Go TRIBAL!: June Submissions
Contest Forum: http://earthen.ning.com/forum/topics/go-tribal-troll-june-juju-month
Please enter your submissions here. Post your character name along with a bio! You will need to post your entry in this forum to be considered an official entrant! This contest is for brand new trolls or trolls that have been created within the last month.
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Permalink Reply by Elly Embersong on -
Name: Tasiya
Class: Warlock
Brief Description:
Tasi looks fairly youthful and perhaps pretty for a troll, but she smells awful. Like a mixture of mold, swamp water, and sweat. She dresses in tribal looking rags and has pieces of bones and a dull feather tied into her hair.
Tasiya is a bit of a hermit, living in the Swamp of Sorrows with a little imp named Gakuri. She refuses to admit her reason for being there, or her origins. If you ask for any personal information about her, she will order Gakuri to bite your ankles. Tasi also sells charms and elixirs for a price, and is highly superstitious.
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Permalink Reply by Aelya Stormraven-Kobert on
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Name: Dam'erae (Damerae IG)
Class: Warrior (Berserker)
Brief Description: As a Berserker, Dam'erae is particularly tall and muscular, especially for a Darkspear. He's usually painted in thick layers of black, white, and red warpaints arranged in simple yet exotic patterns. His hair is braided into a nest of thick dreadlocks, with small animal bones, tribal talismans, and trinkets representing the various loa woven into the dreadlocks. He keeps himself relatively clean, leaving only a scent of paint, sweat, and lingering blood on himself. Trusting his natural toughness and healing, and relying upon his swiftness and agility he usually wears little else aside from a loincloth, a harness to help carry his weapons, bracers, and shinguards.Dam'erae is usually smiling broadly, ambling almost lazily as he walks. He seems to enjoy life to the fullest, both in peace and in war. In battle Dam'erae becomes a swirling dervish of bloodletting, throwing spears with rapid precision and wicked blades carving his way through enemies; all the while with a big grin on his face and a sparkle of excitement in his eyes.
He's young yet, and perhaps hasn't seen as much as other trolls but has still proven himself as a true warrior of the Darkspear. He shares the usual Darkspear distrust and disdain for the Forsaken and elves in the Horde, but is friendly and gets along well with other Horde members. He especially likes to get along with the women of the Horde. Dam'erae is in short one of those trolls who helps give his race their reputation of fierce warriors, laid back citizens, wild men even amongst the less civilized Horde, and hard partiers.
To earn his trust is to earn an ally, friend, and drinking buddy for life. Just keep an eye on him or he'll prank you mercilessly in the name of good natured fun and/or flirt outrageously with anything female.
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Permalink Reply by Vandrian Blooddrake on -
Name: Hazanko (Pronounced "Hah-zahn-koh.")
Class: Priest
Brief Bio: There's no point in asking Hazanko for his past, for he will spin a new tale of his upbringing and a new legend of his claim to fame. Even his tribe and homeland are mysteries. He is a consummate con-artist and shyster, dabbling in what he's found to be the most fertile grounds - religion and spirituality.
Hazanko gives fiery sermons for loa that don't exist, or impersonates priests of loa that do. He's managed to pass himself as a priest of the Holy Light at times, and even infiltrated the Twilight's Hammer cult at one time in order to preach. The results are often the same - once Hazanko has received enough generous "donations", he vanishes without a trace, cackling to the sounds of grief and rage from his victims. When words aren't enough, Hazanko falls back on his psychic capabilities and holy magick to confuse and mislead.
The question, however, remains - if Hazanko is truly a thief who serves no true god, then where does his power come from?
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Permalink Reply by Narjaniklos on -
NAME: Poppa Legbah (Legbah in game)
CLASS: Druid
INFO:
An elderly troll, thin, hunched and wrinkly. His scraggly white hair is long and unkempt. His tusks are quite long and yellowed.
“Watchoo want?”
“I doan do dat witchdoctorin namore. I’m a drooid now."
"I used ta be de best witchdoctor in dese parts. Den we had ta run from dat crazy Zalawhatsit. I dunno. De witchdoctors hadda go to a new loa and be drooids den. Doan ask me, I jus’ did what I hadda.”
“I really was de best tho. Ask aroun’ fa Poppa Legbah, you’ll see. Doan ask de wife though. She crazy like a outhouse rat. Bein a drooid ain’t so bad. Pretty soon I be de best drooid aroun' dese parts too."
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Permalink Reply by Laavi on -
Laavi is old and wizened. Her silvery-white hair is braided down her slightly bowed back in the style of a much younger woman. She wears a permanent scowl but her eyes betray the gamut of emotions that skitter over her like wind-blown leaves.
She is a crone, a matron with grown children and has recently been experiencing visions and vivid dreams. Curious, hoping she’s not going senile, she visits a local shaman for answers.
Ask her about her long-time husband, Poppa Legbah, and you’ll likely hear a laugh like a creaky gate followed by a snort of derision.
“Dat ole goat been tellin’ me I’m crazy. Seein’ tings. I tell’im dese visions, dey are real, from da Loa. So I train wit’ da village shaman ta read de visions. Ta harness de powers aroun’ me for da good of my people. An’ that ole mon? He tinks he’s a drooid now. Who’s de crazy one, eh?”
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Permalink Reply by Zurabi on -
NAME: Zurabi
CLASS: Mage (Hydromancer)
INFO:
While the Sandfury tribe remains weak within their ruined city of Zul'Farrak, Hydromancer Zurabi seeks the retribution of her people from the corruption of the horrid Old Gods. To do this, she has joined the ranks of the Wolves of Norgannon to scour the reaches of Azeroth's civilizations in the hopes of finding a cure for the corruption her beloved hydra loa, Gahz'rilla, has fallen to and in the hopes of finding a way to free Neptulon, the Tidehunter, so the waters will once again return to her people.
OTHER INFO:
Her deep connection with the element of water allowed her to befriend a snarky, narcissistic water elemental named Hydraxis, whom she truly loves. She's not afraid to talk to strangers or speak her mind, but her biggest quirk is that she has just recently seen a lot of the world outside of the desert where she once resided. As such, a lot of the prejudice and conflict between the Horde and Alliance confuses her, but she goes with what she's familiar with, putting her in the company of other trolls, though her true faith lies in her worship of hydra loa and the Elemental Lord of Water, Neptulon. She's eager to learn about the world outside of the desert, fascinated by the different races, creatures, and landscapes that make it up.
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Permalink Reply by Narjaniklos on
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"Bah, ya is crazy, womman. Dat's what happen when ya get ole. Ya star hearin' tings. Mebbe when I learn more bout healin', I ken cure dat addled brain a yours."
Laavi said:Laavi is old and wizened. Her silvery-white hair is braided down her slightly bowed back in the style of a much younger woman. She wears a permanent scowl but her eyes betray the gamut of emotions that skitter over her like wind-blown leaves.
She is a crone, a matron with grown children and has recently been experiencing visions and vivid dreams. Curious, hoping she’s not going senile, she visits a local shaman for answers.
Ask her about her long-time husband, Poppa Legbah, and you’ll likely hear a laugh like a creaky gate followed by a snort of derision.
“Dat ole goat been tellin’ me I’m crazy. Seein’ tings. I tell’im dese visions, dey are real, from da Loa. So I train wit’ da village shaman ta read de visions. Ta harness de powers aroun’ me for da good of my people. An’ that ole mon? He tinks he’s a drooid now. Who’s de crazy one, eh?”
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Permalink Reply by Laavi on
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"I been hearin' tings, sure--been hearin' ya never shuttin' ya ole fool mouth. Amazin' I hear da spirits at all over dat yappin'!"
Poppa Legbah said:"Bah, ya is crazy, womman. Dat's what happen when ya get ole. Ya star hearin' tings. Mebbe when I learn more bout healin', I ken cure dat addled brain a yours."
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Permalink Reply by Narjaniklos on
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"Fah... whatchoo talkin' bout yappin? I can' get a word in edgewise wit all tha nag, nag, nag. It's no wondah my hearin's gone. Womman nevah stops."
Laavi said:"I been hearin' tings, sure--been hearin' ya never shuttin' ya ole fool mouth. Amazin' I hear da spirits at all over dat yappin'!"
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Permalink Reply by Aijbar Hempstaff on -
Name: Aijbar Hempstaff
Class: Druid
BIO: Aijbar is a fun-loving, youthful Troll who went into Druidism in honor of his deceased friend. He quickly picked up the art, so quickly, in fact, that he is allowed to stay and train even after slaughtering the squirrels to make stew, and growing his infamous Happy Plant. A very flirty and fun fellow, he quickly becomes friends with everyone he meets, or at least makes an attempt to.
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Permalink Reply by Keyalorian Haildawn on -
Name: Joz'akka (Jozakka)
Class: Death Knight (Spirit Warrior)
Description:
Faded scars criss-cross his back like a morbid web of pain spun at the end of a whip. The same off-color flesh wreaths his wrists, ankles, and neck likely from some form of shackles. Jagged yellow teeth gleam within a rictus grin as grey-blue eyes hide behind lenses of jaded distrust.
This hulking Ice Troll is the model specimen of the Drakkari lineage, complete with his speckled blue complexion and gargantuan size. One must wonder, though. What is he doing so very far from home?
Backstory:
When the Nerubians rose against the Drakkari, they were batted down like unruly pups. When the Scourge rose against the Drakkari, the trolls attempted to react in precisely the same manner. The result was akin to trying to bat down a full grown bear with one arm tied behind your back. The Drakkari turned to drastic measures, consuming their own gods, the Loa, in a mad bid for power. It worked, though the victory was short lived. Not all of the Drakkari were so zealous about the cause, however, for some saw it as far lower than a mere attempt at survival.
Joz'akka was a simple priest when his people began to shackle the Loa and consume their power. He saw this action as corruption in its most volatile form and did the only thing that he knew how to do. He begged the Loa for forgiveness and stole what little the Drakkari prophets had left of their gods. And he ran. The priest made the trek across Northrend to a port on its southern shore and joined up with the first ship's crew he found. As Zul'Drak fell to the Scourge, he never looked back.
At first, the Loa that he had taken into himself lay dormant, amplifying his pre-existing abilities. The pirate vessel that he found himself on suited his savage upbringing well enough, though the hammocks were never large enough. For a time, all was good and the Loa within him began to recuperate. It was not until his ship was sunk in a catastrophic run-in with a kraken that things went from bad to worse.
Joz was picked up by a rival pirate ship and quickly carted off to the nearest port for sale, as a slave. The Goblins of Kezan were all too willing to take the hulking Drakkari for use in the Kajamite mines, and he toiled for many long years. While he worked, his Loa healed. As a reward for his devotion, they violently freed him from his servitude and granted him a fraction of their power. He wasted no time in hijacking a boat and sailing to the nearest landmass. Kalimdor. Now, armed with his newfound abilities, he works to find a new purpose among the New Horde.
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((Not entirely sure where to put these so they're seen, but here's a story/journal submission for Dam'erae's character.))
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