Name: Ros'fon, answered to Ros.
Race: Jungle Troll.
Class: Former shadow hunter.
age: 39.
Standing at 7"6', Ros is a fine physical specimen. Speanding years training in the ways of the Shadow hunter only to forsake his calling, he is brutally strong, fast and sharp. With heavy Scars all over his body, punishment for desertion of his tribe he has been stripped of all his possesions. This means he dresses as differently from his breatheren as he can, wearing well made leather armour and even custom made boots to fit his troll feet. He makes it a point to cater to his appearance, brushing and trimming his hair, growing it out to cover his tatooes and washing regulairly. He pourpously Tries to speak without his natural accent, but he slips up sometimes.
Ros was the son of Mig'jin Chieftan of the Shatterspear tribe. As the future leader of his people he was trained by his fathers inner circle of Witch-doctors, Warriors and Hexers in the way of the Shadow hunter. At the time the shatterspears were fanatics, commiting acts of comunal cannibalism, rape and murder in the name of their loa gods. Wishing to preserve the ways of their old empire after the passing of hakkar they secluded themselves, relying on inbreeding and dark voodoo to increase the longevity of the tribe. These monstrosities continued, away from the eyes of the rest of the world, for generations. It wasn't untill his mother, Haijamba, was caught commiting adultary with a high ranking witch-doctor, that Ros saw the lifestyle of his tribe for what it truley was.
Barbaric.
Hauled into the middle of the village she was hogtied and slung over a burning fire, while onlookers chanted, elders and family members of Mig'jin took it in turns to torture her, this went on for hours until the poor woman was all but dead. Then, the same witch-doctor she had been caught with, also beaten within an inch of his life, was forced to cut her down, and into the fire before jumping in himself. Long after the ceremony was over all Ros, now a young adult, could do was stand there, watching as the great fire consuming his mother died down. Ros was never told what his mother had done, His father had decreed that anyone who mentioned the indecent would be punished.
His father, wanting his heir to be devout to the gods, but a clear minded leader forced Ros to finish his training. He grew to resent his father, Knowing only that he killed his own wife, and later discovering that she was in fact his sister aswell.
Feeling disgusted with himself and his race, disconnected with the gods he had devoted his life to, and full of pure hate for his father, Ros had to change something. For weeks he plotted by himself, scoping out his fathers hut, when he would be alone, who was truly loyal to him, until at last he had a plan.
One night when both Ros and Mig came home from evening prayer, Ros slipped a light poison in his fathers tea before serving him. As the now elderly troll passed out from the toxin, his son approached, grasping his ceremonial axe. Just as Ros struck the killing blow, a senior witch-doctor walked in, asking for a final blessing.
Stunned by the scene before him: his chieftain dead, his own son clutching the weapon that had ended him. The troll stayed rooted to the ground, looking at Ros with pure shock.
Fearing he would be revealed Ros attacked the elder, His years of training paying off, summoning the power of his gods, the Voodoo master was no match for the new Chieftain of the Shatterspear.
((part two in a bit, my phone is almost out of power))