Jinra

==Physical Traits==
Jinra walks with a limp, using his staff to balance. This is to give the appearance of weakness to his foes. For even in Jin's old age he stays in shape, not the tallest or widest troll.
He stands approx 7,5 feet.
His face hands and torso bare many scars, the raised fleshy areas appear as if flesh has criss crossed and knitted itself back together.
His voice is very deep, animalistic and gruff, he has smoked for 45 years!!!
More often then not he is wearing an old family relic, his Voodoo mask passed down from his father, which in turn was passed down from his grandfather and so on.
==Race and Class==
Troll Pyromancer.
==History==
coming soon
==Occupation==
Currently Jinra has been taking a break from teaching young Darkspear in the art of Pyromancy, he has instead been leading a large cadre of Darkspear as their Captain, in the frozen wastes.
He resides as one of the elder Darkspear council, offering opinions and guidance.
==Family==
Jinra has never settled down, it is rumored he is the father of many Darkspear. One of his vices is young troll females, he is known for being a general pervert, but due to his fame and power many "sistahs" lie with him.
==Current Status==
With the end of the war, Jinra has been busy working with the Darkspear council and Vol'jin. Soon they plan to retake the echo isles, the preparations are massive so he has no time for anything else.
==Family Background==
Brief summary of family history.
==Criminal Record==
Include or omit acording to the case.
==Personal Notes==
(Still a work in progress)
I'll be updating and finishing this soon.
Jinra is based mostly on Jiraya- Sama from Naruto and King Willie from Predator 2. Like Jiraya he is an alcoholic pervert. Generally full of good humour and laughs, but extremely serious when need be.
==Scrawlinz==
The cold north winds carried the chanting, as Ojembe approached the tent it grew louder, a melodic hum. The sound of snow crunching under his feet was hardly noticeable.Strong smoke filled his nostrils, made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.He feared disturbing the elders ritual, feared interrupting the chorus of Zandali, now like a beating drum it boomed.
He almost felt himself slip into a dreaming haze, shaking his head he held the parchment firm.Wondering what message it may contain. At that moment silence fell, before he could speak a raspy voice from within the tent bellowed.
'Jah may enta'
Ojembe parted the tent entrance, smoke assaulted his eyes, burning they watered.He rubbed them, bowed and kneeled.
Before him Jinra sat on the ground legs crossed, his red crest of hair gleamed, piercing eyes like that of a crimson snake centered his battle scarred face.Ojembe focused on the mighty Pyromancer, holding the sealed parchment out as if offering up a sacrifice.
'Mastah Jinra o'Senjin it is wih great honah I deliver diz to joo' said Ojembe
Jinra's eyes darted left to right as he examined the parchment, nodding and rubbing his chin he looked up at Ojembe.
'Go now warriah, jah ave completed ya task.'
As the parchment caught fire in Jinra's hands, he closed his eyes and began to chant once again.
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The wound from the blood pact with Torakk of the Beastmaw, began to knit together, and heal before Jinra's eyes. The sooner he reported what had been discussed to Vol'jin, and the other elders the better. As much as he dislikes using arcane juju magiks to translocate, weeks of travel did not appeal to him.In that time the reinforcements could have already arrived at Angmar's Hammer, if his actions swift. Jinra chanted as he shaped the latent arcane energy around him, visualizing his destination.His body felt like it was being pulled apart by awesome forces, then as he opened his eyes it was over, almost as quickly as it began. Orgrimmars pyre fires burned bright, as Jinra set off for the throne room.
P.S thanks for sorting the image in the box Rich :)
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