Ankra was born on the river. His people ride the waters, moving goods and people up and down. At a young age, he discovered that the water sang to him. He could move it and eventually use it as a weapon. He doesn't know how this happened. There are no stories showing where this could have come from. In trying to understand this, he found some druids to talk with at Lake Reykal. They brought him to Vesi, who had a particular knowledge of water. The two came from different worlds, but ended up with a connection. They did occasionally talk about escaping, and he did offer a space on the ship. It was only one season, as his family went upstream and back. When they came back through he had to go with them.
But the idea of escape stayed in his mind. Sharing a boat with your parents and siblings and cousins eventually grows too small. He had been thinking of moving on for a while. Maybe seeing some lands more than a bowshot from the shore. That was when the news of the Fire Queen started spreading. Some group trying to tame the lands and make something more.
This seemed to be an opportunity not just to travel, but to do something interesting. So he said farewell and headed off onto dry land.
Ankra is tall with muscles forged from hard work. When prepared for battle, he wears a bronzed breastplate with equally defined musculature.He carries no weapons, just a knife that's more of a tool than a fighting implement. His long black hair hangs down, often damp as if he's just gotten out of the water. His piercing blue eyes show his emotions on his sleeve.
