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<div class="SpoilerTarget bbCodeSpoilerText">My character: Ti'Sin<br/>
Race:Stranglethorn Troll, previous Bloodscalp<br/>
Age: Adult, he doesn't keep check.<br/>
Occupation: Wandering man with clear goal before him.<br/>
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Description:<br/>
The troll stood Nearly at twelve feet of height  when standing straight. But with a slight bend on his knees he got more power to hold his weight up but also easier to move in case something unexpected happen, for example ambush. <br/>
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Without his armour he would be described as Athletic, nearly bordering built. His form was strong, agile and most of all masculine. Upon his left upper arm a slight tattoo had been done. Inked in black and it was several triangles pointing up and down with small dots and lines to follow the triangles direction. Giving the pattern more than just a triangle shape. Below and over the triangles a fine line of Zandalari was written. A language that only trolls knew which would say,<br/>
" Those who have mastered the ways of a berserker. "<br/>
" Those who respect the ways of headhunting ". <br/>
Which would indicate that the troll in question was a berserker since it stood higher up on his arm while still knowing good bit about headhunting, hunting primarily. At the end of the Zandali text a line would wrap like a ring around his arm to touch the beginning of the Zandali sentence.  Creating an interesting piece of Tattoo. <br/>
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Besides that the troll had few battle wounds that suggested he had not lived carefree in his life. A scar along his right side throat that would be a small yet a cut wound. But the most deadly one that would amaze people that he survived from would be the large scar from a sword cut along his left side of rib cage and perhaps the ribs are the reason he survived the deal but the cut reaches almost from his armpit and goes down to the starting of the abdomen.  <br/>
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Would you look at his hand you would notice they are large but along the wrists was something interesting. You could see clear marks and scars from rope that had not healed properly and the scars could not be mistaken for being a cut or something else. It was definitely rope damage. <br/>
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His body had a firm six pack with a larger hint of the eight with dark blue nipples with the left nipple pierced with a bone. Its shape was quite the interesting thing but the more interesting part was that it was pierced. Flat breast muscles that meant he was not all too well trained like some forest troll berserkers whom had the more... Natural bulky forms.  The jungle trolls was after all more notorious for their agile nature. <br/>
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The facial features one would notice Upon his left tusk one could see a slight... damage. It looked almost like the tusk in question had parried a sword or spear tip and a slight ditch from the shape of the weapon was made instead of breaking it off.  The face carried no facial painting that would hide his full face but instead he had two small lines along his chin. The only facial painting he wore but under rituals he would wear more to honour the Loa. <br/>
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</div><br/>The troll would stretch his arms toward the sky as he looked toward the marshes. Smiling as he had reached his goal after the long travel from Ratchet. He had met a few orcish bands but thankfully they had not spoke to him and simply mistaken him for a Darkspear which would grant him the possibility to slink past without any suspicion. The troll did not speak orcish. He only spoke Broken common, Zandali and brief Makrura.<br/><br/>He looked toward the Shady rest sign while the right hand felt around in his satchel, finding a few pouches of coin that could easily pay a night if needed but most of all... Drinks! He formed a grin behind his Rush'Kah mask(Looks like battleworn tuskguard) as he walked down the road.Opening the door and slips into the bar atmosphere of friendly measures. His eyes scanning the people present within the establishment, giving a slight nod toward anyone who acknowledged his presence while the Two handed axe was undone from his back to be placed upon a table with only four chairs and a tabletop cloth that would hang down along the sides. Easily to hide anyone that might be below it. Perhaps that was the purpose of the tablecloth.<br/><br/>The troll would look around for anything that looked like a barmaid or bartender before he undid the plate shoulderpads that weighted his shoulders and placed them upon the table with his axe. Right hand once more diving into his satchel to fetch up a coin pouch as he approached the bar counter and ordered a pair of drinks. He asked oddly enough for Dwarvish ale first instead of the famous shadyrest ale. But luckily enough they had a bit of the dwarvish ale. Ti'Sin still wearing his Rush'Kah, hiding his face from everyone. A mail harness covering his chest and mail gloves with fingerless tips and mail pants with ankle guards to accompany.  He took a seat upon a chair with two mugs of dwarvish ale while his eyes gazed upon the human priestess and Elf that seemingly shared... Passionate looks toward one another.<br/><br/>The troll would sit there in silence while the left hand pulled the Rush'Kah off to place it by his other items. The troll would be quite handsome for being a troll.Yet he showed signs that he could be as grim as any other troll. With the drink resting against his lips. His eyes simply scanned the room. Avoiding looking on any elves. Not super fond of them or their existence. (( More character preference than OOC preference mind you people. ))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>