Post by Lord Zen'zu on May 10, 2016 0:41:52 GMT -6
BASIC INFORMATION
BIRTH/GIVEN NAME: Zu
FULL NAME: Zen'Zu'jekwa Saberfang
PREFERRED ALIAS(ES): Zen'zu Saberfang ("Ol' Zen'zu")
TITLES: Primal Druid, Priest of Bethekk, Devotee of Vyrathiel Moonantler, Lord of the Fellowship of the Stag
RACE: Dark Troll/Kaldorei
COMBAT TRAINING: Primal Druid
RELIGION/DEITY: Druid of the Stag; Former Priest of Bethekk
PROFESSION: Loa-Empowered Healer
ACTUAL AGE: 145
APPEARS: Approaching middle-age
SOCIAL INFORMATION
FAMILY: Zul'aka (mother; deceased), Deranis Shadowsaber (father; location unknown), Jin'tor (Uncle; deceased), Bwati (Aunt; deceased), various nephews, nieces, and (possibly) half-siblings begotten by his kaldorei father.
SEXUALITY: Homosexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Unmated
COMPANIONS:
- Emeraldbough, Gaurdian of the Fellowship, Sapling of the Ancients (a medium-sized treant sapling of around 300 years old)
- Prongs, avatar spirit of the Great White Stag, Malorne/Apa'ro
- Soob'aka, daughter of Sooba, cursed with never-ending youth (tiny, cub-like panther)
- Sangui, son of Echi (vampiric batling)
- Echi (enormous vampiric bat used as a faithful mount)
- Scytheclaw (raptor mount gifted to him by the Darkspear)
- Skyeye/Scytheclaw'aka, daughter of Scytheclaw (tiny raptor hatchling with a love of bones and skulls)
BIRTHPLACE: Mount Hyjal
RESIDENCE: Darnassus; Moonantler Outpost in Ashenvale
PERSONALITY: At first glance, the mongrel appears not to take anything seriously, but this is a direct result of him growing a thicker skin as a necessity to guard against the world's less-than welcoming attitudes towards hybrids of his ilk. He is fiercely loyal to his loa, along with Malorne, and the Fellowship, but doesn't actually share many of their peace-loving ideals. He prefers words over action, certainly, but will not hesitate to strike out when nature is being taken for granted or outright abused.
He has a penchant for dry sarcasm and bawdy humor, picking pet names for others just as soon as he meets them, but the teasing usually doesn't persist if he sees he's made them sad. Those that he's offended or made angry, however, will definitely be mercilessly mocked.
LIKES & DISLIKES: He enjoys hunting in solitude, communing with the wilderness, flora and fauna, learning about the various cultures of Azeroth (especially trollish and elven), cracking terrible jokes, flirting openly with handsome elves, and people-watching. He dislikes blood-shed between sapient races, cannibalism, hatred and ignorance, crowds and loud music, explosions, the scent of gun powder, and fel magic.
FEARS: Explosions and other sudden, loud noises, along with the scent of gun-powder, trigger a fear response conditioned into him from being hunted during his days in the deep of Stranglethorn Jungle. He also has a crippling fear of being alone, but also with confronting any actual emotions when humor fails him. Go figure.
MOST COMMON ACTIVITY: Training, recruiting for the Fellowship, hitting on male elves.
OTHER ALLIANCES: Cenarion Circle, Darkspear Tribe, the Saberon of Dreanor, the Green Dragonflight
PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES
HEIGHT: 7'8
WEIGHT: 355 lbs
BUILD: Lean, for a dark troll. For an elf, especially bulky about the shoulders. In all, massive and hulking in comparison to his jungle troll cousins. A rather pronounced inverted triangle to his torso, with long, sinewy limbs common for a troll. Only slightly hunched over. Appears more elf than troll (unfortunately for him, when he's traveling in Horde lands).
SKIN/FUR: Indigo skin, with lavender fuzz along the center line of his abdominal slate, forearms, legs, and half-way down his spine.
HAIR: A coarse, oily mane of untamed azure locks rising from a pronounced widow's peak. It sticks out at odd angles and he occasionally braids bone, feather, or fur fetishes into it. It has a constant, musky, woodsy scent.
EYES: Feral, vibrant yellow-green
TATTOOS/MARKINGS/WAR-PAINT: He has jet-black tribal tattoos on his face to create a more feline appearance about his eyes. Intricate black whorls mark his shoulderblades and upper arms.
PIERCINGS: None to speak of at the moment.
SCARS: Many, cross-hatching in faint, raised lines over his aged flesh, though none yet really stick out all that much.
MOST NOTICEABLE ATTRIBUTE: If he is unmasked, it's usually his odd, entirely un-elf-like fangs. If he's masked, it's usually his height and build.
COMMON-WEAR CLOTHING: Tribal furs, made himself from several beasts he brought down in various hunts. Occasionally wears a wood-carved tiki mask to hide his hybrid features.
SPECIAL EVENT CLOTHING: White and pale-green ritual robes
COMBAT ATTIRE: Same as his usual wear.
WEAPON(S): A staff blessed by the loa spirits and the will of the forest. It has the preserved paw of a great black jaguar lashed to its top, and pulses with a soft, dark aura.
MISCELLANEOUS INVENTORY: (To be added)
BIOGRAPHY
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