Profile: Triturus

[Triturus]

“The black-skinned tauren stood silently among the withered trees clinging to the steep and barren hillside. Below him lay a valley covered in dust carried by the winds from the plains to the west. Once this had been his home. He could still remember horrid screams as the Galak flooded the valley, staining the dust with the blood of his brethren. Being too young to fight he was forced to follow his mother up into the mountains while the Braves covered their retreat. Triturus shook his head to fight the shame that still tormented him. Reaching out for the soothing embrace of the Earthmother he hoisted the maul over his shoulder and began the decent down the hillside. There would be no more flight, there would be no more shame.”

Name: Triturus

Gender: Male

Age: In his late twenties

Relatives: All deceased. His mentor Gart still lives in Camp Narache

Appearance: His pitch black skin is a reminder of his Shadowhoof heritage

Weapon of choice: Feline fangs and claws

Fighting style: Frenzied

Favourite food: Fish in all its diversity. Nothing beats lemon-roasted Redgill or Raw whitescale salmon (devoured in bear-form of course)

Occupation: Former fisherman

Likes: To prowl the highlands of Arathi during misty summer evenings, searching for prey

Positive Personality Traits: Devoted and loyal

Negative Personality Traits: Quick to anger