Zekhan is a young Darkspear Troll Shaman, He is a member of the Darkspear tribe, known for their distinctive tusks, tribal markings, shoulder plates and loin cloth as well as drapes that rolled around his foots and arms, and connection to shamanistic magic, he oftenly used a wooden mask that only let his tusk be visible due to the size and his red mane hair that protruded above.

The young troll rubbed his three fingered figured fingered gloved hands together, he was excited that he was going on an mission with his hero, the legendary Saurfang, he had grown to admire the old orc, even now as the battle against Sylvanas raged on, he felt like a youngling, he wanted to learn all he could from the old orc and , dear say, be a greater warrior for the horde.

Zekhan's excitement was so great to that as he had inadvertently created to much friction in his hands a spark of lightning escaped him, hitting a member of the horde, he winced and closed his eyes behind his mask, he slowly turned sheepishly, staring at the fellow rebel horde ally.

"S-sorry man, didn't..I ah..hehe.." He saw the little fume string that left the shocked ally with a fluff hair, Zekhan went to help the fellow ally. "So-sorry, please, I swear it was an accident man."