Description
Skulking through every shadow, a lowly dark man comes into your view. Garbed
with unrecognizable arrays, Roelkin keeps a coy and savvy stature about
his presence in constant, whilst all the same maintaining a seemingly
keen sense towards his surroundings. Confidently sliding about, the
snickery man, no more than five feet tall, sizes up everyone in his
vicinity. You notice the flare in his eyes and the toll taken towards
his drow skin from living a life of an undersider and shadow dweller,
lastly you chance to catch a glimpse leaving you with
Role
The Guilded Rogue
Added Sat Nov 24 23:09:14 2007 at level 36:
. Sweet Roelkin, bastardized orphan of Galadon, street dwelling
. swindler, troublemaker, liar, backstabbing scum. Anything for a buck,
. and twice as much for a laugh.
. Roelkin is a savvy dark-elf that has become an infamous finger in
. the shadows towards any and all walks of life. His only apparent
. loyalties proudly go into his guild, and towards his self desires.
.
. His recent enthusiasms have been pickpocketing the BattleRagers every
. chance he can get, befriending just enough of them to keep from
. becoming marked.
.
. Warring against the Shadow Sect of the Empire, justified in a personal
. vendetta against one in particular, he holds the entire sect responsible
. for their actions, while actively working with members of Black, and
. Blades, to turn them against each other, furthering the created
. chaos that he thrives on so.
.
. Roelkin has no sense of Honor, and will go at nigh any means to get what
. he wants and truly live up to be the profitable thief of Galadon as
. he has ambitions to be.