Tazzaklu

Statistics
Name: Tazzaklu

Race: Troll

Sex: Male

Age: 25

Class: Hunter

Current Home
The wilds of the barrens, as walls make him feel confined and uncomfortable. But the Outpost is as close to a walled “home” as he will ever have.

Description
Standing at 5’11, or 6’3 if stood fully erect, Tazz is quite tall. Constant travel and a Spartan diet has given him a lean, lanky look that belies his true strength. Pale green skin, the color of the warm sea, and a white Mohawk streaked with dirt and grime complete his rugged look.

Personality
Silent and pragmatic by nature, Tazz often shies from personal contact. Though he feels less kinship towards the intelligent races than the cunning beasts, his adversion stems more from avoiding the complicated life of city dwellers than personal hate. He enjoys the simplicity of nature, of predator and prey, survival or death, and relishes in the feel of the hunt. His love for machines is an ironic quirk in his personality, for nothing relaxes his mind better than inventing something by the campfire.

Goals and motivators
Ultimately he would love to know who burned his village and made him an outcast- thus satisfying his tribes’ vengeance. Yet he was so young, it is almost a wistful dream at this point. So he is content to travel the lands and learn the lessons of nature and better himself.

Tazz has no personal stake in the war. He sees it as a time to test his prowess, to match his wits against the best hunters- the Night Elves- and see if he could outwit them. But beyond that, it has no bearing in his life

A typical quote
He simply raises a questioning eyebrow>

History
Tazzaklu, meaning “Jungle Wraith” in his language, was born in a simple village near Durotar. His people were content in their own corner of the world. The war never bothered them, and in turn they never supplied aid to the Horde. His shamans believed this the best path to ensure their survival. Unfortunately, this did not last.

Tazz was barely able to walk when the fires came. His memory of the incident is abstract at best, but he remembers intense heat, being pushed around, bright lights everywhere and being utterly terrified. His next conscious memory is lying in the jungle, alone, covered in the soot and ashes of his former kinsmen.

But the Jungle didn’t abandon her kin. Tazz survived childhood because of the beasts and his own instinctual cunning. Guided by dreams at night, he learned to craft his first bow and quickly learned he was gifted in its use. And guided by the spirits of the jungle, he learned to be silent and become a hunter. Now, he has returned to the world that once tried to eradicate him. It is his chance to carve out his own place in history and ensure his tribe will never be forgotten.