Thrazin
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Character Full Name: Thra'Zin Darkspear
Character In-Game Name: Thrazin
Nickname(s): Slasha', Spiderspeaker
Association(s): Loa, The Darkspear tribe
Race: Troll
Class: Warrior
Age: 36
Sex: Male
Hair: Mohawk of varying color - often dyed brightly
Eyes: Green
Weight: 211lbs
Height: 7'4"
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Appearance
Either complete or partial plate-and-mail armor. Messy tribal face-paint at most times. Ocassionaly tribal-wear. Ritual wear during ritual service.
Personality
Thra'Zin is a Darkspear island troll in every way - quick to rage but as easily amused and made cheerful - often at the same time. He has a strong tendency to associate violence and enjoyment, thriving on the primal and sometimes bonding experience of combat. While he prefers to win, he'd much rather lose a good intensely physical fight than win after having to deal with underhanded combat tactics or dirty tricky magic.
He has little respect for most other species other than the “old horde" ones. He will, however, be able to grow to like and possibly even respect almost any person that cumulatively shows character and the ability to stand proud on their own two feet. He is rather conspicuous of orcs and the Horde, as he strongly dislikes troll tradition becoming lost within “orcish horde spirituality", but ultimately sees them as allies and as preferable companions than other races thanks to their personality. He considers the service due to the Horde for the Islands rescue as paid with enough Darkspear blood by now - having engaged in independent mercenary work after the Third War. Of all races he dislikes blood elves the most for their stuck-up ways, as well as any pompous member of any other race.
He is highly spiritual and would have followed a path of more in-depth spiritual attunement, but he considers he's never really been given that opportunity. His belief in the Loa and voodo can tend towards zealotry, trolls contesting the old ways often enraging him more than many a enemy races. He follows ritual and believes no level of mystical or physical excellence can be achieved without matching belief in a race's true gods – in trolls’ cases – the Loa. He wishes to live to see the day of Darkspears being a well outlined community again and a member of the Horde equal to the orcs.
Belief: I am the Loa's
Use heathens, bend the undecided to the Loa's path, teach and learn from other believers.
Impulse in crisis: Attack to kill body and soul
Traits: Savage, faithful, mentor
History
Born on the Broken Isles, Thra'zin very soon in his youth begun closely shadowing his hunting skills and training with the skills applicable to direct confrontation against an armed and (somewhat) intelligent enemy. Beside all the fun he felt it provided to train and spar around, he found that it was a very important social tool in troll society to be able to overpower and defeat those who would "get in me' face". His ability, honed over time, and good standing in the community thanks to his expansive personality and advocacy of the Loa, alloweed him to be in the front rows of Darkspear defenses as he liked against the murlocs, and he could be often found in the first lines of combat, slashing away quite eagerly at the scalies.
After leaving the islands, he naturally went on to fight in the third war, but upon seeing entire battlefields of sprawling dead - many young trolls with merely a sprear and a rudimentary shield, he lost hope in the Horde's war effort soon. His father and most of his brothers died in the events between the murloc attacks and the end of the war, him trading the devotion to his family for even deeper devotion to the Loa upon leaving the Horde's army.
Upon the conclusion of the war, he begun selling the only valuable commodity he had: his skill with an Axe and strong impetus when charging madly into battle, trusting that the Loa would see him trough and not caring that much if they didn’t. The fall of Echo isles prompted him to make sure he accumulated the resources that would allow him to dedicate his time to helping the fading troll comunity and it's identity. He found island troll living on the mainland, in a village around the Mighty Capital of Ogrimmar to be a travesty. Gaining some financial comfort, he begun looking into arena fighting as a sport to his liking and traditional form of troll expression and to the developments in “new troll society” as he called it with a dissatisfied smirk.
He found that the “old school” members of troll society were advocating wider cultural autonomy for troll-kind, respect and awareness of the old ways, all to be backed up by a new home – a true home- not just a village of huts in the shadow of Ogrimmar. As such, he closely participating in the reclamation force to take back Echo Isles and provide a true home there for trolls to be trolls, “not lanky orcs”.
Content with the new island home from which neo-voodoo can flourish, he found himself dedicated in prayer often times, chiefly to Shadra that he though of as his patron.
One night seemed like all others. He had hunted, he would pray, and then sleep.
His long stride would take the large troll close to the hut, blood covering the armor, his own and the prey's. Said pray would be slung off his shoulder and onto a hook hanging on a chain outside the hut. Stabbing in a few places rich in arteries, the zhevra corpse would be allowed to bleed out. Shoulder pads would be casually tossed away and axe hung against the side of the small dwelling. After collecting some of the striped creature's blood into a small wooden bowl, and refreshing the tribal markings on his face with this fresh content, Thrazin stepped into the hut.
Kneeling upon the dry hay, Thra'zin would stretch his shoulders once more, discarded armor behind him as he closed his eyes. After several long inhales, his mutters would soon surface, filling the decrepit empty hut's silence like a hum. A priest had long ago tried to teach him traditional ways of addressing the Loa, but without the need for an answer, he opted for a simple state that he perceived as trance-like in which he would loosen his soul in simple words. Hesitation would fade into the certainty of destiny. The rules of others would fade into trust Loa-granted instinct.
"Blessed be ya, Shadra, motha' ta owa' destiny, guardian of owa' deaths and tortchura' of tha souls of da' unworthe'. Muh humble essence bow to ya, and ask that ya done grant me tha hona' of allowin' ma words a' worship ta reach de otha' Loa, before the true time that they could, upon the death ya grant. Ya be the order-maker, tha fate builda' and keeper a true balance. Naw the wordy balance ay the stone-builder races and naw the childish order of tha dirt-lovin' races, but tha true balance of instinct, thought, life an' death, destruct'chan' and making.
Ah find maself without purpose, Mother of Venom, but will fi're so that we done re-grow to a true tribe, respected and independant a' owa green brothaz with softenin' faith. Silk Dancer, bless tha youngins who follow da Loa. Forgive tha youngins who forget tha Loa. Forgive da tribesmons who go ta' untrue faiths, and weave so that they be used ta ya glory. Heart Weaver , give glorious deaths ta tha greatest ay slashers, and spare no thread for those that dishona' ya balance.
May Legba and Lukou deliver us swiftly ta the place where ya may sow us back up. May Hireek and Hethiss keep out huts at night and keep us from backstabs. May the Prey's Doom and Ogoun grant us the slash-arm we need for victory and may Shango and Sam'di leave the dead ta' rest on thundery nights. May tha chidren a tha Loa no be allowed ta be jus' wild life or annexes ta de "civilisationz". May tha Childern of tha Loa fer eva' be fo tha Loa's glory. I slash in ya name, draw blood in ya name and bleed in ya name, Spida' Motha'."
Opening his eyes and getting up with a sigh, he would stretch his shoulders yet again, ready to head out and prepare the fire needed to burn his food. A step away from where he knelt was all he took before the indistinguishable whisper of destiny hissed ephemereally inside of him, but from without, for ever changing things.
"Alright, Thra'Zin Darkspear. It is time."
From that day forward, hearing more and more from the Loa, at first brokered by Shadra and then even communicating directly, he set upon the path of dark enlightnemnet that is the Shadow Hunter's. Gaining their favour for now, and empowered by them, Thra'Zin travels the world as vessel for the Loa's wishes and seeks to impart the trollish blessed cruel faith to all those who would listen. Rush'kah in hand or worn, with each small or greater success, he is awarded more spiritual power and more favour, though it is a tight-rope act in a world that seems bent on curving troll ways to a new way of thinking.
