Tork Jerekh






The Hork-Bajir Tork was born into a cold place, sanitary and unfeeling with nothing to eat but processed sawdust, and to a mother whose Yeerk controller didn’t allow her to express affection.  The minute he was ready to be weaned from her embrace, he was infested with a Yeerk of his own and forced into rigorous physical training to become part of the next batch of Blue-Bands.  

He knew from the beginning that something was wrong, at least on an instinctual level.  He knew how much he loved trees, as little as he got to see them inside of the facility.  He knew how much he yearned for affectionate physical contact, even though the voice in his head didn’t allow so much as a pat on the back.  The yeerk in his head was a strict professional, having been a Blue-Band in his late previous host, and was determined to use Tork to the best of his abilities as a weapon.  Tork, not knowing any better, was meek and compliant the whole time.  Rebellion never occurred to him, because it was simply never an option.  At least, not until the breakout.  

It was a small uprising, starting as five organized human hosts breaking free during their yeerks’ feeding time.  The five became twenty armed with dracon beams, and soon the facility was a warzone.  Tork was in the middle of the crossfire, still locked in his cage as a liberated human caught his terrified gaze.  Without a word, the human turned and blasted the lock clean off, reached in, and pulled Tork out by the horns.  “Run or fight!” called another nearby human.

Tork, being young, scared, and confused, chose to run.  He didn’t have that voice in the back of his head, moving for him, carrying him through the situation like all of his training exercises.  He was now lost and terrified in the screaming and noise around him.  In a near blind panic, he fled with the other escaped captives and managed to make it out of the facility, but didn’t stop to regroup with them.  He just kept running and disappeared into the woods.

He didn’t realize it at the time, but a couple of the humans followed after him, as they had no idea where to go either.  They caught up to him in the woods, and decided to hide in the woods for the time being.  The humans went back to their homes to retrieve as much as they could before the yeerks did, and set up for long-term camping.  Despite the paranoia of having to hide every time an aircraft passed overhead and moving camp every day, spending time with these people was his first meaningful interaction with others and easily the happiest he’d ever been in his entire life.  

Eventually they were discovered by scouts for the Free Hork-Bajir and taken to the hidden valley, where they joined the Resistance and conducted many raids with Toby’s forces to help free more Hork-Bajir before that stronghold was eventually abandoned.

Tork is large, even for a Hork-Bajir, as he was bred and trained for peak physical condition for his species.  He is extremely familiar with various forms of weaponry, having handled dracons and more since he was big enough to hold them.  His early training left him with certain scars, but they aren’t immediately visible due to his outgoing warm and affectionate nature.  He is best described as a gentle giant, with an unprejudiced love for anything he finds cute (which is almost any living thing smaller than he is).  Just don’t be caught on the wrong side of the battlefield when he’s there.



Huzzah, our first free Hork-Bajir! Can't wait to see him in action.

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Amidst the mists and coldest frosts,
with stoutest wrists and loudest boasts,
he thrusts his fists against the posts
and still insists he sees the ghosts.

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