Born on the yellow sand, beneath the Paxahru. Child of an Exiled High Elf and Orc, but the latter being away at war cause turmoil within the village about what to do with his high elf mother. After the orcs decided to rid their village of the high elf he was forced to fight alongside the warriors of his village to survive. Having many run ins with bandits and others of those likes he became a warrior very full of himself at a young age. That all went down the drain one fateful day. A group of Ritualists raided his village and pillaged and murdered almost all but left a few children to tell the tales of their deeds. This sparked a vengeance in these children with a will and a reason in mind Zruul decided he would finish off the attackers that had decided to destroy his life that fateful day. But he’d never be the same. While on the outside he still bore his usual confidence in himself as highly as always in truth he felt a deep emptiness and resentment for himself. The thought process he had was that he could fill the void inside of himself with the downfall of those who wronged him. Always keeping a light air around him and never so humble as to admit defeat he treads onwards.
