Roka

Information

Player: Psycho.

Character Full Name: Roka Drakerider.

Character In-Game Name: Roka.

Nickname(s): Whacky, Snowstorm, and Greenskin.

Association(s): The Horde, Argent Crusade.

Race: Orc.

Class: Hunter.

Age: 29.

Sex: Female.

Hair: Roka's hair is a dark red, reaching down to her back in a messy manner.

Eyes: Roka's eyes are a somewhat bright blue.

Weight: 310 lbs [140.9 kg].

Height: 5'5" [1.65m].

Appearance

Roka is always found in her leather armor, made from white yeti fur. At her face, she always wears a white mask over her mouth. At her back, there's usually a light brown cape. She has two axes strapped to her sides, and a rifle strapped at her back constantly.

Other: Roka's body bears various scars from mistakes she made.

Personality

Alignment: Roka is kind in heart, but also very unpredictable like the wild she adores. Chaotic good.

Roka can be described as many a things. Wild, reckless, fierce, and bestial in nature. But at that, she's also kind, and loving to most things living. Roka has an earnest respect to all nature, to both hunter and hunted, and she lives her life according to her set rules. Never hunt another hunter, and use every last bit of prey.

Roka, during her time in Northrend learned to respect members of nearly every faction with an appreciation for their traits. But one race she had grew rather fond of, beyond her own, were the stock Dwarfs. They were hardy, and strong. Excellent hunters. Roka adores the wilds and all they stand for, having a fierce respect for nature, and learning all she can from it, from her behavior, to her ideals.

History

Born two years before the first war, Roka was born at the beginning of a new moon, underneath the blazing sun of the plains of Nagrand. Her parents, both ruthless and wild warriors were cruel and restrictive people. Her father, blood-drunk and one of the chargers upon Shattarath, was a brutal unforgiving man. Her mother, a sadistic and hateful person was another warrior, blood drunk. They raised Roka harshly, teaching her to kill sentient beings from a young age, showing her no affection or love. But, as Roka reached the tender age of two years old, her parents quickly volunteered to take part of the assault upon this strange new world.

Recklessly, her parents took her to the new world to show her the true face of so called glorious battle. Leaving the young child in a war camp, they fought upon the soldiers of Stormwind, only to be slaughtered alongside other Orcs. They had greatly underestimated their foes, leaving Roka orphaned at a young age. During that time, Roka survived almost on her own from scraps she could find at the camp, learning to fend for her own, and growing up with no proper education, she couldn't speak but garbled sentences. Six years passed, as the war waged on, and her clan and herself traveled to the lands of Khaz Modan, to take control of Alliance mining operations. During a walk around the lands, Roka spotted something strange. She saw this strange creature, standing at all four, and eating another creature. And near the act of feeding, were other animals, staring almost... Calmly, to the occasion, allowing the hunter its kill.

Roka was fascinated in this act, and slowly she began spending more and more time outdoors, observing various animals from hiding. For a whole year, Roka's rage and confused anger were sated from observing the wild, and learning almost all she could from it. At nights, she would imitate the howling of wolves, just to feel close to them. But all of that change, as one day as she was observing a pack of horned stags, a loud bang was heard, quickly as a deer dropped dead. Roka wasn't familiar with technolegy at that time, and this act frightened and enraged her. Soon, from the bushes, emerged a short humanoid creature, with a stocky beard and wide shoulders, beginning to crudely skin the deer. This act enraged Roka only further, and in her blind rage she charged forward and in a struggle stole one of the rifles strapped to the Dwarf's back, shooting him afterwards in mistake. This was the first time she had shed Alliance blood in her life, and to her shame, it was euphoric. Soon after, other soldiers came and restrained the wild struggling Roka, who put up quite the fight for her age, knocking her out and carrying her away to one of the new interment camps.

And slowly, for eight long years, Roka spent her childhood in the interment camps. She was wild, uneducated, and barely able to talk to anyone. She was violent, and rash. Clashes with the guards were often, and always ended poorly for the Orc child. She longed for nothing more then simply return to the wilds, where she felt she belonged. And one days, at the age of sixteen, she had heard fierce cries of battle. Thrall and the new Horde has arrived, releasing her from her long captives but... Even her own race were strangers to her. A wolf rider spotted the frightened child huddled in a corner, coming to pick her up and take him with her. He spoke to her, but she couldn't understand a thing. She was taken to the camp, where everything was different... There was the smell of cooking, and the sound of cheers, rather then the brutal eager cries for battle. And at last, Roka was among her own people. Though she was far from aware to that.

For two years, Roka was granted the education she missed out, but large holes of information were still missing. Her speech was still poor, and barely understandable, and she grew into a brooding depression the longer she stayed away from the wilds. At the age of eighteen, the third war broke free, and all able Orcs were called to arms. Roka recruited, taking a position as a scout for the new Horde. Despite their standards, she couldn't bear to use a bow. She kept thinking of the strange device that the Dwarf used back at her childhood... Such power, in her hands. With her duty, Roka spent most of her times outdoor, and she was more then happy about it. And soon, at an ambush at a Dwarven scout, she got her desire. She found a simple flintlock rifle, and slowly began learning its usage, despite the disaproval of her fellow soldiers. And so, for the duration of the war, she served proudly, and happily.

Finally, the war ended in the battle of mount Hyjal, and Roka was free. Without waste, she ran to the wilds, to be among her true homes for the time being. Slowly, time passed, and Roka grew to be a mature woman, with a thrill for tracking. When one day, at the age of twenty eight, she had heard about the ongoing conflict in Northrend. Determined to serve once more, Roka recruited to the Argent Crusade, where she learned slowly of other races and their strange habits, and she'd made friends alongside rivals. In Northrend, her skills were put to best use, and she adored the challenge granted to her in the almost endless wastes.

Roka was home.

Roka currently resides in the wilds of Northrend, and occasionally in the Argent Tournament grounds.

Skills and Abilities

Roka is a skilled tracker, and survivalist. She's able to survive in very harsh environments, and she's generally quick on her feet. She's also good in camoflouging herself in her natural surroundings, and is pretty decent with a rifle.

Her time of service in Northrend has rendered her a bit more durable to the cold.