Jarool

Name
Jarool



Physical Traits
A young troll with light blue skin, tangled blue hair hanging down on either side of his face which is daubed with white and purple tribal markings. He is thin and wiry and may seem a little uncomfortable especially if encountered indoors, shifting his weight from side to side, fidgeting, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings.

Race and Class
Darkspear Troll Hunter

Guild
The Earthfury Clan

Occupation
Wilderness Stalker (in training) and Leatherworker

Family
Mother and Father both possessed by Zalazane's voodoo, presumed still on the Echo Isles.

Background
Born on the Broken Isles in the year 13, Jarool has known conflict his whole life. He remembers as a boy the fury of the Murlocs, bound to the will of the sea witch, that threatened the tribe's very existance. He remembers the wrath of the mighty orc warriors as they fell upon the fish-men, saving the Darkspears from extinction. He remembers the terror of the sea crossing to Kalimdor and the hardships of building a new home on the Echo Isles. Most recently he has known the pain of seeing friends and family turn upon each other as Zalazane's voodoo spread through the tribe like a plague and watching in horror as it claimed his parents.

Family Background
Jarool was born into an unremarkable, low status family that filled an unglamourous but essential role within the tribe. His father, before succumbing to Zalazane's magic, was a fisherman from a family of fishermen and married a girl from another family of fishermen (as such Jarool is a reasonable fisherman himself!)

Personal Notes
Jarool has always been a loner, not that he dislikes people, he just feels a little awkward around them and is more comfortable interacting with nature and its birds and beasts. For as long as he can remember Jarool has felt this connection with his surroundings, even as a child he never once became lost or disorientated when exploring his new jungle island home on the Echo Isles.

It was on one such, "exsplarin'explodisian," that fate was to unite the twelve year old Jarool with his best friend and life long companion, Snappy. Jarool had been sent on an errand by his mother to gather firewood, but, as often happened, he had become distracted by the teaming variety of his surroundings and had wandered deeper into the jungle to explore. His steps lead him to a small clearing hwere he chanced upon a distressing scene; two raptor hatchlings barely broken from the shell were trapped in their nest, surrounded by a swarm of scorpids. Without thinking, the young troll launched himself forward and began to lash out at the vicious arachnids with his hatchet. He battled bravely but in vain, the hatchlings fell to the barbed tails and sharp claws and before long Jarool found himself the target of the swarm. Predictably he was overwhelmed and quickly succumbed to the scorpid's venom but as the poison coursed through his system and he slipped into unconsciousness the air was rent with a scream of grief and fury, the hatchlings' young mother had returned to the nest.

Jarool awoke in his hammock with his parents looking anxiously down at him. As he recovered over the following days the bizzare account of his return to the village was relayed back to him. Just as the shadows had begun to lenghthen and his mother had begun to worry, a cry went up from the sentry on duty at the gate, a lone raptor was approaching the village, a body hanging limply from its maw. Apparently the reptile had laid the body reverently on the earth in front of the gate and had then backed away, withdrawing to the edge of the jungle where it had settled down and waited, an expectant look on its scaly face. Jarool was carried quickly to the witch-doctor, an anti-venom was administered, his wounds were treated and the fever left to run its course. According to the gate guard, the raptor had not moved, not to eat or sleep, the whole time and was still squatting on its haunches at the jungle's edge.

Once the strength returned to his legs Jarool struggled up from his hammock and wobbled to the village gate. The young Raptor leapt to her feet, snapping her jaws in a clacking laugh and darted towards him, Jarool responded in kind and, deaf to the guards warnings, he threw his arms around the raptors neck and wept. From that day on, the two were inseperable; a bond had formed between them akin to that of a mother and child. It appeared that, in her grief, the young raptor mother had adopted the young troll who had so bravely and foolishly risked himself to save her first-borns.

Current Status
Jarool is now seventeen and has come of age as a troll, his love for nature and predeliction towards solitude have prompted him to choose the path of the wilderness stalker in the hope that one day his skills will reach a level that will allow him to return to the Echo Isles and free his parents. The madness of Zalazane has taught Jarool that all is not well in the wider world and in recognition of this he has pledged fealty to the mighty clan Earthfury and now stands proud among his clan brothers and sisters in service to the spirits and the defence of Kalimdor.