Vrok Drek
Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2024 6:42 am
VROK
Full name: Vrok Drek
Age: 27 years
Race: Half-Orc
Sex: Female
Date of birth: 10th Eleint, 1333 DR
Place of birth: Undetermined Orc Tribe, Western Heartlands
Alignment: Neutral Good
Patron deity: Tempus
Profession: Warrior
Primary language:
Kozakuran - The language her mentor/adopted father and Vrok would speak to each other, and the language in which she journals
Secondary languages:
Orcish - Vrok was raised in an Orc tribe, this was her first language
Common - Taught by Sora, reinforced through years of travelling
Chondathan - Vrok and her mentor spent their days along the Chionthar and in the Western Heartlands, this was another language she was taught by him
Physical description:
Vrok has blue eyes that glint with intelligence, framed by a heavy brow. Her face is angular, with pronounced cheekbones and a strong jaw. A plume of jet-black hair done in a ponytail protrudes from atop her head. Her skin is light green, and her ears are pointed.
Her physique is formidable; her already impressive height is matched with dense muscle, evenly distributed. Despite her massive muscles, she has some curves to her. Her hands are calloused and rough, and match her size, as do her feet. Her nails are remarkably clean and cut short. And her smile, frequent as it is, reveals a complete and clean set of teeth, with small but noticeable tusks.
Psychological description:
Demeanor:
Her temperament is generally cordial and friendly, amicable to most everyone she comes across. Easy to smile and quick to laugh, her good-natured hospitable demeanour strikes a stark contrast to her savage appearance.
Values:
- Vrok’s values stem from the teachings of her former teacher, Sora, and the subsequent experiences of finding new mentorship at the Bladestone Foundation. Loyalty to her friends, honour, and discipline form the core of what she values. Following your duty, harmony, temperance of desires, compassion, prudence, clarity of perception, and service to others also play a vital role in how Vrok views and lives in the world.
- She places high esteem on martial prowess. She is likely to accord more respect to accomplished and competent warriors.
- Her nomadic upbringing has instilled in her a nigh-insatiable wanderlust. She values her freedom, and is prone to disappearing for lengths of time without so much as a word to those she knows.
Flaws:
- A deep-seated desire to be liked by everyone. This can often lead her to demean and belittle herself in attempts to win over people.
- Too trusting of people. Having little experience with deception, she might unwisely place her faith in someone others would judge as untrustworthy. She is also easily fooled.
- Idealistic. Despite being relentlessly bullied as a child, she still stubbornly hangs onto the belief that everyone can be good
Religious views:
She does her part in venerating Tempus, but she is by no means strictly religious. She does value spiritual principles, and they do play a vital part in her worldview and how she strives to act, but she does not attend to many rituals nor does she overtly profess her devotion.
Biography
Vrok was born a half-breed into the tribe Rorgesh, a small nomadic tribe composed of some odd two dozen mountain orcs, half-breeds and occasional human slaves. Relying primarily on raiding trade caravans and other mostly defenceless villages in the vicinity, the tribe operates in the regions east of Baldur’s Gate, roving from the Reaching Woods to as far north as the High Moors, inhabiting caves and other nooks and crannies they could find. They were typical of mountain orcs, brutal and merciless, where brawn and base cunning prevailed over more reasoned and prudent judgment, scarce as it was.
Succeeding the founding Chieftain Groguk after a suspiciously botched raid, Chieftain Grogash took the reins of the tribe. Grogash was particularly brutal and violent, and his barbaric and cruel leadership took its toll on the tribe. The numbers dwindled, and resentment amongst the ranks festered, eventually leading to a failed coup in which Vrok’s parents were killed. Grogash, to his perverse pleasure, was left with one eye, to which he proclaimed it was a sign from Gruumsh that his rule was law. Though many of the rebellious orcs were killed, some remained to, now less openly, oppose Grogash's poor leadership.
In these circumstances, Vrok's early years were marked with hardship. Food was scarce, the enemies were many, and the leadership was constantly in question and undermined. The lessons were harsh, and mistakes were deadly.
Due to her half-breed heritage, the other orcs of her tribe treated her with disdain and cruelty. She was often tasked with gruelling, dangerous, and menial tasks. Vrok was bullied relentlessly by the other children, both verbally and physically. She retreated into herself, shunned and an outcast. Many nights she would weep silently until she fell asleep, despair clinging to her in a dark cloud.
Fate intervened when a wandering Kozakuran ronin happened upon her during a brutal bout of bullying. Vrok and some of the other orcish children were out fetching firewood when her peers decided to take turns hitting her with the collection of sticks and wood. Drawn to the cries of the young half-orc, and the jeers of her tormentors, the lone warrior decided to intervene. He swiftly dispatched her bullies using the flat of his blade, momentarily stunning Vrok with the display of skilled swordsmanship. With her tormentors vulnerable, she was suddenly overcome by a fierce, burning rage. She lunged at the fallen orcish children, spitting and cursing when she was restrained by her saviour. He quickly whisked her away from the scene.
After she calmed down some, Vrok regarded the mysterious stranger. Much impressed by his skill, she prostrated herself before the ronin, begging to learn the way of the sword. He stared long at the young half-orc, judging. They locked eyes, the man’s gaze calm, impassive, unreadable. A maelstrom of emotions gripped Vrok, fear of this strangely garbed warrior, anger at being so restrained from her vengeance and… hope. Hope that she might escape the hellish existence in her tribe. After a long silence, the man nodded. He introduced himself as Sora, gesturing for Vrok to follow him.
Under the ronin's guidance, Vrok began a journey to learn the art of the katana and the way of the warrior. Perhaps due to her orcish blood, her temper was fierce and often, despite the rapid progress she made under her master’s tutelage. Sora would often reprimand Vrok for her impatience and anger, and offer calm suggestions on how to direct that energy into her swordwork. The immense respect and admiration Vrok had for her mentor was always evident in their relationship; even when Sora was particularly critical, or hit a nerve, she would heed his words. He provided a calming, stabilizing influence, and helped her accept and express her savage nature and strong emotions in ways that would not harm others.
As they travelled together, Vrok’s skill with the katana flourished. The pair would often help villages on the outskirts of civilization, either training the locals in defending themselves, or dispatching marauders and raiders who preyed upon them. The flowing style of her master’s teachings matched with the fury of her orcish heritage brought many bandits to heel. Still, Vrok's anger often held sway over her actions, and she would sometimes force a violent resolution to the problems they faced.
By both example and explicit instruction, Sora's teachings shaped Vrok’s views of the world. Those with skill in arms are responsible to defend those who cannot. For him, this was part of the Way of Enlightenment, the religion of his homeland. He also ensured that Vrok learned a firm commitment to goodness, mastery of self - mentally, physically, emotionally, and unwavering loyalty to lord, family, and friends.
Under his tutelage, she gained both verbal and written proficiency in Kozakuran, Common, and Chondathan. Vrok often used writing as a method of expressing herself and disciplining her thoughts. The calm, zen-like nature of writing helped her control and temper the fire inside of her. Sora encouraged this development, and her ability to write and speak blossomed. Unexpectedly, her previously unknown bold, boisterous nature came to the forefront. Though some of the people they met looked upon the pair with suspicion and disdain, many more found the friendly half-orc and stoic ronin to be a welcome and pleasant surprise, oddly charming in their juxtaposition. Vrok found great satisfaction in conversation, and though he would sometimes reprimand her for being so bold, Sora always wore a hint of a smile as the young half-orc joyfully chatted away with whoever would engage with her.
The rage that once held her heart slowly began to cool to embers. It was still present, and accessible when righteous anger was needed, but it no longer was an overwhelming imperative that threatened to make her lose control of herself. A hard-earned result of years of careful discipline and training of mind, body, and spirit. And, perhaps, finally having the ability to express herself fully.
Sora was already advanced in his years when he and Vrok first met, and time took its toll. As the pair travelled together, his movements became slower, and where he once strode purposefully, gracefully, he now would need Vrok to help steady his feet. He favoured a gnarled cane, which he would use in lieu of drawing his katana, though the weapon still was ever-present at his waist. Despite his body failing him, Sora was lucid, and continued to teach his willing student. Vrok became more secure in herself, confident in expressing her emotions freely and easily without letting them rule her actions. Sora seemed content, serene when they spoke. They both knew that his time would soon be up. Still, both delighted in each other’s company, enjoying the deep bond between student and teacher.
One night, Sora passed peacefully in his sleep. Vrok grieved the loss of her sensei, burying him near the coast in accordance with his wishes. Tears streaking down her face, she yelled at the ocean in futility. When her voice went hoarse, Vrok spent a long time in quiet reflection at Sora’s grave marker, a cairn of stones, reminiscing over all the years she had with her sensei. A long time passed as she paid her respects to her fallen master. Eventually, she rose from her seat. With reverence and trepidation, she took up Sora’s old katana, part of his final wishes and legacy to her.
She drew the sword, perhaps the first time it had been drawn in years, and the weapon sang an almost mournful tone as it left the scabbard. An elegant and refined piece of craftsmanship, the moon reflected off the blade to illuminate Vrok’s grief-stricken visage as she contemplated the katana. She assumed a basic form, testing a few strikes, precise, graceful. An excellent balance, and it felt… natural. Like she was meant to have it. She sheathed her new weapon in a fluid motion and, with a resolute nod, she set off on this new phase of her journey.
Sora had never disclosed to Vrok his past and, although he taught her the language and philosophy of his people, she never learned how he came to Faerun from Kozakura, or why he had left in the first place. He kept scant personal possessions, and though he had asked her only to take his katana, she was drawn to a peculiarly ornate comb that he had kept. Of his personal effects, it seemed an oddity. Sora had been a simple, austere man, and the comb was at odds with the rest of his belongings and his personality. She took it with her as a keepsake, and perhaps as a clue to his past that she might one day learn. She also, with the same trepidation with which she took his katana, took Sora's journal.
As it was the life she knew, she wandered for some time, occasionally selling her sword to noble causes when opportunity arose. Of note, and perhaps cathartic in a way, she helped a village fend off some Orcish raiders during her travels, combining both word and blade to eventually negotiate a tenuous peace between the villagers and the Orcish tribe. However, she missed the discipline and structure that Sora had provided her. And, perhaps more crucially, the quiet camaraderie and friendship that she had with her mentor. Though she kept practising the forms and bladework, she yearned for more instruction in the martial art.
It was during this time that she encountered the Bladestone Foundation. Upon arriving at the outskirts of Baldur’s Gate, she encountered their deputy headmistress, Lylan. After a lively and good-natured ribbing of each other, Vrok and the feisty elf went to an arena to spar using their fists. Despite dwarfing the deputy headmistress, Vrok was knocked out cold by the agile Lylan after a particularly impressive aerial manoeuvre that planted a dropkick straight to her skull. Despite her embarrassing loss, the deputy headmistress offered a spot to Vrok as a student at the Foundation. Perhaps she recognized Vrok's potential, or was impressed by her good-natured and lively spirit.
In the halls of the Bladestone Foundation, Vrok found a home. She delved deeper into the philosophy of her mentor, reading his journal with great regularity, and refined her combat skills under the guidance of seasoned masters. She explored her linguistic expression, trying her hand at a poetry contest. To learn weaponry and general thuggery, she took lessons from the headmaster, Derik Ranloss. She would often go on patrol with members of faculty, eventually 'graduating' and being hired on as a guard.
The values instilled by Sora and the Bladestone Foundation are the bedrock of her character—loyalty, honour, discipline. She often indulges in expertly brewed tea among her comrades, and wanders about the Sword Coast, bringing good-natured thugging wherever she roams.
Family
Sekahashi Sora (Kaito Takeshi) - Adopted Father/Mentor (Deceased)
(( Feb 24, 2025: Updated for more info on Vrok's former tribe ))
Full name: Vrok Drek
Age: 27 years
Race: Half-Orc
Sex: Female
Date of birth: 10th Eleint, 1333 DR
Place of birth: Undetermined Orc Tribe, Western Heartlands
Alignment: Neutral Good
Patron deity: Tempus
Profession: Warrior
Primary language:
Kozakuran - The language her mentor/adopted father and Vrok would speak to each other, and the language in which she journals
Secondary languages:
Orcish - Vrok was raised in an Orc tribe, this was her first language
Common - Taught by Sora, reinforced through years of travelling
Chondathan - Vrok and her mentor spent their days along the Chionthar and in the Western Heartlands, this was another language she was taught by him
Physical description:
Vrok has blue eyes that glint with intelligence, framed by a heavy brow. Her face is angular, with pronounced cheekbones and a strong jaw. A plume of jet-black hair done in a ponytail protrudes from atop her head. Her skin is light green, and her ears are pointed.
Her physique is formidable; her already impressive height is matched with dense muscle, evenly distributed. Despite her massive muscles, she has some curves to her. Her hands are calloused and rough, and match her size, as do her feet. Her nails are remarkably clean and cut short. And her smile, frequent as it is, reveals a complete and clean set of teeth, with small but noticeable tusks.
Psychological description:
Demeanor:
Her temperament is generally cordial and friendly, amicable to most everyone she comes across. Easy to smile and quick to laugh, her good-natured hospitable demeanour strikes a stark contrast to her savage appearance.
Values:
- Vrok’s values stem from the teachings of her former teacher, Sora, and the subsequent experiences of finding new mentorship at the Bladestone Foundation. Loyalty to her friends, honour, and discipline form the core of what she values. Following your duty, harmony, temperance of desires, compassion, prudence, clarity of perception, and service to others also play a vital role in how Vrok views and lives in the world.
- She places high esteem on martial prowess. She is likely to accord more respect to accomplished and competent warriors.
- Her nomadic upbringing has instilled in her a nigh-insatiable wanderlust. She values her freedom, and is prone to disappearing for lengths of time without so much as a word to those she knows.
Flaws:
- A deep-seated desire to be liked by everyone. This can often lead her to demean and belittle herself in attempts to win over people.
- Too trusting of people. Having little experience with deception, she might unwisely place her faith in someone others would judge as untrustworthy. She is also easily fooled.
- Idealistic. Despite being relentlessly bullied as a child, she still stubbornly hangs onto the belief that everyone can be good
Religious views:
She does her part in venerating Tempus, but she is by no means strictly religious. She does value spiritual principles, and they do play a vital part in her worldview and how she strives to act, but she does not attend to many rituals nor does she overtly profess her devotion.
Biography
Vrok was born a half-breed into the tribe Rorgesh, a small nomadic tribe composed of some odd two dozen mountain orcs, half-breeds and occasional human slaves. Relying primarily on raiding trade caravans and other mostly defenceless villages in the vicinity, the tribe operates in the regions east of Baldur’s Gate, roving from the Reaching Woods to as far north as the High Moors, inhabiting caves and other nooks and crannies they could find. They were typical of mountain orcs, brutal and merciless, where brawn and base cunning prevailed over more reasoned and prudent judgment, scarce as it was.
Succeeding the founding Chieftain Groguk after a suspiciously botched raid, Chieftain Grogash took the reins of the tribe. Grogash was particularly brutal and violent, and his barbaric and cruel leadership took its toll on the tribe. The numbers dwindled, and resentment amongst the ranks festered, eventually leading to a failed coup in which Vrok’s parents were killed. Grogash, to his perverse pleasure, was left with one eye, to which he proclaimed it was a sign from Gruumsh that his rule was law. Though many of the rebellious orcs were killed, some remained to, now less openly, oppose Grogash's poor leadership.
In these circumstances, Vrok's early years were marked with hardship. Food was scarce, the enemies were many, and the leadership was constantly in question and undermined. The lessons were harsh, and mistakes were deadly.
Due to her half-breed heritage, the other orcs of her tribe treated her with disdain and cruelty. She was often tasked with gruelling, dangerous, and menial tasks. Vrok was bullied relentlessly by the other children, both verbally and physically. She retreated into herself, shunned and an outcast. Many nights she would weep silently until she fell asleep, despair clinging to her in a dark cloud.
Fate intervened when a wandering Kozakuran ronin happened upon her during a brutal bout of bullying. Vrok and some of the other orcish children were out fetching firewood when her peers decided to take turns hitting her with the collection of sticks and wood. Drawn to the cries of the young half-orc, and the jeers of her tormentors, the lone warrior decided to intervene. He swiftly dispatched her bullies using the flat of his blade, momentarily stunning Vrok with the display of skilled swordsmanship. With her tormentors vulnerable, she was suddenly overcome by a fierce, burning rage. She lunged at the fallen orcish children, spitting and cursing when she was restrained by her saviour. He quickly whisked her away from the scene.
After she calmed down some, Vrok regarded the mysterious stranger. Much impressed by his skill, she prostrated herself before the ronin, begging to learn the way of the sword. He stared long at the young half-orc, judging. They locked eyes, the man’s gaze calm, impassive, unreadable. A maelstrom of emotions gripped Vrok, fear of this strangely garbed warrior, anger at being so restrained from her vengeance and… hope. Hope that she might escape the hellish existence in her tribe. After a long silence, the man nodded. He introduced himself as Sora, gesturing for Vrok to follow him.
Under the ronin's guidance, Vrok began a journey to learn the art of the katana and the way of the warrior. Perhaps due to her orcish blood, her temper was fierce and often, despite the rapid progress she made under her master’s tutelage. Sora would often reprimand Vrok for her impatience and anger, and offer calm suggestions on how to direct that energy into her swordwork. The immense respect and admiration Vrok had for her mentor was always evident in their relationship; even when Sora was particularly critical, or hit a nerve, she would heed his words. He provided a calming, stabilizing influence, and helped her accept and express her savage nature and strong emotions in ways that would not harm others.
As they travelled together, Vrok’s skill with the katana flourished. The pair would often help villages on the outskirts of civilization, either training the locals in defending themselves, or dispatching marauders and raiders who preyed upon them. The flowing style of her master’s teachings matched with the fury of her orcish heritage brought many bandits to heel. Still, Vrok's anger often held sway over her actions, and she would sometimes force a violent resolution to the problems they faced.
By both example and explicit instruction, Sora's teachings shaped Vrok’s views of the world. Those with skill in arms are responsible to defend those who cannot. For him, this was part of the Way of Enlightenment, the religion of his homeland. He also ensured that Vrok learned a firm commitment to goodness, mastery of self - mentally, physically, emotionally, and unwavering loyalty to lord, family, and friends.
Under his tutelage, she gained both verbal and written proficiency in Kozakuran, Common, and Chondathan. Vrok often used writing as a method of expressing herself and disciplining her thoughts. The calm, zen-like nature of writing helped her control and temper the fire inside of her. Sora encouraged this development, and her ability to write and speak blossomed. Unexpectedly, her previously unknown bold, boisterous nature came to the forefront. Though some of the people they met looked upon the pair with suspicion and disdain, many more found the friendly half-orc and stoic ronin to be a welcome and pleasant surprise, oddly charming in their juxtaposition. Vrok found great satisfaction in conversation, and though he would sometimes reprimand her for being so bold, Sora always wore a hint of a smile as the young half-orc joyfully chatted away with whoever would engage with her.
The rage that once held her heart slowly began to cool to embers. It was still present, and accessible when righteous anger was needed, but it no longer was an overwhelming imperative that threatened to make her lose control of herself. A hard-earned result of years of careful discipline and training of mind, body, and spirit. And, perhaps, finally having the ability to express herself fully.
Sora was already advanced in his years when he and Vrok first met, and time took its toll. As the pair travelled together, his movements became slower, and where he once strode purposefully, gracefully, he now would need Vrok to help steady his feet. He favoured a gnarled cane, which he would use in lieu of drawing his katana, though the weapon still was ever-present at his waist. Despite his body failing him, Sora was lucid, and continued to teach his willing student. Vrok became more secure in herself, confident in expressing her emotions freely and easily without letting them rule her actions. Sora seemed content, serene when they spoke. They both knew that his time would soon be up. Still, both delighted in each other’s company, enjoying the deep bond between student and teacher.
One night, Sora passed peacefully in his sleep. Vrok grieved the loss of her sensei, burying him near the coast in accordance with his wishes. Tears streaking down her face, she yelled at the ocean in futility. When her voice went hoarse, Vrok spent a long time in quiet reflection at Sora’s grave marker, a cairn of stones, reminiscing over all the years she had with her sensei. A long time passed as she paid her respects to her fallen master. Eventually, she rose from her seat. With reverence and trepidation, she took up Sora’s old katana, part of his final wishes and legacy to her.
She drew the sword, perhaps the first time it had been drawn in years, and the weapon sang an almost mournful tone as it left the scabbard. An elegant and refined piece of craftsmanship, the moon reflected off the blade to illuminate Vrok’s grief-stricken visage as she contemplated the katana. She assumed a basic form, testing a few strikes, precise, graceful. An excellent balance, and it felt… natural. Like she was meant to have it. She sheathed her new weapon in a fluid motion and, with a resolute nod, she set off on this new phase of her journey.
Sora had never disclosed to Vrok his past and, although he taught her the language and philosophy of his people, she never learned how he came to Faerun from Kozakura, or why he had left in the first place. He kept scant personal possessions, and though he had asked her only to take his katana, she was drawn to a peculiarly ornate comb that he had kept. Of his personal effects, it seemed an oddity. Sora had been a simple, austere man, and the comb was at odds with the rest of his belongings and his personality. She took it with her as a keepsake, and perhaps as a clue to his past that she might one day learn. She also, with the same trepidation with which she took his katana, took Sora's journal.
As it was the life she knew, she wandered for some time, occasionally selling her sword to noble causes when opportunity arose. Of note, and perhaps cathartic in a way, she helped a village fend off some Orcish raiders during her travels, combining both word and blade to eventually negotiate a tenuous peace between the villagers and the Orcish tribe. However, she missed the discipline and structure that Sora had provided her. And, perhaps more crucially, the quiet camaraderie and friendship that she had with her mentor. Though she kept practising the forms and bladework, she yearned for more instruction in the martial art.
It was during this time that she encountered the Bladestone Foundation. Upon arriving at the outskirts of Baldur’s Gate, she encountered their deputy headmistress, Lylan. After a lively and good-natured ribbing of each other, Vrok and the feisty elf went to an arena to spar using their fists. Despite dwarfing the deputy headmistress, Vrok was knocked out cold by the agile Lylan after a particularly impressive aerial manoeuvre that planted a dropkick straight to her skull. Despite her embarrassing loss, the deputy headmistress offered a spot to Vrok as a student at the Foundation. Perhaps she recognized Vrok's potential, or was impressed by her good-natured and lively spirit.
In the halls of the Bladestone Foundation, Vrok found a home. She delved deeper into the philosophy of her mentor, reading his journal with great regularity, and refined her combat skills under the guidance of seasoned masters. She explored her linguistic expression, trying her hand at a poetry contest. To learn weaponry and general thuggery, she took lessons from the headmaster, Derik Ranloss. She would often go on patrol with members of faculty, eventually 'graduating' and being hired on as a guard.
The values instilled by Sora and the Bladestone Foundation are the bedrock of her character—loyalty, honour, discipline. She often indulges in expertly brewed tea among her comrades, and wanders about the Sword Coast, bringing good-natured thugging wherever she roams.
Family
Sekahashi Sora (Kaito Takeshi) - Adopted Father/Mentor (Deceased)
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