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Roland, Merc

Started by Draconian, April 03, 2017, 04:51:28 PM

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Name Roland Topaz
Age 88
Gender Male
Species Kulshedra
Ethnicity Topaz
Height 6'5"
Occupation Mercenary
Residence  Everywhere.

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Physical Description Roland is a giant man. For the most part he looks human except for a few key features. His ears, instead of rounded, are fleshy, moveable and scaled. His eyes are a deep reddy-orange and he's the keeper of a strange seam from his lips to his ears - he can, in fact, open his mouth quite wide though, unless he's trying to scare someone away, he's grown out doing it. He has golden skin and along his forehead and cheeks, down his neck and in various places of his body are scales.  On his chest is a 'gem' of sorts, it has no purpose and is simply a 'thing' his species is born with not unlike a belly-button ( which he also has).

Along the left side of his face are four scars, the fifth being a chunk from his ear.


Personality  Roland has always had a bit if a problem with authority. Which is why he is no longer Topaz. He is however, stubborn, a little serious and quick to learn.

Magic/Abilities He's big and strong and can smack people with his tail should he choose to.

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History
Born to a northern clan of Kulshedra, Roland - then Topaz, was a simple warrior. Like most of his colour, they were made to fight and it wasn't so long ago that he simple grew tired of it. Very rarely do they venture away from their home to trade, but the winter had been harsh on them and they'd taken to trade for food. The fall had taken his young and its mother from him. It had been unable to be born and had taken its life and its mothers with it. Topaz was to blame, the young had been his and he knew that was as good as a life sentence of loneliness.

It was on a trading route, guarding his peoples caravan that he'd found a human settlement and simply stayed, never to return to his clan. It was by choice and he didn't regret it.

This all occurred about fifteen years ago. The memories still make him sad sometimes, but he'd adapted well enough to life with humans. The clothing was odd and he'd never taken to wearing shoes - he could ride horses to a degree but it was awkward with his tail. Despite that, he was good with weapons and rather intimidating looking, and has been a sellsword for as many years as he's been away. Taking simple guard jobs while he slowly figured out his purpose in life. If he had one.

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