Irokkemma is a quiet fellow, minds his own Business, unless his curiosity overwhelms him. You can say his inability to speak English contributes to his quiet nature, but he is silent around his own tribes people as well. Iroh, despite being banished, has a strong pride towards his tribe, bad mouthing it is the fastest way to make him mad. Iroh has a bad habit of staring. It can be rather jarring.

Irokkemma was born into a family of Blacksmiths in the Exu'Raa Tribe, a "hidden" tribe of Pyrokinetic dogs that live in the deep forest covered mountains. Iroh lived most of his life as an average Exu'Raain, training his pyrokinesis and blacksmithing skills for the day he would take over for his father. Although he secretly wished to join the great Exu'Raaian army. He left his dreams passed however, as he ran into a strange metal object one day as he explored outside walls one day. As he got close it seemed to move. It was a round egg shaped metal being that seemed to been cut open by some sort of impact. Electricity running through it's opened body. As he was about to touch the sparks, when a guardsman caught him. He was sentenced to trail as he had broken ,though a miss understanding, a ancient tribal rule. Electrical technology is strictly forbidden. Death is the usual sentence, but the king couldn't bring himself to kill such a young child. Iroh was banished instead, never to see his friends and family again. Left to die own his own will.

Iroh wears a brown skirt with red and orange flaps over it with triangle patterns, held together with a brown belt, hidden by the flap, and a silver buckle. As well as his orange flipflops. He usually has his hands wrapped up with bandage tape, covering up his scarred hands.