Wandering into the tub is a young male troll, evident by his tall, lanky stature and above all, the huge tusks protruding from his face.
If you honestly dont know what a troll is, then look here:
http://www.blizzard.com/wow/townhall/trolls.shtml
Zak is a pretty happy-go-lucky guy. Strong enough to fit in with the rest of his brethren, not a weakling by half, but the skill for magic and communing with nature was noticed by the elders, and he was to become a shaman rather than a warrior. This kinda sucked for Zak, since all his other friends went off to become warriors and hunters, and the other shamans he had to take his lessons with were a bit weedy. Regardless, he is still in training, despite having all of his totems.
A brief physical description would show him as having thick, green-blue skin, with crazy flame-red hair that sticks out all over the place. Calm, soft eyes stare out from a relatively unimposing face, blinking above a large, slightly crooked nose (growing up amongst other male trolls doesnt come without the occasional injury!) and a pair of huge tusks. He used to be the centre of female attention, and if you asked him why, he wouldnt know! Might be down to a small trollish tradition that the size of a males tusks denoted the size of something else! He does walk with the slight stoop that comes with being a troll, limbs seeming to be too long and gangly, with the usual two thick fingers on each hand, and large, two-toed feet. Due to an unfortunate backfire of magic, he also sports a pair of spiny murloc fins, which run in a moheican style either side of his head, behind his ears.
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In terms of personality, he is extravagant and flamboyant, energetic and enthusiastic. He's the kind of person who makes friends easily, on the basis of being charismatic and approachable, despite the face-apparatus! Dressed in a simple leather waistcoat and baggy pants, he enjoys music, dancing, good friends, dwarven firewhisky, and the love of a beautiful partner. He does speak in the usual Trollish accent, but if you still cant understand, I'm sure he'll repeat again, trying to make it a little more understandable. He likes to think that he can speak Murloc, when in fact he is rather useless, only having a very basic knowledge.
Being a high enough ranked shaman, although still in training, he is granted his own small wagon, drawn by a rather small and useless young raptor mount. Its name is Tiny, and it is bright green with orange stripes. It enjoys the meat of small creatures, reggae music, long walks on the beach, and scritches, even if sometimes he does scritch back. The wagon is big enough on the inside to house a single bed, a small stove, and assorted boxes, bags and packs of shamanistic equipment and supplies. Various trinkets, bones and shinies hang from the celing. Zak enjoys shinies, he thinks they bring good ju-ju.
Using an old and mystical stone he stole from a blood elf, he has the ability, when using it, to change from a male to a female form. The female, named Zakiya, is shorter, more delicate, but still well-built and strong. Her tusks shorten, and her hair grows in a thick, red moheican, with thick cornrow-style braids running either side of her head, behind her ears, around the still-present murloc fins.