San'dil

Appearance
The troll before you was clearly no Darkspear, or Amani or what have you. No, this troll was a member of the forefathers of trollkind. Zandalari. Though San'dil was a..strange specimen of them.

Average height as eight feet tall, the troll stood as straight as he could, covered in lean muscle indicating the troll gets out rather often, and remains active. He wasn't as muscular as most, however.

His skin was an ashen gray, with a tiny bit of coal-colored stonelike plates on his shoulders, ankles, eyebrows, and wrists. The largest contrast to the ashen colors were lines of gold inked into his chest, back, and arms. The styles of the lines were very much curved into one another, though the tattoos weren't -quite- as made well as others'. One might have to guess by how on the arms there are inconsistent lines, that some were self-made.

Getting onto the troll's face, he was rather youthful looking, clearly only recently what one would consider an adult, usually with a dopey smile on his face, and from his mouth came two tusks which jutted out and curved upwards--though, the right one had a gold filling, indicating it was previously broken off. Bright, baby-blue eyes stared out from the youthful face. His long, wide ears had a couple piercings; both lobes were stretched with a gauge, and the right ear had a golden ring. His hair was a similarly bright blue, teased up into a mohawk, while below his ears were some scruffy sideburns.

History
Born in the bowels of Dazar’Alor in Zuldazar, San has had an..interesting life, to say the absolute least. His family was part of the lower classes of society, the man found a strange interest in Jani, the Loa of Garbage. That interest further peaked when a pair of sandals and a surfboard washed up upon the shore of his family's squat, and he decided he'd learn to use the surfboard. The sandals, well..he'd find a use.

Soon enough, he figured out he could ride the waves on the surfboard, eventually becoming a legendary surfer in his own mind - though most other Zandalari considered him relatively lazy for not doing his part. Even though nobody else had a damn clue why this troll wasted his time swimming and surfing when there was labor to be done.

Time passed, and passed some more, until he found the most legendary wave ever with the Cataclysm. He was sent surfing all the way to the Thousand Needles, surviving on eating the sandals. As the months passed, he got sick of the Thousand Needles and wandered all the way north, to Ratchet, where he squatted for another good while, recreating the sandals he'd eaten, plus the surfboards he'd try to sell. No such luck, but he's come to the Horde as of 37 L.C. in full in hopes he'll finally make a sale. Or find some buddies to surf with.