Jirah is an odd duckling among Elxin who took his power too far when joining triumphantly with his 'perfect' other half.
His blood lust grew to where it was not satiated even with destroying other Elxin worlds (planets that had already been razed and claimed as their species' own, though not truly being inhabited by Elxin). Elxin frown upon this useless pillaging and spent many millennia attempting to capture the united Jirahtl.

When finally cornered, even the Elxin council's power was not enough to separate the two halves back into their individual Elxin forms as is the common punishment.
There is a very strong piece of his sense of self gone that cannot be retrieved despite surviving the torture of this over-and-over again attempt at separation.

And though he considers himself an individual after reformation, the council decided to further rehabilitate him by trying to strand him on a luddite planet with no memory. Once again, this did not exactly work as intended...

On this planet, Jirah is considered a sage, and would almost be a hermit if he didn't find a way to make a living through selling goods.
Most of his routine is a complete mystery to those that see him daily, which adds to the air of mystique and unnerving strong presence that surrounds him. There is not a single soul that truly knows where this man came from, who he truly is, and what he has been through, and he prefers it to stay that way.

A strong sense of heartbreak and loss pervades his mind, and he still has a callous outlook on the life of others, unable to override his cruel nature. He does not have a content aura about him; usually very sharp and closed off to any advances.
He isn't one to share his powers, as not to let others know that he is still formidable, cautious of other dangerous species... Though the planet he is stranded on seems fairly dull, downright unimportant. Most days he spends quite aggravated, feeling trapped, as intended unfortunately. He isn't one to let things go easily, and even foolish humanoids can set him on edge for the rest of a planet-side day, even if they aren't trying.
If given the chance, he will prefer not to speak at all, instead grunting in a negative manner or simply glaring down those that ask dumb questions (every question addressed to him will be considered dumb, for the record).

For a pretty penny and a large session of pure humiliation, he will give advice to those who desire it most. But there are times where some just do not seem worthy causes whatsoever-- if one borne on this useless planet can be considered worthy at all, as he'd think.

• Traits: Legendary (homochromatic pupils)
• Though he does not have his arms anymore, he does not need them; he can utilize telepathic energy to lift items (or people) of any size or weight, and barring that, his tail is prehensile with great grip at any of its length.
• When completely lost to his anger, he often can 'summon' huge billowing wisps of flame that appear in place of where his arms once were, and are fully functional. The true temperature of them depends on who is feeling their touch. Usually the flames are not hot nor flammable
• The tip (and base) of his tail is indeed sharp to the touch, and if he is feeling irate he will use it as a weapon against anyone that is in his path
• His powers are a fraction of what they once were, but nobody- including himself- truly realizes this. He doesn't even know that he has a feral 'true' form, and cannot manipulate others minds