Jekana

Jekana Ironcleaver, six and a half feet of orcish warrior. She looks the part, from light green skin covering toned muscles, to the small tusks jutting from her bottom lip, to her pointed ears and upturned nose. Her eyes are the color of molten brass, and what little she wears is either leather, fur, or straight up armor. She looks like she could break a knight in half if she really wanted to! The only off note to this barbaric song is a certain femininity to her features, a smoothness of skin that suggests one of her recent ancestors may have been a human or elf. How recent, and how willing, is a delicate question to ask.

She's not always as mean as all that, of course. While she has her moods, she won't punch someone's head off or start pillaging on a whim. See, she likes going into civilized towns, or near them (every city has its outskirts where less acceptable or legal individuals gather), to find adventure. Someone's always got a map, someone's always heard a rumor, and what adventuring party doesn't want some impressive muscle along for when the monsters hit? It might be a good idea to try and keep the woman sober, though. She can hold more than her weight in drink, but there's nothing like alcohol for loosening inhibitions.

Her chosen lifestyle is a rough one, but it tends to pay out well. The metal she wears is of quality craftsmanship, as evidenced by the time she brought down a twenty-foot titan with a well placed kick to the ankle with her shin. Her body is very much a weapon equal to what she carries, and what she carries is becoming increasingly famous. Twin double-headed battleaxes, brutally wielded, are what finished off the titan whose leg she broke. When not in use, they're slung as a pair across her back.

She's a warrior for hire, if the work interests her and her price is met, either up front or in a trustworthy promise of valuable loot.


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