Reka

Information

Player: ChampionMouse

Character Full Name: Reka Bladetongue

Character In-Game Name: Reka

Nickname(s): Kera Flourfist

Association(s): The Bladetongue Clan, The Laughing Skulls

Race: Orc

Class: Rogue

Skills and Abilities: Reka is particularly skilled at hiding, sneaking, and blending in with her surroundings. She will not often engage in a face to face fight, instead preferring to attack with the element of surprise on her side. Reka utilizes a wide variety of disguises, including the technique from Randok’s School of the Shrub. Since she is a combatant that likes to jump out and attack only once, Reka favors poisons, believing that they are incredibly useful in those instances in which you only need to land one shot on your opponent. If she misses, Reka will usually take off and try again later.

Age: 41

Sex: Female

Hair: Black, in a vertical row of short tufts. Orc Mohawk.

Eyes: Red

Weight: 268 lbs.

Height: 6'6"

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Reka wears dark leather armor, a pair of tall boots, and a tabard bearing the mark of her Father’s breakaway clan: Two snakes, intertwined, with their tongues stuck out in hissing glee. She almost always dons a red mask, though the Orc will change her appearance completely if absolute secrecy is called for. She frequently incorporates the use of a variety of disguises and uniforms.

Other: On her person is a walking armory of knives, blades, and syringes, the latter being full of powerful sedatives. Reka attempts to always hide these cruel implements from view, unless they are in use.

Personality

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Reka's personality shifts depending on what will most benefit her at any given time. When in danger, she can be sweet, innocent, and skittish. When in a position to gain from it, she can be a seductress, or a “warrior.” Reka is nothing if not a cunning and adaptable foe.

Perhaps the closest thing to an underlying personality that Reka has is the one she assumes around her father: She is filled with a quiet, bitter resentment, though she will only act in such a subservient manner to one who is indisputably stronger than her. As of yet, her father is the only one to hold that honor, at least in her mind. It is because of a desire to be stronger than all others of her blood that Reka is also a perfectionist at her core. She will often take extra time when completing mundane tasks such as making tea or writing something down. Every creation is considered a work of art and she can get lost in everyday tasks for hours this way.

History

Reka was born in Outland to a proud, warrior-father and crafty mother who left her with a veritable cesspool of siblings. Many of them may have been blood related, but many of them were not. It was the cruel practice of Reka’s father to take the newborns of slain enemies and raise them in the ways of the Laughing Skull. Reka’s mother died when she was young, so she grew up knowing little more than the constant, watchful eye of her lone parent. He cared nothing for sympathy or love, and so Reka and her siblings never saw any. His 'honored' children were trained to be warriors of the Laughing Skull from the beginning, one and all, and so the entire Orcish family was prepared to fight anyone or anything at the slightest insult.

Reka was quite adept in basic acrobatics as a young child. Her tumbling skills and agility were better than her larger and older brothers’. It was for this reason that her Father gave her a bit of special attention despite the fact that she was still considered a child. Oftentimes Reka would be the recipient of various hour-long lectures on survival and the Laughing Skull way of honor which was very different compared to the rest of the Clans around. She didn’t mind it so much, really. She liked the special attention, but at the same time she felt pressured to succeed and excel at everything. She needed to make herself stand out in her large family. She would often throw temper tantrums if she didn’t feel she was performing her best.

It was when Reka was about 12 years old that her father came to her with an important request. The Frostwolves were about to go through some portal to get away from trouble. Once on the other side, it would be incredibly difficult to obtain information about what was happening. Reka’s father had always taught her that knowledge was as valuable as life, and it was for this reason that he wanted to send her through amongst their ranks. No one would suspect a small 12 year old would be placed with such malicious intent. No one would be the wiser. Reka didn’t question her father’s order. She was to live amongst the Frostwolves, learning everything she could about their lifestyle and location until her father came to get her. This took quite a while. As expected, The Frostwolves didn’t really pay any mind to one young pup. As they were traveling all together, they moved as one mass. Reka was lonely for some time until an Orcish hunter decided to look after her in place of her real father. He was the one that helped Reka further develop her skill with ranged weapons such as throwing daggers, and eventually led her to discover her passion for wood carving as a hobby. Reka was quite taken with him. He was so much more easygoing than her own Father, and kind hearted, but he still expected excellence. As time went on, she became more accustomed to life with him and for the most part, forgot about the reason she had been sent with the Frostwolves in the first place.

When Thrall led the Frostwolves into battle to free their imprisoned kin from the internment camps, Reka wanted to join. Perhaps it was strange coincidence, but it was throughout these battles that she came face to face with her real father again. He was haggard looking, tired and aged from many years of harsh labor; but he had made it here all the same. Reka recognized him, but he didn’t know her. It was some time before they could discuss things alone together about what had transpired over the past few years. It was difficult for Reka to suddenly be shoved back under the scrutinizing gaze of her Father. She felt trapped and frustrated. The truth was, she just wanted to live her life in her own way. She didn’t like playing by all these stupid rules that he made up. With the Third War came more oppression. Reka was expected to blend in and fight by her Father’s side, essentially ditching her supportive Frostwolf “dad.” She would stop by to visit on occasion, but more and more her time was being eaten up by the surviving family that she knew. Working together with her Clan again, Reka began to recall all the deceptive skills she had learned as a child and began to excel even further in the “art of the shadows” as they say.

The end of the Third War came as a bit of a backlash. Reka found herself twitchy and bored, so her father put her in charge of helping to train some of her “siblings.” Oftentimes, Reka didn’t have the patience to teach them anything and instead set out to establish herself among the other Orcs. She lied, schemed, and manipulated her way into the hearts of male Orcs her age, pitting them against each other for her affections simply because she could. To the elder Orcs, she was a kind, helpful girl, and to other females her age, she played the games of passive-aggressive backstabbing like no one ever had. When her siblings failed at their training progression, Reka would turn the blame on their “lack of effort” and somehow this continuously seemed to work.

Reka and her wicked little family eventually settled down in Orgrimmar where they would open up a bakery as a front for their questionable operations. For the next few years, Reka would participate in whatever battles she could if only to get a breath of fresh air. Northrend intrigued her and she helped the Horde with their fight up that way when the time came to face the Lich King. To this day, Reka’s family carries on with their traditional practices in secret, while Reka herself keeps searching for what will make her feel whole and complete. Should she continue with the way of life her father desired for her? Should she look after her family? Or should she return to what the Frostwolves had taught her? Her future was shrouded in uncertainty.