I was too old for this. Thirty years on the beat and starting to think about what the heck I'd do once my bad knee finally gave out. Probably drink myself to death. I'd been a sergeant once, but I couldn't stand the paperwork. Guy like me needs to be out on the street talking to people, so pounding the beat was more my style. Runewulf saw that and demoted me. Always did like him.
I wasn't as much against religion as he was. I never cared for it myself, but I didn't hold it against people who did. I figured, I'd take care of this world and the next would take care of itself. Worked well for me in the Ascendant Court. They could deal with souls, and I went after the guys nicking the offering plate.
But Runewulf called me in and asked me to go over to the new Edgewatch district as a favor to their captain. They needed people who knew what the hell they were doing, help get them in order and all that. I wasn't good as a sergeant, but I did have a knack for helping rookies get on their feet. So I went. Plus, I figured I'd get to see all the crazy sights of the festival.
Day after I reported for duty, I found a bar to have a little tipple before bed. I don't know what was in that drink, but I was out for a while. I woke up to the kind of pain most people never know. The pain of having your eyes gouged out of your skull. Things went downhill from there. Believe me, you don't want to know what I went through. Being tortured to death kind of sucks.
Eventually it ended, and I found myself floating up into the cosmos. Heading for the Boneyard. I was pissed. I wasn't going to let whoever it was get away with this. I began heading back. It wasn't easy. I had to figure out how to grab hold of the space between stars to get back. I don't even know what that means. But doing so let the energy into me. I'd heard about magic, but I guess it was a part of me now.
When I arrived, I came back to the precinct. Freaked out a bunch of them. But the captain simply dicked my pay for being late and told me to get out on the street.
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Rocky watches as one of the officers leaves. He seems to have little sympathy for walking off the post. But he does turn to the others, nodding at Greyjay and TT.
Rocky is on the older side, being in his late fifties. Or at least when he was still alive. His leather armor is worn unevenly, evidence of parts being replaced over time. But the badge is new. Though the armor is solid, he is decidedly less so, being a little translucent with no color.
"Well, I should probably mention this, as it might change how some of you feel about me." He's solemn about it. "The rumors are true. I had an orcish grandfather. Helps to avoid banging my shins in the dark."
With the tension lessened, he continues. "I also died last week, and I'm still getting used to it. Don't know what happened, apparently they drugged me first. Hopefully I can find that out and bring 'em in. 'Figured keeping up with the job's the best way to do that. Wouldn't know what to do with myself after thirty years on the beat."
I expect that he's known Greyjay for a while, and would have met TT on her short stint there. Rocky was a beat officer. He wasn't looking for a promotion. While he was well-liked, he's definitely not organized enough for a leadership role.
He was your basic cop, with no exotic skills (no class levels). He was friendly with lots of people on the beat and usually started dealing with things by talking.
He had a wife, but they have been separated for nearly a decade. Tanissa's a jeweler who moved to the Ivy district after they split. Their daughter Jialissa is 28, and works a horse trainer in the outskirts of the City.
