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Roarke

Roleplay: "Dead God -- RESTRUCTURED, NO SLOTS, O/A"

Player: Dorian Raker

Private,   Enabled,   Approved,   Owned


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Synopsis
Brother-Captain of the Ordo Inquisitorius on loan to the Oracle to tread heretics under steel-shod feet.


Description

Roarke is built like a career soldier. Tall and well-muscled beneath skin grown tanned and calloused by the hammer-blow of countless campaigns and war without end. He wears few scars, for he knows his job and has seen it done well. His hair, once a deep brown has faded under the pitiless desert sun, and he wears it shorn fairly close in a style that currently has found favor amongst his brother warriors. His eyes, a flat and unyielding grey, could be easily mistaken for chips of flint for all their warmth.

Roarke is graceful in movement, though only because he is posessed of a warrior's economy of motion. Every movement is decisive and wastes no effort; it is an earmark of a swordsman, not a dancer. On the whole, Roarke looks exactly as one would expect a pitiless instrument of war and retribution to look. Those under his protection will see the strength of Loegir made flesh. His enemies will see only the means of their extinction.



Personality

Roarke is a soldier first. He is doggedly persistent, loyal to the core, and perfectly willing to carry out carefully planned and painstakingly executed violence on behalf of his brotherhood, his Oracle, and his god. His is calculating in his method, cold in his manner, and utterly fearless in the face of insurmountable odds.

He is often mistaken for a thug; brutish, violent and unintelligent. Nothing could be further from the truth. Throughout his life, he has been educated, trained, and carefully crafted to lead, fight, and win. Thugs find death on the battlefield. Roarke finds victory and glory.



Equipment / Abilities

Roarke wears a beautifully crafted suit of platemail when executing the duties of his office. The plates interlock in such a way to create a second skin of steel, leaving vulnerable areas at shoulder and thigh covered with chain and padded leather. While undeniably heavy, Roarke wears the armor with no seeming discomfort and in fact is more agile in it than some men without. The suit is emblazoned with the sun, the symbol of Loegir and the hammer and sun-skull of the Ordo Inquisitorius.

Roarke's weaponry consists entirely of a heavy, pattern-welded sabre of remarkable craftsmanship. It is an ancient weapon, one of many passed down through the Inquisitorius from time immemorial. It bears no name, no intricate scrollwork, and is in fact utterly unadorned. It's leather-wrapped pommel is stained with use and well-worn. It's blade, true-steel forged in the heart of the temple in ages past, remains as sharp as the day it was dedicated to Loegir's service. It is a weapon perfectly suited to cut and thrust and parry; a grim three and a half feet of whirring death, smoking with bloody execution for those who profane against the Sun God.



History

Roarke is a Brother-Captain in the Ordo Inquisitorius. He was forged in the Crucible, an academy of children adopted or bought outright by the state. Training was long and brutal, and upon his exit, the life of war was no less so. Roarke has killed countless men, spread the faith through fire and steel, purged his share of heretics, and won himself a grand name within the Ordo.

But few details are known of the Inquisitor.



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