Not a girl, sorry, but hope this is okay.
Appearence: Has the standard rippling muscles of the Orc race. His facial hair has two individual braids going along either side of his chin and resting by his chest. The actual hair is cropped back slightly, going back behind his head with a small ponytail fashioned in the center. He wears a wolfs-head leather piece, along with much fur to cover his entire body for now. The typical Shaman apparel
Weapon(s): Two One-handed Warhammers.
Companion/pet: His mount is an armored brown wolf by the name of Shadowfax.
Background/History: A former Kor'kron Elite Guard for Thrall himself, Draghal was stationed beside his Warchief at nearly all times to protect him from those foolish enough to challenge him in his own throne. At first Draghal was only curious at how a Shaman like Thrall became to be so powerful and wise, but that curiosity turned into admiration. Every choice, direction, all was wise in his eyes. While he was just a Warrior before, he dropped everything and announced his leave from the Kor'kron a year after being by Thralls side. He had headed back to the Valley of Trials to begin anew.
That was but a year ago, and now, Draghal the Cleaver was no more. As humble and strong as he had become with the elements and spirits guiding his every move, he still had a long way to go before he reached Thralls level. Glory to the Warchief.
Trivia on your character: As respectful as he is, he cannot help but sigh or roll his eyes behind his wolf-headed helm when seeing a sign of ignorance, stupidity, or just plain foolishness. He is humorous, but only when the situation is appropriate. He is a skilled skinner and leatherworker, having crafted his current winter apparel himself.