| Player name : |
Christina |
| Character Name : |
Rokal |
| Gender : |
Male |
| Race : |
Elf, Pureblood (tramp) |
| Tribe : |
Trader Camp |
| Age : |
320 +/- |
| Parents : |
Krano (father/presumed deceased), Fael (mother/presumed deceased) |
| Siblings : |
Neeloh (sister) |
| Other Relatives : |
Foriel (aunt/deceased), Zorayn (cousin) |
| Lovemate(s) : |
as many as he can get!! He's not above flirting with every maiden he gets his eyes on… but if he ties himself deeply to a woman, then fun and play can take his eyes not his heart away from her. He's very smitten with Ra'naa |
| Lifemate(s) : |
None |
| Recognized : |
possibly to Ailin (deceased) |
| SoulSibling : |
None |
| Children : |
possibly a daughter (Azalea) |
| Friends : |
Neeloh, Zorayn, Hiss, Aelort, Ra'naa, Rain, Azalea, Nightthief, Tsoel, Bluefox |
| Magics : |
Sending |
| Skills : |
A sensual acrobatic dancer, has a good head for affairs and is very clever. He may just seem a jester but deep inside he's a patient strategist with a very narrow mind. Rokal always gets away with a card up his sleeve and he can flip situations upside down so that he gets the upper hand no matter what. He's a damn good liar and a bit of a smuggler, which is why he's also incredibly rich - for a Tramp at any rate. |
| Hobbies : |
Flirting, dancing, playing several instruments (mostly flute, mandolin and accordion), acting, fishing, turning anything into a source of money, observing the humans |
| Weapons : |
A short curved sword, but he's skilled with almost every kind of weapons. |
| Tools : |
---- Pending ---- |
| Hunting party : |
Yes |
| Personality : |
Rokal is very much one who lives in the moment. He's sly, clever and crafty like a fox, with a sharp mind and fast reflexes. Daring and bold, he has a vivacious personality open to so many interests. He's a bit of a dreamer, and longs for the old times when elves could freely embark in quests of their own. No-nonsense, streetwise and thoroughly independent, he's apparently a rogue although he's the first to admit that he was "toughened" by his often-harsh lifestyle. He has a theatrical personality, almost as if he was always on a stage under the spotlight, and is a born actor. He's passionate and impetuous and can be quite wild in contrast to the calm grace of the PegasusRiders and the lofty aristocracy of the GryphonRiders - which is possibly why the others Tramp bands compare him to a mustang (hence the popular saying "Horses you can tame but never a man like Rokal"). He clings dearly to his freedom and deeply believes in his ideals which he considers the only thing worth fighting for. Yet, he's hardly what one would call ruthless or carefree. With his friends he's loyal, frank and straightforward. He has all of a leader's best qualities, and although he barks a lot, he's really the most patient male in the world at heart. It takes a great effort from both parties to really make Rokal angry at someone - Azalea being the only one who truly irks him with her witty, sarcastic remarks and her blunt haughtiness. He's a terrible flirt, and tends to be coy and insistent around most females. He likes a good challenge, and will pursue any female who does not instantly give in to his charm - though if he realizes a woman doesn't really want to have anything to do with him, he'll just let her be and apologize. While he's generally a feisty, live-and-let-live, gregarious one among his fellow Tramps, he has manners and does display them in public - especially in those tribes that have granted sanctuary to his kin. Still, his only loyalty goes to his Jesters, and he wouldn't trade or cheat on them for his life. Generally very nimble, with strong opinions of how the world should go, he's never one to keep his view on elves or things all bottled up. He considers the Three Lakes war to be a waste of time, other than a total idiocy, and is not above teasing and criticizing the three tribes' elves for the senseless mess they got involved with. His enemies may see a different and less pleasant side of his personality - he's generally not vengeful, but not one to be crossed. He's cold, hard-hearted and unforgiving if anything poses a threat to his friends, and is a force to be reckoned with when a band of humans or a troll ambush hits his Jesters. Although he may seem a bit of a rascal, the Tramps tend to respect him and he's earned himself a reputation for being a loyal fellow and a fair-though-not-completely-honest merchant. He's part scoundrel, part stage talent, and all… uhm… bachelor.
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| Likes : |
Goading the Three Lakes elves, dancing, having fun, getting some gold in the Jesters pockets, all of his friends, women, and messing things up. He's a born trouble-maker. |
| Dislikes : |
Azalea's remarks, trolls, humans, the Three Lakes war, people who look down on his band. |
| Fears : |
Freezing to death, hedgehogs (don't ask… just don't ask! Another Tramp kid tied a dead hedgehog above his bed when he was five. He's been dead scared of them ever since… he knows it's stupid, but he just can't stand them), phoenixes (he is VERY supestitious!) |
| Hopes : |
That the war might soon come to an end, possibly without taking its toll on the Tramps |
| Dreams : |
To earn himself and the Jesters a small fortune |
| Strong Points : |
A born strategist, he thinks things through before jumping into actions - but never to the point that he thinks too much when action is needed. He's quick to draw conclusions, a good watcher and listener, and generally keen in his assumptions. He always has his line of action dead clear before his eyes. Unlike some others Tramps, he can handle cold and heat alike and is unaffected by the "summer tantrums" all too popular among his people. He's very ambitious and forthright. |
| Weak Points : |
Despite the fact that he drinks regularly at the Tramps gatherings and from his flasks, he's not physically addicted to alcohol and can consume a lot of it. However he gets REALLY drunk from time to time and in such circumstances it'd be wiser not to cross him. He can be physically threatening, forget his manners and even go as far as to insult and verbally hurt those he loves, including his sister. Afterwards he has the good grace to apologize and feel true remorse for his doing, but that does not excuse the fact. On a minor note - he's illiterate and highly superstitious. |
| Outlook on Life : |
Preserving his freedom and pursuing down success. |
| Quotes : |
"All right, you lot, listen up. The stage's waiting for us, the lights are on and out there's an audience ready to pelt us with gold." *pauses* "Let's knock them DEAD!"
"I don't expect anything from trolls that isn't treachery, half-mouthed curses, lies, and boundless stupidity."
"Showtime, my fellow jesters! Ready, set, FIRE!"
(to a random lady) "What's such a precious little flower as yourself doing out here alone?"
(alternatively) "Hey here, cutie. Don't worry, I didn't expect you to resist me, nobody ever does!"
"Really… don't you Three Lakes elves have anything better to do than playing 'let's pretend I am a human' ?" |
| Tribal Duties : |
Leader: Travelling Jesters, thief, trader, carver, flute-player, dancer, musician. |
| Hair : |
Rokal's hair verges more toward brown than his sister's, a chestnut so dark you'd almost call it black if it wasn't for the highlights. It hangs to his shoulders, loose and fairly straight, though it always keeps up the slightest hint of a natural wave throughout it. He doesn't really comb or cuts his hair very often, but it's still clean and practical and that's what counts to him. |
| Eyes : |
Dark moss green tinged with brown, the color hazels sometimes have. His eyes are small, narrow and keen and often shine with cunning. And they are crowned by thick, smooth black eyebrows. |
| Facial Features : |
Squared and very manly, yet handsome. He has a gorgeous face with high cheekbones, a strong straight nose and a broad forehead. His jaw is stubbly, hardly clean-shaven though not to the points that he develops an actual face-fur. His skin has a lovely tan due to the constant exposure to direct sun light. |
| Scars : |
Nothing significant. |
| Birthmarks : |
None |
| Other Marks : |
Tribal tattoos on his left arm - represent a stylised dragon. Might sport other tattoos during celebrations. |
| Height : |
5'5" verging toward 5'6'' |
| Build : |
He's tall for a male, lanky with a svelte built, but also very strong. He has a well developed upper body, a broad chest and muscled arms. Long, lean legs - but toned nonetheless. Gives an overall appearance of agility and grace, though not so much that he seems feminine. In fact, there's just no way to mistake him for a female. He has that slim, athletic built that results from intensive physical activities and generally makes most women drool. |
| Clothing : |
A soft red tunic worn loosely on his shoulders, never laced and easy to take off. Long slate back pants, hardbound leather boots with golden buckets, and a black belt. Sometimes wears a large basket hat (think Rainsong - Sun Folk era) |
| Jewelry : |
Depending on the occasions he'll wear medallions or earrings |
| Possessions : |
None other than his freedom. |
| Personal History : |
Rokal and Neeloh were born by a couple of elderly Tramps who, albeit not exceptionally rich, were nonetheless well-faring financially. Their father Krano owned a circus (which probably explains why the two of them feel so drawn to the stage), while their mother performed as second assistant to the band's magician and had herbal skills of her own. Raised halfway between the colored, glamorous world of performances and the chaotic, action-filled behind-the-scenes workload, Rokal was spellbound by that life, even as a toddler. The circus elves considered themselves to be just one large family and as he grew up, the young Tramp lad quickly found his place in there as well as his first lovemate in one of the ballerinas. He also decided that some day he'd become a Ringmaster, and direct his fellow artist as they gracefully whirled on and off the stage.
Eventually, there came a time when affairs weren't going that strong anymore. After a falling branch during a performance resulted in the death of two of the acrobats, the structure was written off as "dangerous" for entertainers and audience alike. As if this wasn't enough, a marauding band of humans broke in during nighttime and stole all of Krano's precious trained horses, killing the master knife-thrower Vell in the process. And yet the worst blow of all had to be the death of Rokal's mother, who had always been a frail woman in spite of her skills as herbal healer. Soon, it became obvious that Krano's interest in the circus and in his own life was thinning away without his lifemate to balance and support him. Audience grew thinner, and so did the incomes. Still, Rokal believed that the circus could be saved somehow. He knew what they were all capable of, and really though
t they could rise up from their bad fortune and shine brighter than ever. When his father sold his favorite tiger (possibly the main attraction) to a weaver who was only interested in her pelt, Rokal felt like Krano - the man he admired so much as a kid/teen - had been cheating on them. In his opinion his sire was being very stupid to let the circus drift aboard, while it might as well have been their only salvation from debts; the whole thing almost felt like betrayal to him. Finally, when Krano let the artists know that he'd be shutting down the business, Rokal was so angry that he decided to leave, together with his sister - who was just shy of fifty at that time. To date he still hasn't heard from his old fellow circus elves; either they were too shamed to ever get in touch again or they built up their own "fortune" elsewhere. He just hopes that they all made it somehow and weren't killed by the brutish humans. As for his father, he heard at some point that Krano had also died, but he never bothered finding out whether the rumor was true. Even now that years have passed Rokal is still quite bitter when it comes to his sire and the way he disrupted all of his dreams.
Although the circus had closed down, still Neeloh and Rokal's souls were all but broken. During one of their travels they eventually met up with their cousin Zorayn, from Tholus's band of Tramps, and spent a few turns together with her group. Rokal, however, didn't particularly like Tholus; most importantly, he believed they could do better than just gathering in the winter and scattering in the summer. It also happened that he and Tholus had conflicting personalities; the tribe had no room for two leaders, just like in an hen-pen there's no room for two fighting cockerels. In the end, Rokal decided to found his own band of gitants, together with his sister and all those who would follow. Zorayn, Tsoel and her lovemate Drenash were the first Traveling Jesters to take up the name. A few more wanderers would also join up as time passed by.
Rokal, however, had others plans for his followers that weren't just being a band of Tramps among the many. The Jesters would roam freely all across the territory of the Three Lakes, in blatant spite of the whole war-thing; and they'd offer not just trade, but a selected assortment of acts to those tribes who granted them with sanctuary. Performances included tribal dances, storytelling, fortune-telling and some small "magic" acts - that weren't really about magic itself, but merely some good ol' fashioned slight of hand. The years spent in his father's circus clearly had a great influence over this concept - but unlike Krano, Rokal could never afford buying a tent, trained horses, or (High Ones bless it) a tiger. Eventually, this didn't prevent him from pursuing his dreams this one time. Soon the idea proved out to be a winning one, and the Jesters suddenly became popular, sought after - and well-paid, too. To date they are in business with the PegasusRiders of Rillforest Holt and the GryphonRiders of Killbeak Mountain, as well as with some troll colonies. An early deal with the CatRiders was scheduled but never really worked out, although the Jesters remain in friendly terms with some of Snowcry's tribemates - including the half-Tramp thief Bluefox. Recently, Rokal even managed to steal a caravan hauled by nohumps from a band of fivefingers; it's not quite like having a tent of their own, but still it's the Jesters most prized possession. As Rokal playfully remarks from time to time, "we are on our way to become the first itinerant circus ever in the elfin history".
Although they sometimes have business with the trolls, their relationship is generally ambivalent and verges often toward distrust and treachery from both sides. Many Jesters were killed, robbed, or enslaved for cheating the trolls - much to Rokal's grief. Eventually, the rest of the band always managed to repay the debt in kind by robbing and hitting on lonesome trolls, or messing with troll ambushes when they had a chance to. Yet Rokal feels somewhat responsible at heart for the deaths of brave, valiant tribesmen such as Tsoel and many others.
To date the Jesters have grown in number and now include Neeloh, Zorayn, Hiss, Aelorth and Azalea. Recently, two wanderers have also joined the band - the stray PegasusRider foal Sundrop and the young Tramp dancer Ra'naa. Rokal, however, is always on the lookout for new talents - males and females - who want to earn some gold in their pockets and who are not afraid to work and travel through these war-torn lands. Recruits should ask to speak straight to him, as he really is friendly and easy to get along with.
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