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Rolfrey Moore
¶ Sellsword | Firestarter | Privateer
(he/him)
¶ In Short
Proprietary Setting: Warcraft
Afflicted Gilnean Mercenary ~ 31 ~ Tall🍑
Strongly built muscular mans. Broad shoulders, firm body and big and meaty limbs. Ruggedly handsome.
Assertive, temperamental in stressful situations. Otherwise leisurely and relaxed. Gets along easily with most people.
Raggedy and transient looking. Mercenary. Always on the hunt for opportunities.
Purebred Gilnean commoner through and through and it absolutely shows in the way he speaks.
¶ Details
·— Species | Faction —· Afflicted Gilnean (Worgen), Alliance by Association
·— Profession | Class —· Sellsword and Mercenary, Warrior
·— Birthplace | Home —· City of Gilneas born, living in Stormwind Outskirts
·— Age | Height | Weight —· 31 years old
·— Physiognomy | Shape —· Strongly built and muscular, rugged
·— Romantic Attraction | Sexuality —· Monoromantic Bisexual
·— Pronouns | Gender Expression —· he/him, man
¶ Description
What was there that was special about a young worgen mercenary? Rolfrey was a fairly common albeit a little bit of a scruffy looking but well built and muscular man. It wasn't a secret that he favoured his new cursed form more so than what he once was, for one reason or another, being how he rarely afforded himself the time to spend as a gilnean human. His fur happened to be short and fuzzy, of a brownish shade of grey that suited his intensely dark messy mane well. The build under the fur coat was impressive in its strength, and there was plenty of meat on his bones to make him an imposing looking individual to some extent. His facial features were, for lack of a better word, boyish and young looking, making him come across a little juvenile in certain, more official situations. The other side of this situation of his was that he happened to be fairly conventionally attractive, as a young and healthy looking male specimen ought to be.
It was perhaps expected for a soldier, for a mercenary, to be scarred both in and outside and Rolfrey was definitely not any different there. In the off, or maybe not so off chance one could see him exposed in such manner, numerous scars could be seen littering his body. Mostly it was old cuts and bruises that weren't attended to well enough to heal cleanly, out of which naught but a couple standing out. His waist hosted a short diagonal scar, perhaps a stab wound; there was a gunshot scar on his shoulder; and his torso had two horizontal long scarred over incisions.
Not really the kind to stand out, he was more suited to plain looking and effective outfits and equipment. Trading in the garishness of maybe more ceremonial and official looking armours to something that was simple and usable, a feature that carried across his personality. Rolfrey went along easily with most people despite his somewhat assertive nature, probably a result of him not being a particularly politically invested individual and with his relaxed and leisurely approach to things. In spite of that he could sometimes have a bit of a temper and this most commonly manifested itself in more stressful situations that he couldn't control or when his prideful spirit went unchecked.
¶ At a Glance
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| Muscle and Brawn | Scruffy | Merc | Accent | Personality |
| Being a strongly built muscular man was kind of his thing and his lifestyle certainly helped it along. With broad shoulders, firm body and big and meaty limbs, he definitely commanded a fair bit of presence. | Ruggedly handsome was after all just an excuse for saying he was someone who doesn't want to work much to get his physical appearances in order. This also meant that while clean, his mane and beard were scruffy and a mess. | The lack of any kind of identifying insignia or officially mandated gear quite clearly exposed this man as a mercenary of sorts. That being the case, his ears were always listening for opportunities. | Rolfrey is a purebred Gilnean commoner through and through and it absolutely does show in the way he speaks. | Despite his occasionaly assertive and prideful nature, Rolfrey happened to be a fairly easygoing man that meshed well with most company. |
¶ Hooks
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¶ History
Historically worked in his family's bakery as a teen, later joined the Gilnean militia and fought against the Forsaken threat post Cataclysm. Turned renegade after the war and became a sellsword which later turned into a boatswain position on a privateer ship. Upon release from this position returned to working as a mercenary.