Rajjah
10-15-2006, 10:13 PM
Full Name: Rajjah (recent rumors speak of a Rajjah Jin'ras, relation unknown)
Nicknames: The Frozen Hand
Date of Birth: Unknown
Age: Exact age unknown, although he does seem rather young, appearance suggest approx 30 yrs.
Race: Troll
Gender: Male
Hair: Thick jaggedly spiked white mane
Skin: Pale blue
Eyes: Red
Height: 7 feet 3 inches (In hunched posture)
Weight: Unknown
Place of residence: No known place of residence, tends to travel alot.
Place of Birth: Unknown, speculation of ties to Alterac Valley.
Known Relatives: Unknown, believed deceased during exodus from Alterac Valley.
Religion/Philosophy: Unknown
Occupation: Mage, Master Alchemist
Group/Guild affiliation: Sanctuary
Guild Rank: Scrapper
Enemies: No known enemies
Likes: Head Hunting, melting things then freezing them to preserve the "beauty", troll females are his true weekness although females in general he keeps in high "regard", he has great pride in his tusks, and in his words "To do bakkle". Rajjah also holds Hunters in high esteem.
Favorite Foods: Sweet Rolls..."assorted" meats.
Favorite Drinks: Crystal Water
Favorite Colors: Blue
Weapons of Choice: Whiteout Staff
Dislikes: Dwarves and Night elves, shadow magic, Gnome giggles, and again in his own words "back 'tabberz"
Hobbies: Gathering herbs
Physical Features: Rarely without his robes in public, no apparent scars, birthmarks, or tattoos. Rajjah is slighlty taller than the average Troll, with his jagged spiked hair he seems to stand nearly 10 feet tall when standing upright. Rajjah is also never seen without his face covered in war paint, he sees this as a badge of great honor. No one is known to have seen his face without it.
Special Abilities: Manipulating the elements of ice, and some fire/arcane magic. Developped a unique ability to open small windowed portals for communication. Rajjah is also known to have an incredibly sensitive sense of smell.
Positive Personality Traits: :lol:
Negative Personality Traits: :twisted:
Misc. Quirks: Use of humor when not "appropriate", always sniffing people.
Played by What Famous Person: Me?
Theme Songs:
History:
Of Blood and Tears.
<A stormy night>
*A troll women holds her baby, tears flowing from her eyes, she suffers in silence. She tilts her head back, pulling her gaze from her baby to the skies above. Suddenly the clouds break to reveal a beautifully lit night sky sparkling with all the stars in the cosmos, a magical blanket of purple and pink hues dance across the face of the moon. As she brings her gaze back to her baby a call can be heard in the distance. A Troll male steps onto the peak overlooking where the mother blankets her baby boy as she crouches over him, tears flowing more heavily than before....the moment all loving mothers dread has come. As she lays her baby into a thick brush, she places one hand over her lips, holding it there briefly before bringing her hand to her babies forehead, brushing it back across his head holding her hand behind the babies neck. The voice up on the peak calls out again, "Der be no mo time! Dems comin!" His face clearly marked with the expression of panic as he grips his bow tightly. "Nooo" She whispers quietly as she turns back to her child, the expression on her face changes suddenly, she stands and begins to back away, one hand reaching out to her baby she pulls her finger tightly in a fist, her dirty nails digging into her palm drawing blood...she turns and runs, gripping her mace and pulling her shield from her back, and like a graceful wind she disappears over a hill, never to be seen again. Now alone, the baby troll boy reaches with hands and feet to the night sky, without expression he stares at the blanket of pink and purple hues as it dances into the night.*
...
Path of a Hero
<Dusk, Coastal waters of Durotar>
*A young Troll is perched on a cliff overlooking the ocean, the expression on his face a clear tell of someone lost in a memory, almost a meditative state of being. Eyes closed he whispers softly, almost without sound "Ready 'o not...". Standing up from his perched position on the ledge, he walks slowly to the cliffs edge. Bringing his hands to his right side near his hip, a haze of blue energy spatters and pops until a final burst as he throws his gaze forward along with both hands...he smirks as a portal to some unknown place forms before him, hovering over the beach and rocks below. "Here ah come"*
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Nicknames: The Frozen Hand
Date of Birth: Unknown
Age: Exact age unknown, although he does seem rather young, appearance suggest approx 30 yrs.
Race: Troll
Gender: Male
Hair: Thick jaggedly spiked white mane
Skin: Pale blue
Eyes: Red
Height: 7 feet 3 inches (In hunched posture)
Weight: Unknown
Place of residence: No known place of residence, tends to travel alot.
Place of Birth: Unknown, speculation of ties to Alterac Valley.
Known Relatives: Unknown, believed deceased during exodus from Alterac Valley.
Religion/Philosophy: Unknown
Occupation: Mage, Master Alchemist
Group/Guild affiliation: Sanctuary
Guild Rank: Scrapper
Enemies: No known enemies
Likes: Head Hunting, melting things then freezing them to preserve the "beauty", troll females are his true weekness although females in general he keeps in high "regard", he has great pride in his tusks, and in his words "To do bakkle". Rajjah also holds Hunters in high esteem.
Favorite Foods: Sweet Rolls..."assorted" meats.
Favorite Drinks: Crystal Water
Favorite Colors: Blue
Weapons of Choice: Whiteout Staff
Dislikes: Dwarves and Night elves, shadow magic, Gnome giggles, and again in his own words "back 'tabberz"
Hobbies: Gathering herbs
Physical Features: Rarely without his robes in public, no apparent scars, birthmarks, or tattoos. Rajjah is slighlty taller than the average Troll, with his jagged spiked hair he seems to stand nearly 10 feet tall when standing upright. Rajjah is also never seen without his face covered in war paint, he sees this as a badge of great honor. No one is known to have seen his face without it.
Special Abilities: Manipulating the elements of ice, and some fire/arcane magic. Developped a unique ability to open small windowed portals for communication. Rajjah is also known to have an incredibly sensitive sense of smell.
Positive Personality Traits: :lol:
Negative Personality Traits: :twisted:
Misc. Quirks: Use of humor when not "appropriate", always sniffing people.
Played by What Famous Person: Me?
Theme Songs:
History:
Of Blood and Tears.
<A stormy night>
*A troll women holds her baby, tears flowing from her eyes, she suffers in silence. She tilts her head back, pulling her gaze from her baby to the skies above. Suddenly the clouds break to reveal a beautifully lit night sky sparkling with all the stars in the cosmos, a magical blanket of purple and pink hues dance across the face of the moon. As she brings her gaze back to her baby a call can be heard in the distance. A Troll male steps onto the peak overlooking where the mother blankets her baby boy as she crouches over him, tears flowing more heavily than before....the moment all loving mothers dread has come. As she lays her baby into a thick brush, she places one hand over her lips, holding it there briefly before bringing her hand to her babies forehead, brushing it back across his head holding her hand behind the babies neck. The voice up on the peak calls out again, "Der be no mo time! Dems comin!" His face clearly marked with the expression of panic as he grips his bow tightly. "Nooo" She whispers quietly as she turns back to her child, the expression on her face changes suddenly, she stands and begins to back away, one hand reaching out to her baby she pulls her finger tightly in a fist, her dirty nails digging into her palm drawing blood...she turns and runs, gripping her mace and pulling her shield from her back, and like a graceful wind she disappears over a hill, never to be seen again. Now alone, the baby troll boy reaches with hands and feet to the night sky, without expression he stares at the blanket of pink and purple hues as it dances into the night.*
...
Path of a Hero
<Dusk, Coastal waters of Durotar>
*A young Troll is perched on a cliff overlooking the ocean, the expression on his face a clear tell of someone lost in a memory, almost a meditative state of being. Eyes closed he whispers softly, almost without sound "Ready 'o not...". Standing up from his perched position on the ledge, he walks slowly to the cliffs edge. Bringing his hands to his right side near his hip, a haze of blue energy spatters and pops until a final burst as he throws his gaze forward along with both hands...he smirks as a portal to some unknown place forms before him, hovering over the beach and rocks below. "Here ah come"*
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