Izraid

If some fanciful naaru once decided to create a hybrid of a draenei and a bear, it might look something like Izraid. Average in height for his people, barrel-chested, thick at the middle, and more than a little furry from neck to hocks, he’s built like someone who wrestles Tauren and Vrykul for fun. To listen to him tell stories, he may well have. His short black hair looks like it’s been combed by nothing fancier than his thick fingers, and his mustache and beard are more likely neglect than fashion. Multiple nicks and dents mar his thick horned crest.

Seeming to realize how much brawn he is, Izraid is relatively soft-spoken and gentle around almost everyone. He carries a simple staff and his neck tendril and tail rings are simply decorated and well-kept.

If ever spotted shirtless, he does have a tattoo on his back: a horizontal line across his shoulders with descending vertical script of what appears to be prayers in his native tongue above an intricate runic or arcane starburst.

Pronunciation: "Iz-rah-eed"
Nicknames: Izra, Bear
Piercings: One silver hoop in each lobe.
Tattoos: A horizontal line of descending vertical script across the top of his shoulders, above a starburst.
Scars: A long slice low on his abdomen.
Affiliations: Auchenai, Argent Crusade
Languages: Draenei, Common, some Darnassian

At a Glance:
Brawny! This fellow is of average height for his race, but he's got a barrel chest and muscular arms - he's big.
Cheery! Ebullient. Exuberant. Sprightly. Animated. Happy. Gay, even. He's clearly in high spirits.

Other Auchenai are likely to clearly recognize him as a trained monk of their order. Before the fall of Auchindoun, he had a reputation as a bit of a prankster who liked fisticuffs and regularly sported a variety of fresh bruises.

Those with ties to the Argent Dawn just before the Scourge invasions which heralded renewed attention to Northrend may know him as one of the draenei who joined up after the Exodar crashed. He was often spotted with another large bear of an exile, but when his friend died he joined the efforts in Northrend with a vengeance. Once the Lich King had fallen, he seemed to lose the will to continue with the Argent Crusade and retired to somewhere on Kalimdor.

Healers who teach may have encountered him at some point in the last year or two, asking to learn various healing skills.