Name: Tai'jin of the Darkspear<br/><br/>Age: 23 Years Young<br/><br/>Gender: Female Troll<br/><br/>Class: Shaman<br/><br/><br/>Tai'jin groaned and rolled over, pulling a blanket over her head. The morning sun had filled the tent with it's soft glow and the troll would have none of it. Just five more minutes she told herself.. or maybe ten. As her mind wandered between the realm of sleep and the waking, she began to recount the events of the day prior. The elders had sent her to assist the Earthen Ring in Tirisfal. They had acted like it was a blessing. A blessing to work with the Forsaken, and then on top of that to be assigned an Alliance companion. "That's one blessing Tai'jin can do without!", she thought with a grin on her face. Tai'jin knew the elders just wanted her out of their hair. Her radical method of thought and outspoken beliefs had scared them, as the elders were content with the status quo and second citizen nature of the Trolls in Orgrimmar society since the arrival of the new Warchief. So they had sent Tai'jin here to Tirisfal, to deal with walking abominations against nature.<br/><br/>She then opened her eyes beneath the blanket, hearing stirring from within the tent. "That Alliance Shaman must be up!", she thought. Tai'jin closed her eyes again, now even less motivated to get up and start the day. Tai'jin had no love for the Alliance, much less the Draenei. Despite this, she could not have helped studying the sleeping creature when she had arrived the night prior. She was quite beautiful, with soft feminine features and a composed appearance even when sleeping. However, Tai'jin was not one to judge based on appearances, she had heard the brutish stories of the Draenei vindicators among others, and refused to get her hopes up on this one. No, this would be strictly business.<br/><br/>As the Draenei left for the second time and took her place outside, Tai'jin decided this would be as good a time as any to finally rise to face the day. She yawned and stretched, pushing the blanket to the end of bed. Her body was now entirely exposed to the morning air, it was cool and refreshing giving her goosebumps all over. Tai'jin was thin with a slight hint of tone from her wanderings around Azeroth, but she was no soldier and lacked the muscled frame that many trolls did carry. Her skin was a deep cerulean with small, groomed patches of red fur in the appropriate places. Her breasts were proportionate, small but not lacking in natural cleavage or perkiness.  A small red ruby laid suspended from her navel, cut into a hexagon like shape.<br/><br/>She got up from the bed and began to dress. In order to pack light, she avoided bringing armour and instead a series of masterfully crafted robes blue robes with black and grey accents throughout. They were custom crafted and flowed over and clung to her body in all the right places. As the final touch she pulled out a small container of grease which she used to push her hair up into a small red fauxhawk.With everything in order, she swung her traveling bag over her shoulder and took a breath to compose herself before heading out to meet the other Shaman.<br/><br/>"Ey' Der.", Tai'jin muttered as she walked over to Malanorea.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>