Makra

Information

Player Name: Dmitra

Character Name: Makra Axarms

Character Name In-Game: Makra

Nickname(s): Mak

Association(s): Horde, Stormshade Clan

Race: Orc

Class: Warrior

Skills and Abilities: She is a powerful warrior with skills that she picked up from surviving on her own. Her reflexes are very honed and quick, and her strength is very impressive. She is skilled mainly with an axe but can use swords although she doesn't like to. She switches her armor between mail and leather, liking the protection of mail and the flexibility of leather. She is trying to become to be proficient with a bow.

Age: 23

Sex: Female

Weight: 365 lbs

Height: 6 feet 1 inch

Eyes: Blue

Appearance

Makra is a warrior through and through. She shaves her head completely of hair so that in combat her opponent cannot grab it and use it to their advantage. She has a nice-looking face and her body is toned. Her body is riddled with scars and on her right thigh you will see a huge scar the length of her thigh and about as wide as a finger.

Usual Garments/Armor: She wears either leather or armor, whatever the situation calls for. She carries a bow, a quiver of arrows, and either a dual set of axes or a single two handed axe.

Other: She either has her hair either grown out and put into a ponytail, or shaved off completely.

Personality

Makra is respectful to all that earn it, but she will not be rude if at all possible. She is somewhat easy to anger, but she controls it well. She does not like in-fighting within clans or families, and will try to resolve any conflicts calmly and respectfully. If her or something she loves is threatened, she will fight vigorously to defend it. She is quick to smile and most of the time takes on a friendly and lively attitude. She is very uneducated, but learns quickly if taught. She picks up things from the people she hangs around, such as personality traits or snippets of language. She is brutally honest when asked a question, but does not try to make that person mad with her answer. She also takes orders very well and tries her hardest to make sure it is carried out properly.

History

Makra was born in an internment camp in Hillsbrad, where her parents were suffering from withdrawals. They sat around eating and sleeping, not doing anything; they knew only the basics of common language, if they talked at all. When she was about 12 years old, Thrall came and rescued everyone in the camps, making them free. They wondered around for some time, no knowing where to go. They eventually ended up in a small village in the Barrens, near the Ashenvale border.

They stayed there for some time happy, raising Makra and getting by on their own. Soon after, Night Elves came and raided the village, having found a break in the Orc lines. They raided the village, killed about half of the people including her parents, and burned most of the houses. With the Night elves attacking her parents she found a carving hatchet and tried to kill one. As a result she was stabbed in her right thigh and as she moved away, the blade dug its way through her leg and left a very nasty gash. She also left little nicks and cuts all over Makra's upper body. The Night elves were pushed back by the Orc soldiers that noticed the smoke, and the villagers were told to leave and find new homes.

As her little village moved on, she went with them, but once they reached the next village a couple of people had died because of wounds or disease. She had inherited an infection in her leg, and was limping badly. After following the roads, they came upon the Crossroads, where they found directions to different villages and such. They had visited the healer there, and not being very experienced yet, had healed the wound and infection but not enough to make the scar go away too. He healed the other people accordingly and sent them on their way.

Having no family and no friends, she stayed in the Crossroads working for food and housing. After a while a warrior from the war had come through and she was very interested in him. His armor was bashed in, his ax bloodstained, his eyes distant. One day he was getting his armor re-done by the blacksmith and she ventured to look at his ax. He had cleaned and sharpened it, leaving it gleaming in the sun next to his riding wolf. It was a large ax, double edged and heavy. She picked it up with a little bit of trouble, then set it down neatly.

As she was setting it down the Orc came out of the workshop looking tired. He stopped and looked at looked at her with a severe expression. Makra did not know what to make of it, so she apologized and apologized until he finally walked over and put a hand on her shoulder. “It is ok, don't be afraid.” She relaxed a bit, then asked if he would be taking an assistant. He smiled at her and said no, but he would be willing to teach her if she would just be sure to do everything he asked. “Uh-huh!” She said while nodding her head vigorously and smiling at him. “Now, come with me and bring my ax.” He told her. She realized this would be her first order in a line of many.

So she hefted the ax over her shoulder and walked with him to the inn. After that she took his orders, did her chores spot-on, and never complained. Soon enough she could wield the ax he had given her with amazing speed and power, though she was hardly good enough to go to war. Soon enough after learning to do everything with a properly weighted ax, he gave her his. She took this gift with great thanks and admiration from him, and went out looking for her own adventures.