar

Association(s): Ebon Blade, Horde

Race: Troll, Death Knight

Class: Deathknight

Age: 37 at conversion to Death Knight

Sex: Male

Hair: Bald

Eyes: Rime frost blue glow

Weight: 247 lbs

Height: 7'2" but he is hunched over like troll kind is.

Alignment: Chaotic neutral

Appearance

Generally Jirazal is donned in berserker combat armor or Ebon Plate uniform

Other: Jirazal has a necklace of Murloc teeth.

Personality

Jirazal is described in a long primitive code of honor and the Ebon Blade's broken persona of past worldly connections. Jira was a Darkspear skirmisher, practiced troll berserk. So he was violent and rowdy, a large set troll, tall and muscular, Jira even now during the days of the united Horde remembers the old troll way, honor through scalping, bloodlust and mastery of the Loa. So Jira is, or was extreamly violent, his conversion to the ranks of the Death Knights bittered him down even more, he is rough, and cold.

History

Jira was born from his lesser family of the Darkspear, the Skartusks. His life like the other Darkspears was pretty rough, murlocs were a constant threat and were needed to be killed off. Jirazal quickly became a warrior, studying the combat style of the troll beserk, Jira killed many murlocs.

Jira fought and fought then in his young adult years he took on a wife, and had a child... Both died when the Horde saved the Darkspears, Jirazal fought alongside the orcs to save the other trolls, then he found the ripped and maimed bodies of his 4-year old son and his wife.

Jirazal quickly went to Kalimdor with the Horde and fought alongside them there, but lived most of his depressed and angry life out the Echo Isles. Then the humans attacked, Jirazal fought back. After gaining several trophies of battle against the humans, Jirazal felt content, (He also had three night elven ears from the battles against the Night Elves before this.)

The large viscious troll soon went to Lordearon, following the promise of combat, this time against the scourge. Jirazal destroyed many undead, but he was captured by cultists and incapacitated.

Then in the halls of Acherus, Jira stumbled to his feet. Soon hearing the voice of a large man bellow, "Test if he is worthy."

Three ghouls lunged upon Jirazal, Jira tackled one as the others missed him, he took a long femur bone from the ground neabye and drove it through the ghoul's head. The next two ghouls were dipathed soon after, but leaving rippled cut marks on his gut, Jira groaned, the large man watching with his cultists. Jirazal looked about, his black ichor like blood horrified him. Jira roared in primal fury, then Jira found a bone shard, needle like. And tore some thread from his pants. He quickly made work of the wound.

Over time the wound healed, and Jira killed Scarlets. Whispers of darkness fluttering through his mind. But when the battle for Light's Hope ended, Jira; wounded and half unconscious, watched the spectacle of the Lich King's arrival. Like many surviving Ebon Bladesmen, Jira soon found himself fighting against the very force that brought him into the dark bonds of runic death.

But today, and all other days, Jirazal Skartusk, seeking glory and revenge, fights for the Loa... The Loa don't care if your dead... Only if your there... Fighting... Praying... Hexing...

Then again, not many people like the undead... Even one of the Loa.

"The Loa need proof... Samedi, lord of the restful sleep, watchin' an' waitin'... He is gonna need a lot of proof dat I am here... Here for de Loa!"