Roc-Grot

Roc-Grot

1st level fighter/1st level pyschometabolist S:16, D:8, C:18(30), I:16, W:15, Ch:11(1) HP 8

Early Life

Little is know of Roc-Grot's early life. As a disturbing monstrosity to behold, Roc-Grot is of the opinion that he might in fact be a unique race. A horrible, terrible mistake of a race, but one just the same. As a cosmopolitan configuration of races put poorly together, Roc-Grot has spent most of his life shunned and abused. His earliest memories are of other children attempting to burn away the webbing between his slimy, scaled feet in the dark holes of Mante Putria. He would often dive into the coastal waters to give himself relief from the torment of these bullies, and here he would find he had a natural affinity for swimming. During one of these treks, Roc-Grot was hauled into the nets of a local fishing vessel; his subsequent sale into bondage would thus begin a several year stint as a galley slave aboard the Flaming Tongu.

Escape and Mental Awakening

Around the time Roc-Grot was the age of five, the Flaming Tongu took a commission to take a band of adventurers known as Relith's Rash Band to assail a mysterious island to the north, forever guarded by magical torrents of cyclones. A foolish endeavor for any amount of gold, the Flaming Tongu was capsized almost immediately. Roc-Grot, who took to tending his oar alone (for even slaves where disgusted by his mere presence), a tense moment occurred as the ship was all but was submerged, he somehow managed to pull his arms through the chains that bound him, much to his amazement and the amazement of the other slaves frantically trying to keep their heads above water. Before escaping through an oar port, Roc-Grot would give himself the satisfaction of the strangling of the worst of his tormentors to death before departing to safety. Clutching to a piece of floating wreckage, adrift at sea for how long he did not know; Roc-Grot eventually awoke on the shores of a small island. Armed with only a crudely sharpened stick, Roc-Grot used his natural affinity for concealing himself to patiently wait and ambush prey to sustain himself. After about a month of this, Roc-Grot one day came across a small dwelling hidden up the rocks. It was here he found the first person who was not immediately repulsed by him, meditating upon the ground. At first Roc-Grot confused this man with a priest of some sort. At length, the man identified himself as the most humble Bahi Bata, a priest who worshiped no vain deity to gain his power, but instead marshaled the potential of his own will to impose change upon the world. As he had realized Roc-Grot's potential as soon as he washed upon the shore, Bahi Bata decided to take the young mongrel man under his wing and teach him to truly unlock his mental prowess.

Description

Rock-Grot is a mongrel man, a truly hideous construction of many bipedal races. He stands a towering 6'8", and is composed of a mishmash of different parts. From his right arm socket protrudes an almost insectoid arm with bone spurs that raise several inches above the shoulder, a vestigial second joint just below the elbow which does not bend, and a hand that ends in three short knobby fingers with half inch claws. His left arm is basically human looking, but the shoulder is less pronounced giving him a slight hunch on his left side. The right arm is also noticeably longer on his right side and ends in a childlike four fingered hand. His legs both appear to be of the same make; fat, powerful looking reptilian thighs with a hint of scales in patches. Somewhat below the knee the skin becomes clammy and fish-like, culminating in a set of oafishly large six and seven toed webbed feet which give him a move rate of 18 when swimming. Other notable characteristics are a completely bald head, a protruding pig-like snout, and a set of uneven jagged teeth which protrude from his mouth on the left side, cutting him viciously whenever he speaks. His skin on his torso is an unhealthy yellowish green tone of rather surprising hardness. He also has an enormous horse cock, which for some reason is circumcised. Rock-Grot is exclusively a carnivore and almost never consumes cooked food.

Personality

Roc-Grot is only nine years old, but due to the quirks of his racial heritage he seems to age much more quickly than others around him. Throughout his life he has sought to find something beautiful and take it as his own. Whatever form this thing of beauty might be, a song, a piece of art, a person, he has not determined. Years of abuse, xenophobia and slavery have taken their toll on Roc-Grot's psyche. He for the most part has kept this to himself due to circumstance, but given the opportunity Roc-Grot would relish the opportunity to inflict grave harm upon others. His outward projection of a lumbering, dimwitted oaf (exacerbated by the difficult he has speaking) makes those around him wary but ultimately dismissive of him. His robust intellect and years of hard use has taught him hiding the range of his full capabilities is probably the safest course. But indeed, long and hard has Roc-Grot been ill used, and it is beginning to catch up with him. If it were not for the robust discipline necessary to facilitate his mental training, Roc-Grot would already have succumbed to a chaotic murderous rampage induced end. Without ever having a true companion or friend to call his own, the only true delight Roc-Grot ever truly knows in his pain wracked body is the joy of composing simple Thanion sailing melodies. Such melodies are universally considered by its audience to be nothing but awful.

Adventures

Sometime after he completed his tutelage, Roc-Grot crossed paths with a psionicist named Maha Prada Vendu, who almost immediately recognized him as a fellow psionists. As a warrior and a trained sailor to boot, Vendu recommended him to the captain of the Jamile al'Fear, Abu Zofar. Zofar had been commissioned to lead an expedition of ships through the same dangerous maelstrom that had marooned Roc-Grot four years earlier, Zofar having been the only man known to have successfully accomplished this feat before. Had Roc-Grot know this was to be the destination beforehand, he most certainly would not have agreed to go.

Shipwreck

Of the numerous vessels hired to brave the perpetual storms, only the Jamile al'Fear would make it to land on the mysterious island. The ship however has badly damaged, and the entirety of the crew were rendered immobile or unconscious. Upon waking, Roc-Grot and the other members of the crew found that giants had pillaged the stores of the ship, and buried the several members of the crew up to their necks in sand along the shore of the beach. As the tide began to come in, it seemed inevitable that the crew would drown, Roc-Grot used his ability to change his body into ghostly form, thus freeing himself and several others. The giants took notice of this quite soon, and the crew began a heated race to the treeline in a frantic attempt to outrun boulders hurled from on far. Roc-Grot managed to elude capture with two of his companions, one of which wore heavy armor. During the retreat said companion fell into a river flowing from the mountains, and was forced to shed his armor to avoid drowning. Subsequently, Roc-Grot was separated from these two, never to see them again. A while later Roc-Grot would, surprisingly, come across the a good creature upon this island; a two tailed fox with a golden nimbus of energy surrounding it. It innately had the ability to determine whether a being was good or not, and Roc-Grot definitely fell into the latter category. Roc-Grot, wary of the potential power of this creature, dropped his idiot's persona for once, and accused the fox of being unduly biased against him because he was hideous to behold and hence evil and monstrous in the fox's eyes; secondly, Roc-Grot had spent a lifetime being made evil by the evil actions of others inflicted upon him. Roc-Grot's words fell on deaf ears, and the fox attempted to drive him from the forest using a fiery attack. Without weapons and very desperate, Roc-Grot did something he had never attempted before; he invaded the very mind of the fox and attempted to subdue it. This ultimately failed, and Roc-Grot was forced to jump into the river. There he was attacked by giant manta rays and was nearly skewered. After nearly drowning, something would knock Roc-Grot unconscious.

The Almost Giant Stew

Roc-Grot would wake to find himself chained to the side of a cliff, the smell of giant cook pots wafting from within. Roc-Grot freed himself using his mind, and dropped into the ocean below. The rock wall being sheer, Roc-Grot saw that over a mile law between him and reachable shore. As he began to swim one of his giant captors peaked out from the cave, motioning him to come back, pantomiming with a shake of his head and a rub of his belly that he would not eat the little mongrel man. The smile upon the giant's face seemed to betray otherwise to Roc-Grot, so he began to swim ever harder as the giant plunged into the water to give chase. Seeing the distance close so rapidly and knowing he would never make shore at his current pace, Roc-Grot, in desperation, used the power of his mind to physically pull himself out of the water, and sprint to the shores of land upon its very surface. Making it only just before the last of his well of mental energy expired, Roc-Grot reached shore and plunged headlong into the forest to find safety. After a time, he passed out exhausted. Upon waking, Roc-Grot wandered out into the forest looking for food. It was here that he was attacked by living vines hanging from trees, attempting to grasp him into the waiting maws lurking high up in the tree tops. Narrowing escaping and delirious from poison gas, Roc-Grot came upon a young, haggard looking dwarf seeking help. Amazed that the dwarf seemed barely bothered by his appearance, Roc-Grot agreed to follow.

Patma and the Insane Dwarves

As they passed through the forest, Roc-Grot came across a number of interesting vistas. His guide informed him that the entirety of the island was wroth with dangers, something Roc-Grot had seen for himself first hand. Looming towards the center a great volcano was situated, and it was when he looked up that Roc-Grot felt the first of the violent shakes that would periodically issue worth through the island. Shortly thereafter, Roc-Grot came upon another of his companions from the Jamile al'Fear; Patma; a priestess of sorts he had never really conversed with before. She told a story of powerful undead that had attacked her, and how she had found refuge in an ancient tower which had barred their entry. Daylight had came and the undead retreated from the rays. Being as desperate as Roc-Grot was, Patma agreed to go with the young dwarf to hear the plights of their people. Upon arriving at the dwarf encampment at the top of a high cliff overlooking the ocean, Roc-Grot and Patma met with the dwarven chieftain. It became obvious to both rather quickly that he was insanely looking for some lost treasure that could get him off the island. When the two refused to lend help, the chieftain ordered the two to be thrown off the cliff, tied up so to drown. As this was being attended to, the young dwarf who found them gave made the two companions an offer; in exchange for a dagger to free themselves with so that Patma could cast a spell on the way down the cliff and use her magics to save them, the young dwarf wished the two companions help in retrieving the treasure the chieftain spoke of; to be shared with the three of them alone. Patma, in a supreme act of defiance, threw herself over the cliff; Roc-Grot little concerned for he could make his body ghostly and then simply crash harmlessly, threw himself over as well. With no other means in which to save herself, Patma put forth a prayer to her god, asking for salvation. Much to the amazing of everyone, a giant whale jumped out of the ocean and swallowed her whole. A few moments later Roc-Grot crashed harmlessly into the water, to begin aimlessly scouring the island for salvation.

Current Status

As Roc-Grot has only actually had a weapon on the damn ship before the campaign truly started and has had four play sessions with with only 411 xp to show for it, I think it is safe to he isn't going to get off this island. While the captain had successfully freed himself and several others from the giant's clutches and were in the process of attempting to fix the vessel, the maelstroms still rage out in the ocean and a crippled ship is not likely to make it back to open sea, much less survive a two week voyage back to civilization. All in all, Roc-Grot is about as proverbially fucked as the way he looks

Items/Possessions

Cloak made of patchwork animal furs

2 dirty sacks

50' hemp rope

Sewing kit

2 water skins

Adornments

Nothing

Weapons

Nothing

Armor

Nothing

Spells/Abilities

Natural AC 5

Camouflage (80%)

Sound Mimicry

+2 Save vs. Spells

Mental Armor (lvl 1 Pass)

Psionic Summary

Psionic attacks:

Ego Whip

Psionic defenses:

Mind Blank

Psionic Abilities

Pyschometabolism

Sciences

Life Draining

Devotions

Body Equilibrium

Accelerate

Ecotoplasmic Form

Weapon Proficiencies

Bastard Sword

Spear

Dagger

Long Bow

Non-Weapon Proficiencies

Hunting

Rejuvenation

Blind fighting

Secondary Skills

Sailor

Swimming

Languages

Common (Pompersian)

Thanion

Mante Putrian

Relationships

Patma (Until she got eaten by a whale)