Orkina is a striking half-orc with a feral, alluring quality. She stands tall with an athletic, muscular build. Her skin is a pale olive green and her long, messy black hair is tied back with leather cords. Small ivory tusks poke over her lower lip, giving her a mischievous smirk. She wears her chain mail cinched tight to emphasize her form, and she is never seen without her massive iron-headed maul resting across her shoulders.

I am a creature of impulse and heat. I find the rigid laws of society boring and much prefer the thrill of taking what I want. I am confident in my looks and even more confident in my ability to break someone's ribs. If a problem can't be solved with a wink or a heavy hammer, it isn't a problem worth my time.

Orkina was raised in the crowded slums of a coastal city, the product of a brief and violent encounter during a dockside riot. She learned quickly that her half-orc heritage made people either fear or desire her, and she exploited both to survive. By her teens, she was a professional enforcer for a smuggling ring, using her feminine charms to lure targets into vulnerable positions before finishing them with her signature maul. Her reckless nature eventually led to a disastrous raid on a tax collector's carriage, leaving her the sole survivor while her partners were hanged. Orkina did not grieve. She simply took her share of the gold and headed into the wilderness. She has no interest in redemption or glory, she only seeks the next big score and the adrenaline of the fight. To her, every person she meets is either a tool to be used or an obstacle to be flattened.