Indigo wrote:OH PLEASE DO SO!
But i recommend you read up one the last few pages mate so we can include you in our rp. Because we're in a bit of a mess.
Sorry I'm a little late.
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Name: Roanoake
Species: Hare
Occupation: In his own words, a "Gentleman of the Road."
Age: He's not telling, especially not around any pretty young females.
Background: If there is one word to describe Roanoake, it would be "gregarious." Many insist that there are two or three words more commonly associated with him, especially from tavern owners to whom he owes significant tabs. His past has only ever been revealed through his songs and drunken revelries, each story more fantastic than the last. The nearest anyone can make out is that his father was a ten-foot tall rabbit who could break trees with his bare hands and fought against the Cats. His mother was a fair young dame waiting to be rescued from an ensorcelled tower protected by dragons, giants, wolves, and all manner of goblins. Whatever his past, he hides it well.
It is rare to catch a glimpse of Roanoake when he isn't singing, dancing, fighting, or drinking. In these moments of respite, he sits and stares blankly outwards, his eyes filled with something strongly reminiscent of sadness. As quickly as this strange meditation comes upon him, the rabblerousing begins anew, usually more fevered and flustered than it was before.
Roanoake does not at first appear to be anything more than an oddly dressed hare who talks too loudly and can't seem to sit still. But as many bandits and mercenaries have found out too late, beneath this jovial exterior lies a dark strain of ruthlessness and cunning. An expert with the rapier and an odd parrying knife designed to trap and break swords, Roanoake has bested numerous foes.
The Rapier:
The Parrying Knife:
Roanoake is a hare without a home, a traveler by heart and by trade. He can usually be found separating gullible kits of their coin and bamboozling townsfolk with some hastily thought out scheme. He is always ready to drink, dance, sing, and if necessary, kill.