About Rokar LongclawBackground:
Rokar was born into a small, isolated tribe of Catfolk in the hills near the base of the Mindspin Mountains -- the Cliffpaws. Rokar himself was an only child, and one of only a handful of children in the pack. His earliest years were happy; he honed his instincts for hunting and after showing promise was eventually allowed to start accompanying the adults. One day, when Rokar was about twelve or so, he was out with his father and a few other adults, following some strange tracks they'd stumbled upon. However, after a few hours of searching, they were unable to find anything, and turned and made for home. To the horror of the huting party, the they returned to find the rest of the tribe under attack by a gang of hill giants. Rokar's father and the others quickly joined the battle, desperately trying to turn the tide in a fight that was all but over. Realizing the inevitable, Rokar's father yelled to his son to run away. Frozen briefly in horror at the sight of his home being plundered and his community torn asunder, Rokar hesitated, then tried to make his escape. He ran past a giant, ducking under the first swing of his club and turning the corner around an outbuilding. The second swing brought the walls crashing down on him, and everything went dark.
Some time later, Rokar woke up. The first thing he noticed was the weight on him. The second was that everything hurt. He tried to open his eyes, but dust and dirt covered him and stung. So he kept them closed, and tried to work his way free from the rubble, to no avail. He screamed 'help!' in his native tongue, and no one came. Two days passed, and nothing changed. Rokar had long since yelled himself hoarse, and just about given up on trying to work his way free, when he heard a rock shift. Opening his eyes despite the stinging, he saw light come streaming in. A giant white paw, striped with black stripes, like his own, reached forward into the newly created hole. Rokar tried to reach for the paw, forgetting briefly that he both his arms were trapped. Instead the paw wrapped itself aroung another rock and pulled it back, opening the hole further still. As this continued, Rokar tried yelling to whomever was helping him, but got no response. Finally, enough rubble was removed that Rokar's arms were freed, and he could start to work himself out. As he did he looked up and around for his savior, hoping to see his father. A single tear dropped down his face as he realized that is was instead a large cat. Not a Catfolk, but a wild cat - a white tiger. Rokar stumbled towards the cat, a muttered a quiet 'Thank You' as he looked around at the rest of his home. The giants were long gone, retreated into the hills most likely, and had left nothing but waste behind. Crestfallen, Rokar took everything in, and promised himself he'd remember. Then, putting a hand on the cat's back, he took a knee, looked the beast in the eye, and said 'Thank You', again. Recognizing the state he was in, Rokar sadly acknowledged he'd not be able to stay in the hills alone. Already his legs were tired from just a few moments of standing, and he' d not had food or drink in days. He could find water nearby, but food would be harder, as he was in no condition to hunt. He made the sad decision to trek away from his home to Trunau, a few days away, for some much-needed medical care. As he started towards the stream, the cat followed, and Rokar smiled, surprising himself. Rokar arrived in Trunau a few days later, in a sorry state. He'd been hurt worse than he'd realized, and if not for the support of the cat, whom he'd named Milani, he'd wouldn't have made it at all. When he arrived, after the villagers realized he was no threat, he was taken in and cared for at the Sanctuary. The whole time, Milani never left his side. As time passed, Rokar healed, and started to build a life for himself in the Trunau. He joined in with the hunters, and who found both his trained skills and his wild instincts a valuable addition to their group, but he's never forgotten what the giants took from him, and he wouldn't hesistate to be able to pay them back in turn if given the chance. These days, Rokar spends most of his time either prowling the walls, or out on hunting or scouting expeditions, but yearns for more.
Friends/Enemies:
Known Friend Krolket Wander is an eccentric old gnome ranger who now makes permanent residence at the Ramblehouse. They shared a wall before Rokar moved to the Longhouse, and became good friends. Krolket's animal companion is an ancient looking tortoise called Terp, and Krolket can often be found riding the animal around town, muttering to it in a language that few, if any, understand. Unknown Friend
Known Enemy
Unknown Enemy
Stats:
Rokar Longclaw
Melee: 2 claws +4 (1d4+2,x2) (Bludgeoning/Slashing)
BAB:+2 CMB:+4 CMD:16
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AC: 18 Touch: 14, Flat-Foot: 14 (+4 natural armor, +4 Dex)
BAB +2
Special Attacks: rake (1d4)
Feats: Improved Natural Armor, Iron Will, Outflank, Pack Flanking
Religion:
Rokar doesn't specifically worship a deity. Between his childhood experiences and his time as a hunter in Trunau, he's come to see that in Nature, the strong survive. He's got a self-determined moral code in which he strives to be a good member of his community, but he's not above bringing retribution to those who've done wrong, or squandered goodwill. Rokar doesn't deny the existence of gods, which would be rather hard to do in Golarion, but he doesn't see them as infallible. Instead, he appreciates the good things that people gifted with divine power choose to do, like clerics and others, and believes that his own powers come not from a deity, but from Nature itself. |
