re: the headcanon thing, how about that drunk troll of yours that you posted about? what do they smell like when they're not boozing it up?
I'll just answer all of these for him, while I'm at it! The drunk character is Mhazra, my shaman.
What they smell like: ozone, alcohol, and leather
How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): Usually sprawled out in a drunken heap
What music they enjoy: There isn't much musical reference in the Warcraft universe, but if I were to transport him into the modern-verse, he'd probably go for folk and trance.
How much time they spend getting ready every morning: Little to none. He spends a few minutes putting his eyepatch on, twisting his dreads into some kind of manageable knot, and assuring that he didn't roll into anything odorous in the middle of the night. Otherwise, he's a big, musky, leering heap of gross mantroll.
Their favorite thing to collect: In-game, the raptor pets and mounts. I've got nnnnalmost all of them, including the retired ZG raptor, but not the newer one. Rage. ICly, bones and beads. He's fond of fashioning them into necklaces and trinkets, most of which he gives away. Left or right-handed: Right.
Religion (if any): Vodouist. In Warcraft-verse, he remains extremely faithful to his patron spirits, in spite of or perhaps because of the hardships in his life, even when he's begged for their mercy and been denied. He has veves on his body devoted to Ogoun and Lukou/Loco in particular, including offering up his left eye to the latter in a bargain for his wife's life.
Favorite sport: Something violent, probably. In modernverse, maybe soccer, although I've seen some troll-canons about adopting the Mesoamerican ballcourt game to Warcraft verse, and I'm sure he'd be a fan of/vigorous participant in that.
Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): Sampling the local food and beers.Favorite kind of weather: Summer rainstorms.
A weird/obscure fear they have: He's fairly superstitious, and can be talked into a certain measure of wariness about any subject. His only persistent fear is that his daughter will stop acknowledging him as a factor in her life at all.
The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: Any kind of guess your age/weight game. He has an uncanny knack for reading other people, even if he's a dick about actually interacting with them.