Kresna

Information

Player: Gwenadrael

Character Full Name: Kresna

Character In-Game Name: Kresna

Nickname(s): Runt

Association(s): Blackwolf Clan

Race: Orc

Class: Rogue

Age: 15

Sex: Female

Hair: Shaved head (her hair color is black, however, if it grows and on her eyebrows.)

Eyes: Clear blue

Weight: 160 lbs.

Height: 5'5

Other: Kresna was born a runt. She is smaller in stature than most orcs, slimmer and more petite, making her good for her chosen life of thievery, spying, and other such jobs. She distinctively uses daggers or shorter swords and fist weapons, usually one of each. She also rides a raptor. She was never given a last name, since she was disowned by her parents and left in any case.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Appearance

Flexible leather armor, generally darker in color. She also wears the tabard of the Blackwolf Clan

Personality

Kresna's mind is all about money. Money, staying alive, and having fun. Having been exiled from her family for her stature, realizing she was a runt, Kresna never felt much for the Orc honor, though she'd learned of it. She figured if she wasn't good enough for them, then their codes of honor weren't good enough for her. Well, unless they went in her favor. She has the usual orc prejudice against humans, but has little towards the other races, excepting elves of any sort. She considers elves to be sissies and tends to treat them as such. With her small stature, she tends to fall into funks where she wonders why she had to be born as a runt. Having it pointed out to her tends to make her angry, as does any other name-calling.

Generally not a combative person, Kresna tries to stay out of life-or-death fighting, preferring the safety of subtlety and stealth. She employs this alongside her passion for making gadgets and things that go BOOM!

History

Kresna was born a runt in an internment camp. She was born very small and barely survived. Her father claimed to have been born similarly, so they figured she would grow up to be big like him. So she was raised best they could teach her in the internment camp. As she grew older, her parents became concerned as she was not filling out quite like expected. It did not take them long to realize she was a runt, through and through, though they still held hope she'd shoot up before adulthood. She was raised like many orc children, a prisoner. She grew to hate humans just as much as anyone, and her hate for being held down, imprisoned, was just as bad. She learned from another orc of small stature. He was not as small as her or anything, but still smaller than average. He taught her ways to escape things, to use her smaller form in order to make up for a lesser amount of strength suffered by her petite body. Whenever they could manage to sneak some time alone and undisturbed, he taught her. Little bits at a time were all they could manage, and little practice was to be had, so she didn't learn quite so much. Her parents all but ignored her now, so her teacher was like her father, though he never once even told her his name. She simply called him Teacher.

The time came when Thrall freed them, and she was about eight at the time. Her parents totally forgot her, and only Teacher kept her from being left behind. He taught her more in depth on the trip to Kalimdor, and then more as they settled there. Her parents disowned her entirely once they reached the new land, and Teacher took her in. Still she never learned his name, nor did anyone else seem to, as they all called him Teacher. Maybe that was just his name? She never found out, and he died several years after when she was 14, leaving her to fend for herself. She cremated his body as he had wished, scattering his ashes to the winds. He'd taught her much and been more a father to her than any other. Of course, he taught her things that other orcs never would, and taught her totally against the code of Honor. If you need it, take it. If it's not yours, it could be. If you aren't seen, it never happened. Stealth and cunning over honor, speed and grace over brute force. Often ridiculed by other orcs anyway, she hardly cared about their customs and creeds. She used them merely to keep out of trouble, following her own instead.

She then set out on her own, thieving from those with more fortune than herself. She soon stumbled upon the base of the Blackwolf Clan, and was quickly accepted into their ranks, soon after forming a relationship with the Chieftain. She enjoyed the feeling of being accepted by her people, and has thus decided to remain loyal, rather than do as she intended, selling them out at the right point.