Umbawanga

Information

Player: Waffenbaum

Character Full Name: Umbawanga

Character In-Game Name: Umbawanga

Nickname(s): Slowtusk, Umbaba (childhood name)

Association(s): Horde, Darkspear Trolls

Race: Darkspear Troll

Class: Rogue

Age: 23

Sex: Male

Hair: Red and unkempt

Eyes: Dark yellow

Weight: 261lbs

Height: 7'1" (Standing upright)

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Usually a tattered pair of pants and a dirty leather vest which smells suspiciously like fish. He gladly wears anything he manages to find or scavenge.

Other: Has one long tusk, one slightly smaller which appears bent and grown out of shape. (Something which might be considered pitiful or humorous by less considerate trolls)

Personality

Alignment: Neutral

Umbawanga is best described as a laid-back, unworried or even downright lazy troll. A natural coward, he is likely the first to flee and the last to fight in nearly any dangerous situation. He will appear carefree, slow to react and perhaps somewhat dim (especially by troll standards).

History

Umbawanga was born on a warm summer day in Darkspear Village, to the sound of the blue waves washing over the golden shores, and the soft swaying of the palm leafs in the wind. Many years later, the young troll felt the same warm waves rush over his bare feet as he stood on the shores of his homeland, looking out over the vast ocean. “Dis be a gud day for fishin” he had mumbled to himself, catching a glimpse of the Echo Isles in the distance of the shimmering azure sea. Then everything had gone dark.

After weeks at sea, throwing up and soiling himself as often as his stomach allowed, the pirates who had captured Umbawanga (likely in hopes of selling him back to his tribe) decided that he just wasn't worth the trouble (or smell), and decided to toss him overboard. Much to the initial relief to the troll, who had sadly never learned to swim.

Washing ashore far from his lands, Umbawanga took his entire ordeal in high spirits. Deciding that this had been as good as any a way to start the journey he had so often longed to take.

Armed with a pouch of the first smokable herbs he came across, a few sea shells stuck in his hair and no sense of direction whatsoever, he started walking.