Rohan Kelsier
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Creator: Craz
Roleplay: April OS: Everyone has their Demons
Nickname: Rohan, Ro
Age: 24
Profession: Merchant
Race: Human
Outer alliance: Neutral
Inner alliance: Neutral Evil
Appearance: A ridiculously tall and gangly body swaggers in a single pair of baggy multicolored pants with a patched whole in the knee. A red sash swings at his hips, the sound of jangling keys, coins, and other miscellaneous items clinking together with each confident step. A bare, deeply caramelized chest is left mostly exposed, except for the open vest occasionally accompanied by a dingy white shirt with a plunging neckline. He favors jewelry, and his fingers, wrists and neck will be adorned with a glint of a knotty golden ring, a thick bronze circlet, or a chain necklace at any given time. A black, yet slightly faded, scorpion wraps around his left shoulder, its pincers piercing his skin and its stinger deeply embedded into his forearm.
His features are charismatic, but not in the traditional sense. A toothy grin pulls at deep brown dimples and exposes a missing tooth, which he would stick his tongue into when contemplating something. His ears stick out from his head, their tips appearing burnt from sun exposure, and wink with a motley collection of studs, stones, and gages. His left ear is adorned with a striking multicolored feather that reaches his shoulder. His nose is upturned and his nostrils have a habit of flaring. His hair is black and is roughly shaved short around his ears and the back of his head, but sticking up longer on the top. Tied around his forehead is a large scarf, appearing as if stitched together by multiple fabrics, that protects his forehead and hides his thick eyebrows. The scarf is tied in a lumpy bow on the side of his head. His eyes are like the jewelry he wears: a raw green, flashing with a playful deceit.
Personality: Rohan's easygoing and talkative demeanor serves him well in his business. However, he is prone to fickleness. He has been known to have sudden changes in opinions and emotional state, sometimes even triggered over a minor event. When he has felt he has been personally insulted he becomes dangerously cold-blooded. He is very self-serving, and puts himself above all others. Therefore, it isn't above him to slip away while someone else is fighting his fight.
However, he is very protective of his valuables, i.e. his merchant cart and his trusty steed: a mule, named Barley. They are the only things that he will defend to a fault. Otherwise, it's hard to count on him for anything, especially when life depends on it. He carries a wicked looking dagger and a crossbow with him, both he can wield with little loss to his confidence. Since he spends almost all of his time alone on the road, he has mastered the mandolin and the art of belching random folk songs.
Strengths: He can barter and bargain nearly anything, and even in the midst of getting killed, for instance, he can strike a deal. He's like a cockroach in the sense that he always seems to be able to weasel himself out of impossible situations. He fights dirty and on instinct. His open and eccentric manner inclines people to relax more freely around him, and usually underestimate him.
Weaknesses: He is strongly superstitious of anything pertaining to the "supernatural." Thus, he avoids the Sweepers at all costs, and the few times that they have gotten close he disappears, leaving everyone counting on him in the dust. He is very cowardly, prideful in his own way, and selfish. He isn't strong or particularly fast, only smart. He would rat someone else out if it would save his own skin with little sleep lost.
History: Rohan was born as the typical orphan, discarded somewhere on the streets. He doesn't particularly remember that early in his life, or how he lived that long or at all (he has the vague impression of a round woman feeding him strawberries) but sometime he appeared in his memory, as if it was a sudden suggestion to his conscience, as a figure of a scrawny boy scrubbing the floors of a pirate ship. He grew like a weed of the sea on that ship, roots grubbily implanting themselves into the boards faintly tasting of wine, gripping into the fibers of the sails, and sprouting a boy who squinted against the salty spray and whose limbs were as awkward as a calf but as sure as a true sailor's. When he turned ten (he had decided three years earlier when his birthday was), he left the pirates that he had called his family for no reason in particular. It turned out that young boy could scrub weeds out pretty easily.
Then, yet another vague event in his life, he joined a thieving crew. He couldn't recall if he was any good or not, only that he had a heavy pocket by the time he eventually left, or more accurately ran, from them as well. Rohan had some... misunderstandings with the superiors, so to say, that added to his wariness of all things supernatural. He wasn't particularly high in status within the thieves, so he was able to slip away and put a few good days between him and the ringleaders. After that, with the money in his pocket, he bought Barley and the merchant's cart and "retired" to a more vagabond type of life at sixteen. Ever since then he has been selling a motley sort of valuables, weapons, illegal items, herbs, and common pots and pans.