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Personal Info Real Name: Roland Icewind Nickname: Rincewind, The Useless Nobody, Too nice for his own good. Nationality: American of Italian and Nordic decent Gang Affiliation: Freelance Gang Position: N/a Personal Quote: "Everything is always out to get me. It's a fact."
Appearance Gender: Male Age: 20 Hair Color: Muddy brown Eye Color: Black like olives In-depth Description: Roland shaves well and often, and keeps his hair tight and trim, leaving him to look precisely his age. He tends to wear clothes that aren't exactly the nicest of sorts, but at least they're cleen and usually whole. Comfortable and well-worn are key words, though. He's got a good facial structure, and a good build. He's in decent shape, as it were, for his lanky body of about 6 foot even. Overall, he looks average. If you met him on a street, or in a coffee shop, you wouldn't likely think to look again just because of how uninteresting he is. Unless you found him attractive, at which point you might consider looking again only to realize you don't know what part of him is supposed to be so attractive in the first place.
Personality: Roland is very good at taking things in stride. Mostly because he realizes that it's that, or taking things in places better not taken in fierce, jab-y ways. He doesn't have much of a spectacular personality, and he doesn't much like making enemies, and tries to avoid such foolish activity whenever possible. He really does just whole-heartedly want to cook for everybody who wants to eat, so he tries his hardest to do that, instead of being a fool and taking a side and risking his life that way.
History: Roland grew up to the age of twelve pretty normal, with normal luck, and normal friends. Then his parents died, and he ended up an orphan, living with his aunt in downtown San Fransisco. He got hassled a lot and eventually just became too good at getting away for the older kids to waste their time on catching him for his money. Normal is as normal does, it seems. Through high school, he retained his reputation as the one guy no one will ever catch for a fist fight. Nobody ever did, either. Roland never got hit once, all through high school. After he graduated a year early because of slightly above average grades and skipping third grade in his pompous American school of pseudo-academic tomfoolery, he spent a year abroad, roaming Europe on pocket change and the kindness of people. And the occasional overnight in holding cells at local police stations for little things. He realized that food and bread were wonderful things, when made from the heart. He wanted to try and do that too. After his year abroad, he came home to study cooking. After two years of cooking school, he found himself in an international competition. For bread, as it were, Roland's specialty. He was up against a young Japanese by the name of Azuka Kazuma, and lost by only a minor margin, far less than most of the other contestants who'd taken on the young japanese prodigy had. Roland chalked it up to pure luck that his bread was so close, and went on with his life with no further expectations of being grand. He still loved cooking, so he continued. A few days after his battle with Azuma, though, he passed out, then an indeterminate time later... Or perhaps before, given the unknown timespace location of the sector, he woke up next to the old man. That was a shock, to say the least. Then he was re-shocked when he learned that he was trapped in a place that was apparently godforsaken and blocked off from the rest of the world. Oh well, best take it in stride, make the best of it.
Statistics Strength: 0 Dexterity: 1 Intelligence: 1 Endurance: 2
Powers: Main: Up yours, Science! (Level 1/10) 2nd: Deconstructor (1/8) 3rd: Mechanical hand
Talents: Adaptable: As his life has never been normal, Roland quickly grew into an adaptable sort of guy. He never got good at anything except avoiding trouble, no matter how much it seeked him out. (1 Flaw) Escape Artist: Not in the traditional sense of getting out of ropes. Mostly, he can avoid just about any sort of trouble with simple human prowess. He is not a free-runnier, though. (1 flaw) Incredible chef, specializing in bread: What good will this ever really do? (0 flaws)
Flaws: Strength cannot exceed 5 points. (1 Talent) Alignment: Chaotic Good (1 talent) No hand (1 power point)
Inventory Weapons: None Equipment: None
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