Young barbarian (TK’s workshop)

[TonberryKing]

"I alone guide my hand.

Only I can find my solace; no one else will do it for me."

https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/?id=2860251

Name: Rocola Adeene Lostblade

Race: Wood-Elf

Classes: Barbarian 3 // Fighter 2

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Appearance

An amazon through and through, Rocola's shoulders are broader than most males and her limbs sculpted from cocoa colored stone. Her hair is a short, dark, ruddy shock that waves upwards, but what really catches the eye is that she is masked. A dull gray scarf is wrapped loosely but intricately around her lower face and tighter over her forehead, the knots of the ensemble rest on the right side of her head behind the ear. There's nothing mysterious underneath; she will tug it down to eat/drink, revealing a perfectly normal elven face, but the fact that she bothers to at all gives her a (dangerous) mysterious air. Her clothes look suspiciously like the patched and repaired remains of a militia patrolman's uniform (but not one of Daggerford's,) darkened as though she's been living in them for untold ages. They are study enough rags to hide her personal armor, at least.

The blade she carries, however, is a big bastard of a wicked scimitar that doesn't match the rest of her gear. In fact, it could be accurately appraised as something an orcish warlord would have commissioned, not an elven weapon. Its hilt is a twisted steel bar in the shape of an S, its grip wrapped in black leather and thick metal wire, its pommel a grinning skull. The blade itself is dark with damascus patterns swirling about its surface that seem to swallow up any blood spilt on it...

 

Personae

A smoldering, dour woman, Rocola is decidedly NOT one of the wood elves of the Laughing Hollow or the Misty Forest. In fact, she would say it's been about a year or three since those graceless tree-humpers strongly implied she wasn't welcome to settle down in either place.

Not that she doesn't seem to regret burning those particular bridges, but Rocola soldiers on through whatever she is put through (whether or not it's her own fault in the first place.) "She doesn't complain about Anything," is perhaps the most oft repeated compliment given to her, that is, after anything regarding her ability to fight but that is another beast altogether. Rocola endures. The weather, the elements, the hell of combat, the insufferable company of others, all of it. When she takes on a job, as long as certain lines are not crossed by her employers, she will accomplish it come hell or high water.

Despite all of this, Rocola is an oft misunderstood woman. She is not terribly skilled at expressing herself to those she actually tolerates, let alone favors, and seems to be troubled by something so all encompassing that anything else in life is incapable of phasing her. But she still has desires. She still casts aside half-full tankards to go stare into the night sky without a word. She walks away from second or third job offers given by those who see her usefulness. She is still searching for some missing piece or peace in her life. Or perhaps, she's seeking to find something to replace what was lost...

 

History

No matter who she slays, what jobs she undertakes or however many obstacles in life that she climbs over, her brother isn't coming back. Her family remains shattered.

Though not all the details and particulars are known, or perhaps ever will be, Rocola was at some point part of an elven caravan heading for the Retreat. She never made it there; brigands got the drop on the entourage and her brother was skewered with a rusty curved sword the orc who wielded it didn't even bother to retrieve when the dust settled. Her twin brother. Rocola undertook a quest for vengeance on the spot, spending the following few years hunting and training for the chance to find her brother's murderer, and when she finally returned with that orc's head to Evermeet she was, ultimately, turned away. The survivors of the caravan didn't recognize her for who (or what) she had become and she was far too undisciplined to stay for very long in any branch of the Evermeet's military.

She was sent back to the mainland in shame on a rickety old trader's vessel and disappeared into the wilderness the moment she put the docks behind her. For all anybody knew, she became a ghost for a few years more. Witnesses in Daggerford would note that a strange, masked elf kept showing up from time to time for supplies or to repair her weapons. Never long enough for the militia to grab hold of her, though some of the officers wonder if it's such a good idea to try.

 

 

Edited December 9, 2023 by TonberryKing (see edit history)

[TonberryKing]

Updated with character sheet, actual character, and her general backstory, minus whatever inciting incident lands her in the party.