Nov. 2nd, 2016

halforcnationalist: A drawing of me as an orc, kinda glaring at the viewer. (Default)
Quick backstory thing for Rokag, who I plan on playing as in an upcoming Dungeons and Dragons campaign. Boy howdy does a lot of this seem weird and outta nowhere if you've got no idea what happened to these characters in our sessions. Anyway, the first part mostly delves into how Rokag's family lives and has changed through the years, and the second is all revelations and flashbacks, as well as (most importantly, for the purposes of roleplaying) character motivation. 

Word Count: ~4500 (out of ~10,200 total) (I suppose by "quick" I mean that this felt like it was really fast to write.)
Rating: G
Warnings: None

 

The target swung lightly with the wind. Its bright red paint stuck out among the green foliage to everyone but Rokag. It looked just as muddled tan, blue, and yellow as everything else. The target was custom-made for orc eyes, and had bright yellow stripes in each of the concentric circles, to help make up for her poor color vision. Several arrows littered the ground around it, a tree off to one side, and only one stuck in the target itself. A songbird fluttered overhead as it landed on a branch, but otherwise, she only heard the breeze and the sound of her own breaths. Her uncle Tabris sat behind her, watching her closely. She drew back the string on her bow and squinted one eye.

            “No, no—both open,” Tabris said, his voice hardly a whisper. “It’s a myth that squinting helps. Which is your dominant eye, anyway?” Rokag blinked and looked over at him.

            “Dominant eye?” she said. “Like a dominant hand?” He nodded. He was much shorter than her, and overall smaller as well. Lithe. A human through-and-through. Yet as a child, he discomforted her. Something about his eyes looked oddly blank, as if nothing existed inside him. The mauling scar on the left side of his face, too—and the others on his body, for that matter—disturbed her, even if her own fathers were equally marred. That, and—she could hardly recall why, or when, or how—she remembered that one day, he suddenly changed into… this. Her earliest, vaguest memories of him seemed to be of a different person entirely. Someone who smirked, someone who spoke with life an energy. Someone just like her dad. Then, when he returned after an absence, stoicism. As if he forgot he had a face.

It took a few days for Rokag to even approach him when he came back after that... )


halforcnationalist: A drawing of me as an orc, kinda glaring at the viewer. (Default)
Quick backstory thing for Rokag, who I plan on playing as in an upcoming Dungeons and Dragons campaign. Boy howdy does a lot of this seem weird and outta nowhere if you've got no idea what happened to these characters in our sessions. Anyway, the first part mostly delves into how Rokag's family lives and has changed through the years, and the second is all revelations and flashbacks, as well as (most importantly, for the purposes of roleplaying) character motivation. 

Word Count: ~5700 (out of ~10,200 total) (I suppose by "quick" I mean that this felt like it was really fast to write.)
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Read part 1 first here.

It took a few hours, but Rokag eventually calmed down and went to work at her daily duties. Finn and Agrat also went to their own chores, and the three mostly stayed apart from each other until that evening. When she returned home for the night, Agrat and Finn were already sitting in the living room, next to each other on the couch. She sat across from them in a chair.

            “So?” she said. Agrat scratched his head and Finn opened his palms.

            “So y’ know—”

            “Things haven’t—”

            They glanced at each other and Agrat motioned for Finn to continue.

            “Things haven’t always been easy for us,” he said. “I’m guessing you already know that we’ve done our fair share of wandering.”

            “Right,” Rokag said. “Of course you did, since you traveled all th’ way here.”

            “And it goes without saying that things get dangerous when you don’t really have a permanent home,” Finn said. “You know we moved here for a better life, since that wasn’t possible in Ettinsmoor. We didn’t get to actually settle down and stop for some time, and during that time we had some… difficult encounters.” She leaned sideways in the chair and rested her cheek against her knuckles.

''Well, just how difficult?'' she said... )

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