Kuweshi

Information

Player: Monolith

Character Full Name: Kuwe'shi

Character In-Game Name: Kuweshi

Nickname(s): Ku, Kuwesh, Kiwi

Association(s): Darkspear Trolls

Race: Troll

Class: Shaman

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Hair: Green

Eyes: Blue

Weight: 231

Height: 8'1

Alignment: Neutral evil

Appearance

Robes

Personality

Cold and Seemingly uncaring about most around him, save for other Trolls and the occasional Orc or Tauren. Seems somewhat respectful towards the Forsaken, and dislikes Blood Elves. As for the Alliance, he could care less. They never did any harm to him personally- but he does see himself as having an excuse to kill them freely. Which he will use. A lot.

Aside from his murderous side, he a a deeply superstitious and devout Troll. He prays and pays tribute daily, regarding the Loa above all else. He believes that the spirits are in all things, and that it should all be revered. He is serious and stern about such things, and mocking them would result in possible violence.

Other: Cannibalistic, many strange fetishes and trinkets can be found on his person- mostly bone. Luckily, that's common in Darkspear Trolls. A shrunken head is tied to the back of his braided topknot.

History

Kuwe'shi was born into a voodoo-dominant family of the Darkspear tribe. His father and mother (Who Kuwe'shi's father insisted that Kuwe'shi call her a Zulfi) taught him the basics of voodoo, as in, regarding the spirits, worshiping the Loa, understanding signs, and identifying warnings. He understood completely when he was a mere child, which made his parents very proud.

When his tusks were barely coming in, he was out to pay tribute to the mighty Loa when saw one of the 'signs' that his father spoke of. A single Troll skull, missing it's tusks, hanging from a tree. This was a common sign for a violent, sudden death, and it scared Kuwe'shi... But he couldn't stop from giving the Loa his tribute, or they would be vengeful.

He continued to the shrine, sweat pouring down his blue skin as he looked from side to side, whimpering from fear. He came across the shrine, and set the carcass of a boar down and kneeled to pray. Once done, he felt a stinging sensation, and looked down. An incredibly venomous snake had bitten him. He passed out not long after.

His dreams were plagued by reptiles. Serpents, raptors, crocodiles all saying the same thing. They were speaking to him. He listened, but the tongue in which they spoke held no meaning to him. He merely watched until the head of the snake that bit him appear from nothingness. It spoke, slowly and clearly, though Kuwe'she only understood three words. "Mass" "Death" and "Kuwe'shi".

The words didn't come near each other in it's speakings, but he had no time to ponder as his eyes opened. Trolls were around him, and were helping him. His foot was bleeding- getting the venom out- and he was.. apparently and thankfully... alive.

Then and to this day he believed it was the Loa speaking to him. The serpent god, which the Darkspear revere above all others. However the way he interpreted the sign was terrible. He believed that the serpent was telling him to kill. He, being devout and loving of his god, obeyed.

People from the town began slowly disappearing. Kuwe'shi lured them away and offed them quietly and quickly, then stored their bodies in a large crag. None had found him, and he had since left the town- 12 of 37 Trolls missing, however he didn't know or believe if it was enough. He now resides in Durotar.

He lives among others in hiding. He has a few guises and different names, finding it hard to lure others away when he's not known by all as an apparently soft-spoken, quiet, and trustworthy individual.