Makhora

Vague idea for another character.

She's (obviously) a Blackrock orc. She's fiercely loyal to the Horde but quietly hates Grom. She believes Blackhand died for nothing since Grom and the Iron Horde decided to fight together with the forces from Azeroth against the Legion in the end after all. She also likely had family and friends amongst the Blackrock orcs working in and around the Foundry that died fighting for the Iron Horde. She still believes to this day that Orcs are the superior race, but she is smart enough to keep those opinions to herself. In time those opinions will likely change once she begins to work alongside the other races of Azeroth more closely. 

She is (unsurprisingly) a blacksmith and spends much of her time in the forge. She knows the ways of a shaman and uses the knowledge to get assistance from the elements in forging her weapons. She is often found accompanied by a lesser fire fury in her forge that helps in providing a flux when needed.

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Family Life:

War was a part of her life from the very beginning. Only a few years after she was born, one of the many battles the Blackrock took part in claimed the life of her father, leaving her mother to raise both her and her infant sister, Kiha. Her mother managed, of course, with support of the clan at her back helping to give the two girls everything they needed to strive and grow... at least for the next six years. As luck would have it for Makhora and her sister, an illness that had haunted their mother for years began to worsen. Her body began to grow weaker and weaker with every passing day until she could no longer work the forges like she used to. Before long their mother could no longer care for them at all, instead bound to her bed by her sickness, leaving Makhora, only twelve years of age at the time, to care for her six year old sister and her mother almost entirely by herself. They scraped by for the next few years as their mother's health declined more and more, the clan's shamans offering no cure and no hope, instead offering only their condolences the day their mother finally passed.

Sixteen at the time, Makhora was just old enough to take full responsibility for her sister. For the next few years, she continued to raise the girl, spending her days working in the forges and training as a smith so at night she could make sure her sister had something to eat before bed. All things considered, the years that followed were not terribly rough on the pair. They grew through their teens and into adulthood, remaining close. Makhora continued to raise Kiha, who grew into a young Shaman herself, learning to commune expertly with the Furies, and eventually teaching Makhora to do somewhat of the same.

As they continued to age however, it soon became obvious to Makhora that something was slightly off about her sister. Kiha often moved slower in comparison, and always seemed to struggle to fall asleep at night. At first, Makhora brushed off the occasional mention from her sister about feeling tired or weak, but the signs soon became too clear. Whatever sickness it was that had taken their mother seemed to have rooted itself inside her younger sister as well, a fact that both scared Makhora and gave her purpose. 

To this day, both Makhora and her sister strive, though Kiha has yet to get any better. She is still capable of getting around by herself, though some days she is notably sluggish. Although she may try and hide her condition from her elder sister, Makhora always has her sister in mind as she strives to find a way to save her younger sister from their mother's fate. 

Clan Life:

Makhora's parents were not disliked among the Blackrock, which set her off on a good foot from an early age. That said, she was more or less just another young orc among the many. She did not begin to truly make a name for herself within the Blackrock clan until more recent years, when she began to truly push herself, both as a warrior and as a blacksmith. She would spend hours in the forges--longer than many of the other smithies, working herself nearly to exhaustion to insure some of the best quality weapons were put into the hands of the Blackrock soldiers that would protect them from Ogres and anything else that might threaten them.

Of course, not that anyone or anything was ever truly a threat to the Blackrock. Their chieftain was a powerful leader, utterly brilliant on the field of battle. Even before he successfully communed with the furies and drew the Doomhammer from the lava that held it and ultimately took on his new name, Makhora idolized Blackhand. She took every chance she could to see the chieftain, occasionally sneaking through different parts of the Foundry just to watch the monster of a man. She admired the way he carried himself, and strove early on to be half the warrior that he was someday.  

When Blackhand came to his clan with the seemingly futuristic schematics for siegeweaponry, Makhora was among the first to get her hands dirty and begin working. While she left much of the actual construction to the engineers, she spent hours hammering out the strongest metal she could straight from their quarries. Whenever needed, she was more than happy to raise a sword and shield and help fight for the Iron Horde for their chance at a better life, knowing that in doing so, she may ultimately be able to find a cure for her sister's illness on Azeroth.

However, seemingly before she had that chance, she got to watch as the Foundry was invaded by the alien forces supposedly from another universe altogether. She was caught between staying and fighting--and most likely dying--for her clan, or returning to her sister. Ultimately, she chose her sister.

Word met them fast of Blackhand's fall. What was left of the Blackrock clan remained in and around the Foundry to pick up the pieces. Despite the loss of their warlord, Makhora continued to work, not wanting to give up on the Iron Horde and her dream of being able to help her sister in a new world after the forces from Azeroth were defeated.

...At least, until said forces were no longer their enemy. Makhora was not there, but she heard of the events that conspired in the Citadel. She heard of Hellscream's capture, and his decision to fight alongside the forces from Azeroth. The realization that the Blackrock clan's leader had died ultimately for nothing infuriated her, though quite obviously, there was nothing she could do but continue to work on helping her sister and helping rebuild her clan. At least, until Grommash's alliance with the forces of Azeroth would ultimately pay off a few years down the road. 

Now:

Having grown significantly as a warrior and as a smith, Makhora was confident in her decision to finally make the trip to Azeroth, along with Kiha, leaving much of their clan-life behind. There she found a new home for her and her sister within the towering walls of Orgrimmar, where all the different races of the Horde mingled together. Admittedly, Makhora holds the non-orcish people in terribly low regard, interacting with them as little as possible, while acknowledging that the cure to her sister's sickness would likely be found outside of her own kind.

Today, she offers her sword for the Horde, while using her new allies as a means to ultimately try and help her sister so they can one day return home.

Funfacts/Other Stuff:

- Often rides around on her motorcycle.