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Roclin
Roclin "Roc" Keighley
| Name | Roclin |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Trader, both in legal and not-so-legal goods |
| Age | Young Adult |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | East Bree |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | He stands a good two inches taller than the average Bree Man, which would most likely be the first thing people would notice about him. Despite him being known to fight, drink, and generally cause trouble, his clothes and possessions are almost always clean, and neat, giving him a refined look.He has a short black beard, with no mustache, and long, tied back hair of the same color. He's well-built, with broad shoulders, and doesn't like to make a lot of small talk. He's almost always blunt, or tries to be. He has a long scar running down his face, enough to suggest he knows how battles can go, but also enough to show that he knows how to duck. He's well tanned, and his hands are calloused, becoming another hint at his less-then-peaceful lifestyle. He almost always has a broadsword at his hip. He has a very deep voice, that is surprising even for a man of his age and build. |
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Background
Roclin was born in Combe, raised there until his late teens. He comes from a poor family, not having much money, but enough to get by -- until his sister was blinded by a fever when she was younger. He stayed for some time, being the only one in the family able to really understand her, and help her cope with her newfound disability.
He and his parents fought, after she was blinded, which ended with him leaving a few years after she went blind. He first went to the Lone-Lands, spending some time as a highwayman, and a drunkard.
After the drink started to take up more of his time than anything else, he took what money he made in his dishonesty, and moved up to Trestlebridge, where he sunk into a depression.
He lived up there for some time, until a friendly man pulled him from his thoughts and the bottle, and decided to teach him a more honest way to survive, the business of trading.
Roc decided to use those skills, once the man had moved on, and packed his things, going down to Bree. Once he arrived in the town, he set up shop in the streets, doing naught but working for a while, until his sister showed up on his doorstep.
Since then, he's taken her in, and has expanded the business, still living in Bree-Town, and still doing well.
(WIP)
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| Rivals/Enemies | The Bree Watch, in general |
