Rolf

[*redgolem]

Basic Information
Name: Rolf
Aliases: Rolf
Gender: Male
Race: (primitive prehistoric hin-like "missing link" between many humanoid races, according to certain scolars)
Age: Unknown, but looks to be in his prime. (Rolf has drunk from the Styx too many times to remember how old he is, or to remember that he has drunk from the Styx even)
Profession: Hunter-gatherer
Languages: primitive broken common, strange dialect of what seems to combine common, halfling, orc, and goblin (not particularly understandable to anyone modern)
Accent: Primitive cave-man sounding

Physical Information
Height: 3 ft
Weight: 40 lbs
Body build: Muscular, stout.
Skin: rough with a slightly greenish tint, covered with sweat and grime, and scars from a thousand battles
Hair: crude black tribal mohawk, much body hair
Eyes: fierce, black, feral

Mental Information
Alignment: Chaotic good
Philosophy: primitive and uncivilized, there is no room for manners and masks that civilized peoples put on
Personality:

[u]Blunt[/u] [i]Just tells it the way he sees it, without regards to manners or nuances[/i] [u]Wild[/u] [i]Sniffs people and things, pees to mark territory[/i] [u]Jovial[/u] [i]Good-natured boisterous cheerfulness[/i] [u]Gullible[/u] [i]will often believe things told to him[/i] [/li]

Additional Information
Gear: Wears a cap made of a wolf's head. Always has an axe handy.
Jewelry: None
Habbits/hobbies: sniffing people and things, marking territory with urine
General Health: Stout and healthy
Weaknesses: gullibility

[*redgolem]

(Words wrapped with '::' are in the illithid language)



The illithid scholar ::Blpblupllth:: (Bob for short) stood silently in a dark corner the Sigil marketplace, patiently scanning the scene. Bob watched the oblivious ::cattle:: in their to-and-fro, mating and courting rituals, and territorial dominance behaviors.

Bob, was tasked by the Elder Brain with composing a careful and thorough study and recommendation of lesser known or unidentified species of ::cattle:: in Sigil, for potential use as new and novel breeding stock for slave, food, and experiments.

"Humans, gnomes, elves, dwarves, hin, half-breeds. These I have already seen," muttered Bob telepathically to himself, looking disinterestedly at gaudily dressed gnome singing in the marketplace.

"What other flavors of ::cattle:: will arrive today?" thought Bob as he scanned about, quite focused on task.

"SNIFF SNIFF!" Suddenly Bob felt something aggressively bump into his crotch area. Whatever it was, it was sniffing at Bob's crotch area?!

Startled and with mouth tentacles writhing and flaring, Bob looked down and saw at first glance what appeared to be one of the most ugly hin he had ever seen, if it even was a hin. It had a slightly greenish tinge to the skin, a feral but constipated expression, a very robust muscular build, and certainly looked a lot more primitive than other hin that he had seen before. Was this just a midget orc or a new goblin crossbreed? Perhaps a deformed but retarded mongrelman? And why is it actually sniffing me? thought Bob. Whatever it was, it piqued Bob's sinister curiosity.

Immediately the illithid probed into the little creature's mind, encountering very little mental defenses. So, this specimen calls itself "Rolf". It appears weak-willed and of low intellect mentally, but hardy physically. This makes for a good potential candidate for the study, and for other things... thought Bob, as his mouth tentacles writhed in sinister delight.