About Roland ReinhertCharacter:
Size: Medium; 5' 10" 145 lbs HP: 12 AC: 19; Touch 14; Flat-footed 15 Saves: Fort +1; Ref +6; Will +1 BAB +1 Speed: 35 ft Special Abilities/Class Abilities Carefully Hidden Finding Haleen (Lord Protectorate Valle) Pride Armor Expert Heart of the Slums Sneak Attack [+1d6] Roof Running Fast Movement Panache [5] Derring-Do Dodging Panache Opportune Parry and Riposte Swashbuckler Finesse Feats Improved Initiative Death from Above Champion Equipment Rapier Chain Shirt Buckler Dart [10] Gear Monk Kit Soldier's Uniform Travelers Outfit Bandoleer Weapon Blanch: Silver [1] Powder [10] Alchemist Fire [1] GP: 14 SP: 5 CP: 95 Skills Acrobatics: 7 Appraise: 0 Bluff: 1 Climb: 3 Craft [Weapons]: 4 Diplomacy: 1 Disable Device: 7 Disguise: 1 Escape Artist: 3 Fly: 3 Handle Animal: - Heal: 0 Intimidate: 1 Linguistics: - Perception: 4 Perform: 1 Profession: - Ride: 3 Sense Motive: 4 Sleight of Hand: 9 Spellcraft: - Stealth: 9 Survival: 0 Swim: 3 Use Magic Device: - Background:
The man enters the room through the single door, he takes a split-second to observe his surroundings before pointing to a chair: "...Here?" he asks. The interviewer nods and with that the man sits. He is wearing a loose white tunic and a black overcoat, his face is is that of a normal human male with his dirty blonde hair pulled mostly into a ponytail with the exception of a few stray strands towards the front. He covers his brown eyes with a hand, blocking out the bright light hanging from the ceiling until they adjust. "My name" he begins "is Guardsmen Roland Reinhert. Identification number 8456354. I..." he stops. "What else do you want?" he asks. "Just start at the beginning." "O...k. I was born in the Gozma Slums, between the second and third walls. My family emigrated from New Terus with my grandparents after the war broke out with Xananand. They were part of the first wave of refugees y'know, before the fighting got really bad, so it wasn't hard for them to get inside the country. They had a kid together, my father, and he ended up having a fling with some barmaid. They had kids together, and for reasons that the old man would never say, she split. Never saw her again." He takes a moment to pull a cigarette out from his coat pocket along with a book of matches. As he goes to light it he stops: "You mind?". "Not at all, please continue" responds the interviewer with level tone. Roland lights his cigarette and continues talking:"Well dad did his best, he really did, but there was four of us you see. Me, two other brothers, and my sister. Mind you we lived in a space no more than 20 paces across with a kitchen and a bathroom, that's it. I don't know if you've ever been to the Gozma district, but it's all brick and mortar. All the metal got eaten up by the wall so we had to build with what was left. Anyways, the old man did the best with what he could. He had to work full-time while raising four kids, so that didn't amount to much. He was stern and wasn't afraid to swat you if ya got out of line. He was loud to, didn't take too kindly to backtalk. Most days consisted of him getting us all up one-by-one and kicking us out the door to school. At the time I assumed that he was just trying to pawn us off for someone else to deal with, but looking back I think he really did have the best intentions." He pauses to take a drag on the cigarette before continuing: "To us, school was kind of like an escape. Warm food for free, friends, and people who would at least to pretend to care about you. Unfortunately it was usually an hour long trip out of the slums into the more developed area where the school actually was. Fun fact: Gozma runs up almost the entirety of the wall. You don't get around by walking in the streets, you have to go from rooftop to rooftop to get anywhere. As you can expect it made us pretty nimble, even for kids. It helped because when we got to school we got it pretty bad. One thing I've learned is that no matter how hard you try, you can't just leave the slums behind once you've become a part of them. It was a shame too, cause the other kids picked right up on it. I can honestly say that someone tried to kick our teeth in at least once a day. The four of us though, we learned to stick together. My brother Gantz, he was huge. He always stepped up to the plate the moment it even seemed like a brawl was going to break out. Lucile, my sister, such a sweetie. She always tried to talk her way out of it, usually worked too. If it didn't, Gantz was always somewhere nearby. Leon was always the most brazen, 90% of the time it was him that was picking the fights. He was like dad, didn't take sass from nobody." Roland trails off having finished his cigarette. Seeing no ash tray he has no choice but to put it out on the corner of the table. "Me? Well I was usually gone before the fight even started. I couldn't take a punch and I wasn't the quickest wit, but I was fast. Don't think there was a kid in that school who could move faster. Still though, when push came to shove I wasn't a coward. I took my share of lickings with my brothers, dad had made it abundantly clear that above all Lucile was never to get touched so I didn't get much choice..." His eyes glaze over as he tries to find his voice. "Dad was great that way, he always made sure that you took care of your own. No matter how bad things got he never let us go hungry. Looking back I'd imagine that he probably skipped most his meals so that we could eat, he probably even took home some of his lunches from the wall to share with us. That was where he worked, the wall that is. He was a technician, helped put up some of the final sections of the second wall. The pay was trash and he would always come home smelling like oil and metal shavings, but it was his job. Once you become a tech, he would say, you can't stop being one. You ever noticed how those techs always group together? It's cause they're all too loud and too drunk, like to like and all. We didn't learn till later that dad also had a habit of volunteering for the really dangerous work just to scrap some extra coin together for us. He would also bring us to work with him in the winter, we would mostly run supplies to the techs. It's were I learned my away around a crafting bench. It was also a nice place to keep warm, seeing as our brick house wasn't exactly good at holding in heat. He always collected the extra coin for our pay himself, we didn't find out till much later that he had been using it to pay for our schoolin'. Like I said, my dad was a great guy... Heat insulation layer 34, subsection 653, cooling panel 5483. That's where my father died." He pauses, this time for a quite a while before continuing. "Someone had left two screws out of the cooling panel so that when they placed the next layer above it, it buckled under the weight and crushed my old man. We had a small funeral, mostly friends. Luckily it turned out that dads friends were as great as he was, like to like I guess. They took us in with no questions asked and they even tried to pool some money to keep us going to school. Leon and Gantz wouldn't have any of it though. Dads body hadn't even gone could before the two of them were up on the wall just like he was. They paid so that Lucile and I could keep going. I guess Gantz figured that we would make the best of it and Leon...well honestly I have no idea what Leon was thinking. Guess he was more like dad than we thought." Roland sighs. "I'll skip forward a bit to were the wall was finally finished. They ended up cutting 80% of the techs and Gantz and Leon, along with most of our friends, lost their livelihoods. And it wasn't like they could go out and find new jobs either, since that was what everyone was trying to do. We take care of our own though, so together Lucille and I signed up for the guard. I showed up with an able body and a weapon I had made myself and they scooped me right up, her too. We signed our lives away and in return they moved my brothers and about six of our friends out of the slums and on the other side of the first wall. From there Lucille and I got separated, I heard she ended up making commander and was given control of her own regiment. She was smart, always payed attention in class and knew here way around a word. Not the same story with me. I got shipped right off to boot camp. Infantry. They taught me how to be a guardsmen. I ain't gonna lie, it wasn't easy. I stuck through it though, woulda made my dad proud to see it. When I graduated they put me into the 546th Infantry Regiment 'Gearfiends'." He stares at the interviewer for a moment. "HA! I can tell you've heard of us! See it on your face plain as day. The regiment was raised solely from the Gozma district, I guess they didn't want us slipping out and mixing in with the other soldiers. Now what I didn't know at the time, something that I found out rather quickly, was that we were an auxiliary unit meant to support ADMIN. Before then I had never even HEARD of ADMIN. They were just another faceless mass that I had lumped in with the rest of the army. Turns out they are the ones who keep the boogeymen IN the closet. Now imagine my surprise when I, a normal guardsmen, suddenly found myself surrounded by some of the best soldiers Agria has to offer. Y'know what they called us? 'Grinders'. Men go in and meat comes out. I once read that the life expectancy of a guardsmen in ADMIN is 15 hours. Needless to say, it was awful foreboding. Luckily it seemed that I caught a break and got rolled in with a bunch of newbies." "Tell me more about your time in ADMIN". The Interviewers voice piping up stuns Roland for a moment, who had become used to the idea of him staying silent. "Well..." he lets out another sigh "That's a different beast." Five pieces of character background:
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