User:Roytoc
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Just, so epic!
Morvious said OOC, "Roytoc! The coolest person in hollow that's neither admin or in AC."
Appearance
The Drow stands taller than most, a good five feet and ten inches at the least, that may still be a bit on the short side but it was considerably tall for a Drow. He seems sturdy and fit, bulging biceps and hardened abs, firm legs and chiseled features. Though some could call him ugly because he had many scars but really most didn’t mind, his face had a good few as well as the rest of his body. A smooth patch of skin was plastered on nearly the whole left side of his face, from brow to a little under his cheekbone; the scar looked as if his skin had been burned, yet healed halfway, for it was a lighter hue and obviously scar tissue, yet it didn’t look demented as it may have used to. The tip of his right ear was gone, it looked like it had been torn off with a well-aimed sword stroke, it wasn’t too noticeable, for only about three centimeters were missing. If one were to come across him without anything covering his throat, they would see a very long scar slashing horizontal across the whole of the man’s throat. It looked old, being healed completely by now, one could question how the Drow could have lived such a wound. His chest would bear a huge scar, one that was obviously a laceration when it was still a wound, for it looked as if it tore the whole way through. The Scar reached from the Drow’s collarbone to his bottom rib, arcing out right to left. There were others, a multitude of small scars that the eye would be drawn to then skirt away from; small scars on the leg, small scars on his hands, scars on his thighs, arms, shoulders. But the man’s back was the worst, a thousand plus scars crisscrossing each other upon his back, all tributes to his life in the Underdark. The First Ranger’s smile was a charming one, his scowl frightening. The Ranger usually wore an outfit that he found to his liking; A dark-blue leather vest with the banner of Frostmaw sewn to it’s heart, a tight black button-up shirt under the catchy vest. The Ranger wore gloves of the strongest leather, dyed a dark blue, with polished silver domes atop each knuckle. The gloves reached the Ranger’s elbows and were tucked ‘neath the shirt’s sleeves. The Drow’s pants were black as night and made from the silk of giant Underdark spiders, making the material very strong and durable. His boots reached his knees and were nearly always polished to a sheen, they were made of hardened leather and were also black. More often than not the Drow wore a dark-blue overcoat, covering his vest and shirt, it was also made of spider’s silk, and in turn, was very durable. Along with a wide-brimmed blue hat that the man wore on occasion, he very much usually looked like a musketeer of Frostmaw.
Information
Name: Roytoc Di'Iden
Race: Drow
Class: Shadow Stalker-First Ranger Of Frostmaw
Alignment: Neutral Good (Hanging by a thin string)
Age:387
Height:5'10 ( Which is unusual for a Drow)
Weight:149 lbs
Relationship: Taken
Eye Color: Gray (His eyes are gray for a reason)
Hair: Stark-white, cut to the nape of his neck, usually brushed back and parted
Family:
Mother- Silvia; does not care to talk about her.
Father-deceased, sacrificed by mother.
Brother- Zalctor Alive, living in Cenril. The brother seems to have calmed down greatly.
Adoptive Brother-Namern, alive, living elsewhere happily, finally at peace. May return some day.
Sisters-
Amezi, Sharla, Zeraphena, All alive.
Adoptive Sister- Raziel “Glitch” Ravenwolf Leskovac.
Children-
Son-Zeik (Has never met him)
Son- Godric. Assumed dead, went off to war, hasn’t seen him since
Daughter- Charu
Niece and Nephew- Bill and Lucy Ravenwolf.
About The Drow
“Roytoc Di’Iden, First Ranger of Frostmaw.” That is how most greetings from this Drow go, along with a hardy handshake and a slick nod. The Drow seems to have everything in order now, for his life had been troubling only months earlier, and it has caused the man a heap of stress. Now though, he seemed to have found his balance. He was exuberant at times, stoic and serious at others, when work and business showed itself, he would take up a stern demeanor and get things done. If you met him hunting in the forest, or otherwise relaxing on those rare occasions in the tavern, he would offer for you to either sit or join him. He would talk, offer you a drink and likely rush off only minutes to an hour later on matters of business. When the Ranger isn’t doing his duties in Frostmaw, he was usually doing something related to business in Vailkrin, spending family time in Cenril, or sleeping in Sage forest. The man liked keeping to himself, so he would most times mind his own business with a stoic face whenever seen in public, or even jot down notes in his Ranger’s journal. Roytoc was a kind enough Drow, he didn’t really lust for fights, but in most circumstances wouldn’t shirk from one. Staying on his good side was usually a intelligent choice, for he was a deadly fighter, and a good ally.
____________________________________________ Likes~
Alcohol (Though Hardly Partakes any longer)
The Texture of Feathers (Personal)
The Ocean (Where He Grew Up There Was None)
The Color Purple (What’s not to like)
Frostmaw (One of the Best Places in Hollow)
Smoking (Hardly ever any more)
Forests (Peaceful and Serene)
Mountains (The Feeling of Brisk Mountain Winds)
Silk (Personal)
Druids (Personal)
Music (Is Very Good With the Lute and the Flute)
Art (What more is there to say)
Hunting (Ranger)
Tracking (Ranger)
Venison (Sometimes Drinks the Blood, and Eats the Heart)
___________________________________________ Dislikes~
Alcohol (Causes So Many Problems)
Most Mages and Wizards (Bad experiences)
Most Drow (Pretty Obvious)
Hemorrhaging (Personal Experiences)
Breaking Lute Strings (Is Just Disappointing)
Being Called A liar (So, So Insulting)
People Insulting His Loved Ones Or Friends (Sure way to get under his skin)
Being Pulled By His Ears (It Hurts, Badly)
Losing His Temper (It makes him feel ungentlemanly)
Breaking A Bow String (Damn Does That Hurt)
-RECENT HAPPENINGS-
- Has been brought into a half-brained scheme by a crazy feline, along with an insane brawler type assassin who speaks oddly. They are attempting to retrieve some sort of amulet from a corpse in Gualon...
Funny OOC Moments
Valentin said OOC, "Tiph is the evil Clint Eastwood of Hollow"
Tiphareth said OOC, "More like the cranky old Clint Eastwood from Gran Torino"
Kattanos said OOC, "People check under their bed for the Boogey Man.. The Boogey Man checks under his bed for Chuck Norris.. Chuck Norris checks under his bed for Tiphareth.. Tiphareth checks under the bed for anyone stupid enough to be there.."
Kattanos said OOC, "*shifty eyes* Yeah.. I went there.."
You said OOC, "Hey now! Tiph already blamed Roy for one thing before! Granted, Roy did tell on Cormac's meeting, but there was no reason to blame him!"
Tiphareth said OOC, "Of course there is Roytoc, Tiph is rather honest for a Drow."
Tiphareth said OOC, "He makes a rather public display of how Honest he is... makes it so much easier when he -does- need to get away with a lie."
Tiphareth said OOC, "When Tiphareth stares into the sun, the sun goes blind."
Niawtu said OOC, "Oh, Tiph? If that happens to the sun then what happens when you meet up with epically creepy little Niawtu wraith?"
Tiphareth said OOC, "He says, "how cute""
Niawtu said OOC, "Wait? You mean now that she's a wraith she's cute to Tiph, and not gonna be killed?"
Tiphareth said OOC, "Yeah, basically. And he's allied with Vuryal, so he'd be unlikely to kill Vury's pet."
Niawtu said OOC, "Hmmm.... *Tackle hugs Tiph!!!* Oh! Then I'll call you Uncle Tiphy from now on! Mwahaha!"
Tiphareth said OOC, "Hrm, yeah, that's not gonna work. Maybe he does need to kill you."
Niawtu said OOC, "*backs off* Eep! Alright... Back to being Eldermage, it is.... O.o"
Kattanos said OOC, "Why do I suddenly have the image of Kasyr busting into a funeral with a single demand being shouted in a manner akin to Knightmare from Soul Calibur.... "Sooooouuullllsss!!""