Name: Rokter of Hapri
Race: Human
Gender Male
Age: 36
Description: Standing at about 6’ 8’’ and weighing in around 350 pounds, Rokter is a veritable giant of a man. He is black, and this is compounded by the fact that he spent half his life in the open desert, so his skin is about as dark as it gets. His hair is cut short and he has a baby face, which is perpetually lit by a goofy smile. His clothing is mainly simple leather, and his sword is carried slanted across his back with the hilt sticking up over his left shoulder.
Personality: Loud, talkative, and rowdy, he is almost incapable of silence. He is very fond of children and horses, and these return his affection in like manner. He sincerely believes that life exists to be experienced, and does not hesitate to encourage others to that end. Although he is not always aware of how his size and energy affect others, he is of a gentle nature. A self-designated ladies’ man, he actually falls short of that mark, though this hardly seems to perturb him in the slightest.
Background: Rokter was born into one of the many nomadic tribes which dwell deep in the heart of the Hapri desert. Like all children of Hapfolk birth, he was exposed to hard labor and the rigorous demands of survival from an early age. Big even by Hapfolk standards, he took part in intertribal wrestling and contests of strength all through his youth.
At age 18, a group of Aldonadians were in attendance at the tribal games, when one of the swordsmen (presumably drunk) issued a challenge that whoever could land a blow on him would be welcome to join the League as a page. After several men were sliced to ribbons, Rokter came forward. It looked like it was going to be just another boring match for the swordsman, but Rokter had other ideas. Instead of doing anything fancy, he just walked right up to the guy, took a nasty stab through the spleen and kidney, and knocked him senseless with a punch to the face. Needless to say, Rokter became a page.
He is now a full-fledged and seasoned Aldonadian under the leadership of Master Rhingar. He hopes someday to settle down and start a business somewhere… if he ever tires of the adventure.
SPECIAL SKILLS
Boom-baby
Rokter’s sword is a six-foot affair, generally wielded in two hands, although one-handed use is not uncommon for him. In the hands of someone as big as Rokter, Boom-baby is a force to be held in awe and terror. On top of that, it has the ability to explode like an oversized stick of dynamite and subsequently reconstruct itself in about ten seconds. The downside is that although Rokter himself is protected from this blast, others are not. Also, low ceilings and narrow hallways tend to make swinging difficult.
Race: Human
Gender Male
Age: 36
Description: Standing at about 6’ 8’’ and weighing in around 350 pounds, Rokter is a veritable giant of a man. He is black, and this is compounded by the fact that he spent half his life in the open desert, so his skin is about as dark as it gets. His hair is cut short and he has a baby face, which is perpetually lit by a goofy smile. His clothing is mainly simple leather, and his sword is carried slanted across his back with the hilt sticking up over his left shoulder.
Personality: Loud, talkative, and rowdy, he is almost incapable of silence. He is very fond of children and horses, and these return his affection in like manner. He sincerely believes that life exists to be experienced, and does not hesitate to encourage others to that end. Although he is not always aware of how his size and energy affect others, he is of a gentle nature. A self-designated ladies’ man, he actually falls short of that mark, though this hardly seems to perturb him in the slightest.
Background: Rokter was born into one of the many nomadic tribes which dwell deep in the heart of the Hapri desert. Like all children of Hapfolk birth, he was exposed to hard labor and the rigorous demands of survival from an early age. Big even by Hapfolk standards, he took part in intertribal wrestling and contests of strength all through his youth.
At age 18, a group of Aldonadians were in attendance at the tribal games, when one of the swordsmen (presumably drunk) issued a challenge that whoever could land a blow on him would be welcome to join the League as a page. After several men were sliced to ribbons, Rokter came forward. It looked like it was going to be just another boring match for the swordsman, but Rokter had other ideas. Instead of doing anything fancy, he just walked right up to the guy, took a nasty stab through the spleen and kidney, and knocked him senseless with a punch to the face. Needless to say, Rokter became a page.
He is now a full-fledged and seasoned Aldonadian under the leadership of Master Rhingar. He hopes someday to settle down and start a business somewhere… if he ever tires of the adventure.
SPECIAL SKILLS
Boom-baby
Rokter’s sword is a six-foot affair, generally wielded in two hands, although one-handed use is not uncommon for him. In the hands of someone as big as Rokter, Boom-baby is a force to be held in awe and terror. On top of that, it has the ability to explode like an oversized stick of dynamite and subsequently reconstruct itself in about ten seconds. The downside is that although Rokter himself is protected from this blast, others are not. Also, low ceilings and narrow hallways tend to make swinging difficult.
