Rewrites and updates in progress. Please stand by.
|Occupation||Explorer, Cataloger, Cartographer, Researcher, Adventurer, Tinkerer, (notorious) Meddler, etc.|
|Namesday||4th sun of the 3rd Astral moon|
|Theme||The Eagles -- Journey of the Sorcerer|
Oliwat Kokiwat, the Very Last of the Rattlepacks (as he is so surprisingly happy to inform you he is), is a Lalafell possessing plenty of purpose, yet somehow at the same time lacking any sort of direction in its entirety. A wanderer by trade, in tandem with the teachings and history of his entire family, stretching all the way back to its start, Oliwat (or Oli, as those close to him prefer) is the writer and guardian for the newest incarnation of the Rattlepack Guide, his family’s grand project to take down everything about the world that wanderers would ever need to know.
Let’s just hope he doesn’t blow it.
Oliwat is rather tall for a Lalafell (assuming that one can tell), which, at least to others of his kind, might qualify as his defining trait. Regardless of what he’s wearing (usually loose robes or light clothing), Oliwat always carries a pack of some sort with him, which rattles with all sorts of strange objects that may be concealed within. For part of the Rattlepack way, after all, is to be prepared with as many things as one may need.
Perhaps, either for the sake of standing out, or to accent his height, Oliwat is rather fond of hats, especially those of a certain conical and magical variety, which he usually does not hesitate to place upon his head, especially if it would neatly match whatever robes he happens to have on at the time. His hair, colored a dark green to roughly resemble the plains his people come from, is bunched up into neat braids on the top and along the sides of his head, while the rest, although short, flows freely in-between. His ears are long for a Lalafell, and surprisingly pointy as well, which leaves him with a slight distaste for hoods, often declaring them uncomfortable.
His Mammet, Clatterpouch, often accompanies him around the world.
Quite the chirpy and curious sort, Oliwat has a certain unsatisfiable drive for discovery that is known to get him into a wide variety of trouble on many occasions. Despite this, he manages to remain a particularly positive individual, believing that regardless of the problem that you find yourself with at the moment, there is always something, or someone, somewhere out there in this great big world of ours that is more than capable of fixing it. And should you need help finding whatever the solution to your problem is, he would be more than thrilled to see you through to your destination, and beyond. For as far as he’s concerned, the payment is in the Journey. Such is the Rattlepack Way, they say.
Oliwat fiddles with all three of the main magics of the world in some capacity, though seems to have placed most of his talents in Thaumaturgy, for the sake of self-defense. His tactics are somewhat standard for a moderately-talented Thaumaturge, and it is clear that he does not practice that craft as often as he could, or as he should, and has the potential for much more, should he ever attempt to apply himself.
Should he find himself stuck without a staff, however, he has inscribed a series of geometric glyphs for Arcanist purposes within his Guidebook. His skill in the Arcane arts is nothing more than a novice’s level, which of course makes sense considering his Thaumaturgic bend. Due to recent events, however, he is putting an increased focus in Conjuration, as it would seem that there is certainly no shortage of people he knows hurting themselves.
Oddly, rather than use his magic to simply blast people to death, Oliwat manages to get through fights using minimal, clever uses of magic. Subtle things, such as making his foe trip over a few raised rocks, blowing them off of their feet with a well-placed gust of wind, heating an enemy's armor, or frosting their joints until they can't move are more his style as opposed to all-out destruction.
- ■ Variations of “Hum” and “Hm” tend to dot his dictation when he speaks.
- ■ Always packs at least three sandwiches with him at any given time, just in case he may need them for whatever reason.
- ■ Yells “waaaagh!” in times of trouble or stress.
- ■ Greatly enjoys spouting facts reasonably helpful to one’s current situation.
- ■ He has a hard time accepting money for doing most jobs, especially if the client is not particularly wealthy.
- ■ Writing
- ■ Wandering
- ■ Sandwiches
- ■ Magic
- ■ Machinery
- ■ Being carried
- ■ Being dropped
- ■ Being stepped on
- ■ Being called short
- ■ Having to fight physically
- ■ Various forms of magic
- ■ Writing (and drawing, to some extent)
- ■ Tinkering (mostly with his Mammet)
- ■ Plays the meanest banjo you've ever seen.
- ■ Favourite Food/Drink: Pick a sandwich, any sandwich.
- ■ Favourite Place: The plains of La Noscea.
- ■ Favorite Weather: Clear and sunny, with a slight breeze.
- ■ Favorite Season: Summer.
- ■ Favorite Color: Blue.
- ■ Favorite Scents: Flowers, cheese.
- ♥ Romantic Interest ♥ Sexual Desire ♥ Platonic Love ● Good Standing ● Neutral Standing ● Poor Standing
The stuff that was here before is old and long-retconned. I just never got rid of it.
I'll rewrite it later.