Tzekel

Information

Player: Hawk

Character Full Name: Tzekel

Character In-Game Name: Tzekel

Nickname(s): Just about every name regarding to someone's size. And probably ugliness too.

Association(s): The Horde, The Darkspear Tribe... and whoever's cooking dinner.

Race: Dire troll

Class: Warrior

Age: 28

Sex: Male

Hair: None!

Eyes: A milky white, strangely with no pupil or iris.

Weight: 1524lbs

Height: 14'2 feet when hunched. Which... is basically all the time.

Appearance

This hulking monster drags himself around with massive paws. His ankles and wrists are contained in damaged, but loosened, wristcuffs that are absent of chains that used to bind him. Scars from whips and red hot pokers adorn his body, as well as tribal tattoos that are inked into his shoulders. The iconic symbol of Sen'jin, the same one commonly seen on flags, is also inked on his back. His tusk has a fraying necklace tied around his left tusk.

Other: The Troll has an apetite of numerous people combined. It takes a lot of food to satisfy his hunger, but creatures such as gazelle and zhevra are out of the question, their speed infinitely superior to his. His prey tends to be giant and slow beasts similar to himself such as kodos.

Personality

Despite early life treating him no different than any other Troll, he has major doubts about seeing himself as "equal" or "normal". He receives alienation in most places he goes to, and in large gatherings, he may attempt to hide his face with his hands or cower behind trees. Of course, more often than not this fails due to the fact he often hides behind a tree that isn't even wide enough to keep him out of sight, but even when he's approached by the one he's hiding from he'll remain convinced he can't be seen. Though a hard being to even get eye contact from, once he's starts to get used to familiar faces and places, he to becomes more lighthearted and much less shy. He's extremely wary of new people and places, sometimes outright refusing to come into contact with strangers. Even the tiniest Gnome would give him a scare if he hadn't seen them enough times. A quick way into his heart is food, though. Nothing makes him happier than to find something new to munch on, and would rather lie around and eat until his stomach is about to burst than going around beating people unrecognisable piles of mush.

But even the cuddliest animal around can be sent wild if threatened. Tzekel will react violently to anyone trying to order him around too much, unless they're someone he's friends with. If he's repeatedly bossed around or he's simply being forced to do something that makes him uncomfortable, he'll fall into a panic induced frenzy and wreak havoc on people or buildings nearby. Having once been enslaved and subject to awful conditions, if he even thinks he's about to be enslaved, he can lose control of himself. Seeing a friend being threatened can sometimes achieve the same result. He's ferociously loyal to people he's befriended. Within merely a few seconds of earning his trust, you could have someone who would take a bullet for you unquestioningly or do whatever asked of him, even if he doesn't understand it.

Race doesn't really make much of a difference to him. He's scared of everyone he meets, whether they're Troll or Human. He's rather carefree, but very dependant on friends. Sure, he could survive without, but he wouldn't know what to do with himself. The loneliness would probably get to him as well.

Skills and Abilities

Well...

TZEKEL SMASH

TZEKEL DESTROY

TZEKEL KILL

... you get the idea. He uses his sheer size to beat things to a pulp, all the while being about as subtle as a monster truck.

History

Born to a Shaman and a huntress in love, they were very surprised that, when their baby came into the world... it was a hell of a lot larger, and was much stronger than an average child. The mother almost died. Soon they realised that they had given birth to a Dire Troll, and the baby they named "Tzekel" was certainly not the first. It wasn't unheard of within the Darkspear Tribe that on rare occasion they were born dire. Of course, "Dire Troll" was a name only given to them by outside races years later, and he was fortunate that the Troll tribes showed no prejudice towards these "mutants". For being an extraordinary being, he wasn't treated any differently. Most of the time.

Naturally being so big he excelled in physical tasks, but intelligence was entirely different. They weren't quite able to suss out what had dimmed the light in his brain, but it wasn't really a major concern at the time. The lumbering oaf was happy at least. If he was full. He got a little grumpy when he was forced to skip a meal. But there was a particular person in his life that he could never let go of. A young female Troll was someone who visited him almost everyday, and they bonded. Tzekel wasn't quite sure if it was love, but there was an attachment there to say the least. It was the greatest time of his life. Living so carefree with his best friend and being able to eat all day. What more could he ask for?

Unfortunately, as the years went by, Tzekel would lose her. Her father traded her to a different family as a mate for their son, and there was nothing that could be done about it despite all the efforts combined. At first, though, it wasn't too bad. Tzekel was still able to see her, even if it wasn't as frequent as he would've liked. But eventually, her mate grew tired of his visits. He was told to leave her alone or else suffer the consequences, which rather effectively stopped all contact. She begged her mate to reconsider, but he would have none of it. The dire Troll was devastated. He glumly left behind his greatest friend and for months he sulked and felt the loneliness eat away at him. He had no one else to talk to, after all.

One day, though, as he was sulking by the beach... he felt something poking at his side. He turned around and found it was a murloc poking him with a spear. He frowned as he went to pick up the creature, which was flailing around wildly and spewing streams of senseless gibberish at this point. He was pondering whether or not it was an evil creature, but he got his answer in the form of the murloc promptly stabbing his nose and drawing blood. Tzekel yelped and slammed the thing into the sand, squishing it. Just as he thought he just got rid of a pest... more of them came! He was incredibly confused, but they looked none too friendly as they came shambling towards him with spears waving in the air. As he got the annoying critters off him, he decided to head back home to avoid anymore encounters. His eyes beheld a sight he would never forget. His village was in ruins. What few amount of Trolls there were left were just corpses.

He had to find someone. Someone who after years, he still hadn't forgotten. His first love. He rushed over, still remembering the way. Amidst a burning hut, he spotted a female figure lying on the floor. He went to inspect them, giving them a nudge. The body rolled over to reveal the face of the one he longed to see, with a dagger in her back. Upon the sight he bellowed in anguish, his sorrow and despair sending him into a frightening rampage no one else had ever seen. It seemed quick, but it had lasted for almost an hour and everything that could've been destroyed was in pieces. Trees had been knocked over by the end of it. But he could've split the entire island in two and it wouldn't have made a difference. He collected a necklace from her person as a token to remember her by and moved on to another village, and the first group of Trolls he encountered was a hunting party. He joined without question.

The Orcs eventually came, only recently rescued from liberation. Though it was a struggle, they put Tzekel on the largest ship they had in the fleet and sailed for Kalimdor. He was always shy, and it was rather difficult to sail amongst the new Orcs and mostly kept his distance, but he got along with a couple. Throughout the trip he held the necklace close to him, tying it around his tusk. It was never enough, though.

Eventually, his travels took him to The Barrens, where he roamed the dry hills and the hunted all the animals he pleased. He encroached a bit too close to Ratchet, and little did he know he was spotted, tracked, and followed. Goblin slave traders saw an opportunity they couldn't miss. He was lured into a trap which Tzekel pretty much danced right into. Why wouldn't he trust a Goblin? The last group of green people he encountered had saved him. He was taken down and shipped off to the Gurubashi Arena. At first he was refusing to fight. They didn't expect a massive monster such as he would be so cowardly and docile. So, with torture and bad conditions (such as being locked in a small cage in the dark for a day), they eventually got their way.

After the months of fighting, he was soon becoming way too hard for them to contain. And expensive, for that matter. He was freed and let loose into Stranglethorn Vale, here he had located a nice cave to take shelter in and live out his life. A wandering Troll Monk with a missing eye and blue dreadlocks had happened to come across him, and though it took a lot of effort on his part, befriended him and helped him get back to Kalimdor.