The Empire of Rokara is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Lyrix Blackheart with an iron fist, and remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, smutty television, and infamous sell-swords. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 10.919 billion Rokaraians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Oceania. The average income tax rate is 71.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The Rokarian economy, worth a remarkable 1,253 trillion Valens a year, is broadly diversified and dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Tourism, and Book Publishing. Black market activity is rampant. Average income is an impressive 114,823 Valens, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

Vacationing Rokaraians expect to be treated as royalty, viewers get headaches from trying to read the screen full of small print warnings that precede most TV shows, adverts depict men giving birth while cursing the women who got them into trouble, and the elderly are killed softly with a song. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Rokara's national animal is the Black-Furred Wolf, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Rokara is ranked 89,423^rd in the world and 6^th in Pocket Monster Isles for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 2,436.46 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.