Yazzloch

Yazzloch's fur is brown with the occasional black spot across his body, most notable being the one on top of his head. He stands at about 5 feet 1 inch. His cloth consists of either a thin shirt or none at all and a pair of shorts. His armour is a worn set of Studded Leather with several markings engraved into it.

Yazzloch was born into a small tribe in the southern grasslands of Narol, Known as the Fastfoot. He was the runt of the litter, and was typically picked on for his small stature, however he was known for his clan's namesake. He was extremely quick and nimble, and often got into trouble for stealing and even scavenging off other tribe members. At the age of 13, he met a strong, hefty man, by the named of Dwayne Keetch. He was a marketeer on the docks of a nearby port town, and had a lot of trinkets to sell. Yazzloch was fascinated with this man, he had asked for stories of the high seas and other tales. Dwayne had often just made up some slog about ghost ships half the time, but did occasionally tell stories that other sailors had told, such as pirate raids and whatnot.   Eventaully, Yazzloch had become interested in sailing the seas himself. Leaving behind his tribe for clear waters. At the age of 16, he travelled to this port town to find Dwayne. Instead, coming across a Tough, perhaps not sober, woman. She was sort of in a bad mood, grumbling something alongs the lines that her old crew had a falling out with her. Yazzloch had become gleeful, and had quickly asked this woman if she was looking for crewmates. The woman was sort of dumbfounded. She was aware that gnolls were around these parts, but she never expected to be talking to one. She had asked Yazzloch if he knew anything about the sailing business. He responded with several stories that Dwayne had told him over the years. She responded with a laugh about how "That old man? I doubt he sailed once in his life. Known him since about your age and told me the same stories." Yazzloch became sort of put down, but then she said "Sure, I'll let ye join, be nice to ave a runner on the ol' beaut."   Yazzloch and the woman had quickly turned to pirating after several bad wipes including crew members being thrown over. They had much better luck at treasure when boarding other ships for bounty. They had quickly become a force to be reckoned with around the West Coast of Jorra. Yazzloch had been apart of the ship for about 3 years before it eventually sank, leaving about 4 crew members alive. He remembered the woman saying "I'll never go back for it. Pack up, mates, we ain't sailin' another day no longer." However, Yazzloche still had a lust for the seas.   Yazzloch had hoped from ship to ship, crew to crew. He gained a name for himself for his vicious attacks on his foes. He had also gained several rivals among the pirate circles. Some were friendly competition, others are dedicated to either killing or capsizing one another. However the biggest rival Yazzloch had was a Captain by the Name of Gerrit. The Captain had a unrelenting rage towards Yazzloch after he had found out that Yazzloch had been sleeping with his daughter. The Captain eventually put a bounty on his head of several thousand gold, forcing Yazzloch to stay on land until the Captain either died or the bounty goes away.   He eventually receieved a letter from his old ship captain, reqesting him to meet her in Redrille in the Guild of the Northern Lights, as she would look after him until the bounty was blown under.

Likes: Fights, Gold, The Ocean.   Dislikes: Traitors, The Law, Tundras.

Improviser, Determined, Reliable.

Violent, Spiteful, Unlawful.