Zanich:
A blood elf that hails from the city of Farstrider Enclave on his home realm. He started out owning his own brewery along with a partner. They had some conflicts and split up. Zanich then decided become an apprentice of the arcane arts for a few years. Although, that never worked out. After numerous failures in that, he joined the only thing he had left- the military. With that, he became a Paladin. Although he still lacks a great fighting skill, he is persistant. He has no special talents, except for making beer. He is prone to failure and bad luck, and often times hurts himself and those around him because of it. Although, with his accidental arrival in Venomheart, he has learned to manipulate travel and phase-shifting(of course, not without his fair share of failures. *cough* Zanabelle *cough*). He's now a part of the Rebellion, lead by Dashade, though is not very active in it.
Krogstahd:
Once part of a lowly band of mercenaries, Krogstahd one day found himself in the world of Venomheart after accidentally falling off of a high cliff in the Storm Peaks into a large titan-made cavern(since those things are EVERYWHERE at that place). Since then, he too has joined the Rebellion. He's a master at phase-shifting and teleporting, and often times uses it to steal supplies and weapons and the like. This is how he was able to create his home underneath Ironforge City. He isn't very active either, preferring to sit sealed in his lair, studying phases and gizmos he may have stolen from museums, collectors, or other thieves. Though he once trained in the Holy Light, he has long since abandoned any form of righteous values. He is very docile and friendly, much more inclined to chuckle at the offer of a fight than swing his axe. His favorite weapon is the large, wooden club he carries on his person. It was given to him long ago by his uncle, and he has kept it ever since. Though he is a dwarf, he isn't very fond of ale or any sort of blacksmithing.
Gurm:
A forsaken who lives in the ruins next to Kharazan. He is unintelligent, possessing the IQ of a low class farmer. Wait, that's what he used to be anyways. Although still living amongst the ghoulish cratures that inhabit the area, he has not gone without losses. Most recently, his jaw. Other appendages that he's lost include: His right pinky, both his big toes, several ribs, his tongue, his dick, and his arm- but he got that one back. He often uses hammer, nails, and glue to "fix" whatever may have fallen off. It doesn't always work very well. His real name is Henry Allan Garley, but he can't remember that anymore, so he dubbed himself Gurm.
There. There's some big ass paragraphs for you. I'll keep this updated as I come up with more characters.