Orok Tret'san

Race
Aranek, sub-race Khesun.

Sex
Male

Age
Unknown, not even to him. He is a young, matured adult male.

Physical description
Height: 6 feet even.
Eye color: Grey.
Other features: Sharp, curved talons. Long snout with powerful jaws. 3 claw scars on top of skull.
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Birthplace
Narvik, Sida.

Alignment
Neutral

Deity
None specifically followed.

Mannerisms
Stands as tall as he can, without his naturally arching back restricting his height. Very calculated, precise, and patient. Though he demands payment, Orok hunts to claim glory and honor. He works for the highest bidder and/or the most challenging bounty.

Occupation(s)
Bounty hunter/gun for hire.

Aliases
"The Shift-man of Sida."

Languages
Sidan, Aranek primitive, Common.

Orok was hatched into a brood of former Khesun slaves, in the former slave trade city of Narvik. Though they had gained their freedom, they were desperately poor. This small brood of Khesun was employed into various lines of work, and enjoyed a small communal bond. Orok was the last hatchling of his mother and father, out of 8 siblings. At an early age, Khesun played and enjoyed life in the safe little brood. But the leaders of the brood stressed the importance to each generation their need to adapt where they were needed. They told the hatchlings they had a vast opportunity to prosper in this new world.

As his generation grew, the hatchlings each found their own little hobbies. Some would craft things from items laying around, some would curiously read through texts given to them, they'd eagerly wander the city in small "adventures", etc. Orok watched. He observed. He would watch stalls for hours patiently, and would snatch a piece of meat from the stall when the moment was right. He would notice things his siblings didn't, small things that some would deem unimportant. His father told him he had the hunter's eye. It was in the color, grey eyes were the keenest and most perceptive according to legend.

When he was of the "adolescent" age, when all the Khesun were given gifts based on their interests, to encourage them to go into the world with their hobbies, he was given a small pistol. His father instructed him on how to use it, and would take him to the outskirts of the city to shoot. It was a treat for Orok, he was given the training if he had been staying out of trouble and remaining respectful. Every week or so, he was instructed how to reload and fire the Sidan arquebus pistol.

As Orok aged, the adaptive traits of his sub-race were shown to be evident. He had become more accurate, from firing at the sides of barrels to small mugs on top of the barrels. He was a young adult now, and he was ushered into the world to gain his independence. His father told him what he must now do. He was of the few that would arise to be "warrior class" of the small Khesun brood. He would be fighting for his honor. Thinking as if he were one of the Aranek Nobles in the ancient days, he eagerly obeyed his father.

As his siblings became adept in the ways of artistry, trade, smithing, engineering, etc, he and 2 others from his brood began their work as warriors. They eagerly searched the city of Narvik, taking fliers of criminals and such. Orok doubted himself though, as he stared at the drawing of the rough bearded Sidan man. He doubted his ability to kill when the time was right. He mentally prepared himself for the pull of the trigger.

For a few months, the warriors could not find any of the bounties. One of them gave up to take up another profession. The other continued to search, and fueled a small competition between the two. Orok had never particularly liked the other warrior, since they were hatchlings. His determination to claim honor for himself drove him to search. He asked Sidan authorities about the last known where-abouts of few bounties.

Orok went to a relatively dangerous area of the city, on a roof across from a bar of pirates, thieves, and mercenaries. This was where his first bounty was to be. He lied low into the sand colored roof, his skin blending in. He just barely popped his skull over the edge, one of his hawk-eyes observing the small area below. For hours he watched men come by, and looked at each for any distinct features. His muscles ached, but he lied still as a statue for hours. As the sun lowered itself into the great desert beyond, 3 men exited, laughing heartily. He looked over each one. Two of them had large beards, but he could not make out their faces from the headwraps they donned. As one of the bearded men handed something to the other, he saw he was missing a pinky finger on his right hand. That was him.

He narrowed his eyes, and slowly took the arquebus from the ground. The men said their goodbyes and scattered. He slowly got up, standing low. As he walked into a narrow alley, Orok leaped onto the other roof, and stood over the edge, watching him. He knew now was the time. He jumped down, his powerful legs taking the fall with a thud. The man turned around, and Orok raised the arquebus, his hands trembling. He knew now was the time, and his mental preparation would not go to waste now. Angrily at himself, he thought himself a coward and ordered his hand to steady itself. As the man turned completely around, Orok's hand steadied. His long head turned downward, and his brows furrowed. He let out a hoarse bark as he fired a shot into the man's chest. The man grunted, gripping his wound and stumbling back, and landing in a pile of trash.

Orok rushed up, and pulled away the clothe around his belt, looking for anything identifying that he could present to the bounty office. He found a large Sidan sword, and with his claws, ripped the sheathe and sword off of the dead man's belt. He holstered the pistol and looked at the sword in a moment of marvel at it's design. Commotion from the bar was heard as the doors slammed open. He turned his head sharply, and then took off.

His first kill landed him a good bit of money. He spent most all of it on a musket. Through the coming year, he picked off quite a few thieves, rapscallions, and bandits. But nothing too hard. He earned a name for himself in the bounty office, but these hunts were not enjoyable to Orok. They weren't challenging enough, the people he hunted usually made the same mistakes. He wanted a challenge. So he left the city of Narvik, and went on to the capital, Nasii.

In Nasii, there were countless criminals to arrest or kill. Orok was given a few bounties right away. There he met another Khesun, a female named Tiori, who was his link to the underground. She was a bartender and exotic dancer. Orok gained an interest in her, but she was property of a powerful Arunjai of the area. A corrupt Aranek noble, ironically a noble in the Sidan society. The Arunjai, Lek'tan, reluctantly let Orok use his exotic dancer as a source of information.

Through her, Orok gained leads on his "prey". His precision and patience rewarded him greatly. It was much harder to do the bounty hunting business in the slums of Nasii than the slums of Narvik. He took in less bounties than in Narvik, but here it was often higher pay. Orok began to have ornate tribal symbols grafted into his musket, to symbolize the successful bounty. As he gained fame, he became cocky. He asked Tiori to leave the noble and come to him, but she declined, saying that he would kill them both. With disdain, he took a break from bounty hunting. He hung around the bar Tiori worked in, and enjoyed his well earn vacation. In this break, he also courted his interest, Tiori. He fell in love with her, and had a secret relationship.

A week after Orok got back to business, he was questioning Tiori about a local crimelord, when Lek'tan bursted in with a few of his human guards. He took hurried steps to Orok, and in his powerful hand he gripped him by the neck and slammed him against the wall. The human guards forced Tiori to sit as she made a worried hiss and attempted to stand. Orok dug his claws into the thick scales of Lek'tan, as the Noble bared his teeth and hissed. "I told you not to touch my property, little hunter. I know what you've been doing. You think me a fool?" He slams the Khesun into the wall, and Orok gags, squirming and struggling. "For two nights my property is gone from my palace, you think I would not notice?! You fool." His grip tightened around Orok's neck, growling in his throat. He tosses him aside to the floor. As Orok gets up, he brutally swipes his claws down on his skull, leaving deep gashes. Orok falls back down with a pained hiss.

Lek'tan motions for two of the guards to take Tiori and come with him. The other two walked towards Orok menacingly. But Orok, seeing the two approaching, used his quick mind at that moment. He spoke up to the exiting Lek'tan,"Coward!" The Arunjai turned on his heel and angrily glared down at Orok, growling. The human guards stopped in their tracks. Orok slowly got up, rubbing his throat and hacking hoarsely, blood running down his skull. He spoke up again,"Fight me, Lek'tan!" The people in the bar began to leave slowly. The Arunjai cracked a grin suddenly,"My pleasure, bounty hunter scum." He charged at Orok, and Orok weaved out of the way. Lek'tan turned quickly and swung his fist. Orok ducked again, and Lek'tan smashed a segment of stone from a pillar. As he was ducked, Orok leaped up with his powerful legs. He dug his foot talons into Lek'tans chest, and clamped his jaws around his neck.

Lek'tan roared, and spun around, gripping Orok and trying to tear him off. As he does, Orok's teeth dig further into his neck. Lek'tan gurgles and collapses. Orok jumps off of him, and the large noble falls face forward, bleeding heavily. Orok roars in triumph, blood dripping from his maw. His head swivels from the defeated Lek'tan to his guards. As they aim at him, he holds up his claws, breathing heavily. He slowly reaches down to his belt, and pulls off a large sack of coins. He holds the sack of coins, panting. His tongue flicks out some blood, his eyes worriedly dart from each of the guards, then to Tiori, watching in fear. Orok breaks the silence, jingling the coins,"He told you to take her.. and was assassinated in the bar. She stayed to grieve." One of the guards steps up slowly, still aiming the arquebus. Quickly he snatches the coins, gripping the arquebus stock again. He backs away, and slowly lowers the arquebus. He nods to his colleagues and they leave, one of them roughly shoving Tiori back into the bar.

Tiori slowly walks up to Orok. He pants, staring at her and gripping his head wounds. She swallows worriedly, and forces a smile. Lek'tan groans, and they both turn. His head is turned downward into the ground with his body. Orok bends down, and grips his side, turning him over. Lek'tan turns over, holding an arquebus pistol at hip-level. A pained, angry grimace on his face. Orok's eyes crack open in surprise, and Lek'tan fires. Orok turns his head away and closes his eyes, but for a moment he sits in silence, waiting for a sharp pain to erupt in him. He opens his eyes, Lek'tan lies dead, the smoking arquebus fallen from his hands. Orok turns his head sharply as he hears a heavy thud. Tiori lays on the ground, motionless. Orok quickly scrambles to her, gripping her chest would. He holds up her head, her eyes unmoving and cold. He drops his head low, resting it against Tiori, and then raises it abruptly for a mourning roar.

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Orok has became a jaded bounty hunter, his only focus on the hunt now. The death of his lover turned him cold. Over the next two years, he gains a reputation in Nasii. But he cannot stay in the city any longer. It reminds him too much of her. So he leaves to other exotic cities and nations, in an attempt to make himself known there. His utilization of his natural color-changing scales earns him the name,"The Shift-man of Sida." Over the years, he picks up the language Common, and adapts to the new society quickly due to his sub-race's attributes.

He now looks to the city of Surna, with an eye on the high levels of crime, monster hunts, and the Quintana Cartel. Having worked for them before, he is eager to find work here and make a name for himself.

Skills
Agility - Orok's best trait is his sub-race's extreme agility and speed. It allows him to dodge the heavy hitters, to scale tall objects, etc.

Accuracy and Fire arms - With patience and years of practice, Orok can hit most moving targets within the medium range of his musket, and most unmoving targets in the maximum range of his musket.

Stealth - Orok always makes sure his scales mimic the scenery around him, and his small frame and lack of heavy gear allows him to move silently most of the time.

Reputation - Having earned a name for himself in Sida, some with underground connections to Sida would know him by his true name, while regular Sidans might know him by the "Shift-man of Sida".

Weapons
x1 Ornate Sidan arquebus rifle, decorated with symbols to signify different hunts and bounties. x10 regular pellets.


x1 Sidan arquebus pistol. x15 regular pellets.

x1 Sidan dagger

Clothing
x1 leather tunic lined with fur, Sidan scarf, leather pants.
x1 Hunting clothes colored the same as the natural environment and donned with leaves and brush.
x1 tribal warrior's gold necklace

Money.
10,736 Sanctimonian shillings.

Tasks.

Start bounty work.
In lust for fame and fortune, make a name for himself in Surna.