Takran, the Fool

"Be not dead, wat can eternally lie, and wit' strange aeons, even da death, may die." — Takran, the Fool

Facial Features
The trolls' eyes were shining with sickly violet colour. His shrivelled, wrinkly face, covered in war-paint, with the same sickly shading provided to his hair, made Takran look menacingly disgusting and generally repellent to others. He had many old, rusted rings and other trinkets sewn into his mane and etched into his skin, symbolising his superstitiousness and faith.

Body Appearance
Takran's body was.. broken. He looked wrong in so many ways, it nearly even felt.. right. His torso was weary, skin hanging on his dusty chest, the ribs were clearly visible. His arms and hands were no better - his palms and skin were cut, burnt and bruised, surely during numerous fights as well as rituals. On his upper body, a only a dusty, rugged dark cloak was draped, to conceal his back. His legs were concealed in a kilt of sorts, made from thick leather, coloured with cheap dyes, to match his overall shading, and so others could only guesswhat state were those in.

The Early years
Takran, born to a mother alchemist and father hexxer, both talented in the fields of magic, the child lived a peaceful life within the walls of Zul'Gurub. While he inherited his parents' gift, Takran soon got the bitter taste of its dark side. Rejected by his peers, Takran used his never-ending solitude to become profficient in the arts of hexxing and witchery. He was no more than twelve years, when no one less than Jin'do, the Gurubashi Master Witch Doctor, took him into custody and unveiled to young troll the secrets of trollish magic.

The Encounter with the Soulflayer
Unfortunately for Takran, his mind was still in development, when the feared Blood God, Hakkar, rised and corrupted many of the Gurubashi witches to do his bidding. Takran blindly followed the vile whispers of Hakkar, which filled him with unending horrors, nightmares, and in the end, thirst for the world to end. Takran with his corrupted comrades attempted a defense of the Wild God, but there were defeated in the end, banishing the survivors from Zul'Gurub, resulting in Takran losing contact with both of his parents and close ones forever.

The Shrine of the Fallen God
Several years have passed since the horrible events of Zul'Gurub. Takran, with a dozen of Hakkar's closest worshippers, calling themselves Atal'ai, remained in the Sunken Temple of Atal'hakkar, where their leader and Takran's teacher, Jin'do, attempted to piece Hakkar together by sacrificing his high priests. Takran, realizing that Jin'do wants to abuse the defeated got to consume his power for his own use, abandoned the Atal'ai, fleeing into the marshes with no clear view of his future. Wandering the marshes for weeks, living off of dirty water and weird mushroooms, Hakkar's power over Takran finally faded, although Takran's mind was marked for good, leaving him with suicidal thoughts, and the urges to cause the end of all life on Azeroth. Takran tried to get rid of these urges, but to no avail.

The Journey to the Frozen Wastes
Meeting a strange masked traveller on his journey, Takran was eventually pointed towards Northrend, where he was promised a stone, which could relieve him of all the pain the young troll was struggling with. Instead, Takran was presented to Saronite. At that time, already imprisoned Old God Yogg-Saron, restricted to only communicating to his worshippers through this evil stone, and sensed a fragility in Takran's psyche. He invaded the mind, twisting it even further to his vile needs. He entrusted Takran of building yet another secret shrine and bringing a cult together, to worship and sacrifice to Yogg-Saron, to help him get rid of his chains and enslave the world, tossing it into eternal Chaos.

And Takran went. He spent years building a sanctum deep within an old mine, which turned out to provide Saronite veins to commune with his Master. He managed to bring a cult together, worshipping The Maw and sacrificing him rather often. Their activities were though so disturbing, a mob quickly raised and defeated this unholy pack, forcing them to flee the shrine and search for an outpost again. Many died on their journey, and Takran was alone yet once more.

The Ny'alotha, and a new Master
Not long ago, Takran was summoned by a new creature, which demanded his vile powers to aid its needs. Introduced to N'zoth, the last remaining Old God, Takran obediently accepted his demands and served as one of his cultists, spreading the evil in his name. Not long after, N'zoth, too, was defeated, sending Takran and other sworn worshippers to hiding.

But after all those years, Takran has like-minded fellows by his side, ready to take Azeroth by storm, and plant the seeds of Chaos for one last time.