Rolasia Gareti

Species: Human/ Immortal 

Gender: Male
Type of Character: Human/ Immortal  

Rolasia is mortal male who's body has been magically enhanced using tattoos and other various arcane magics.  His entire body, with the exception of the parts of his face that are readily visible are covered in tattoos.  As a result of this, he wears longs sleeved shirts that are buttoned to the neck or turtleneck shirts.  He also wears his sandy hair long to conceal the tattoos on the back of his head, behind his ears and down the back of his neck.  Very rarely will he show anyone his tattoos, but if one where to pay particular attention to his hands there is a visible tattoo on the palm of each.

Rolasia takes great pride in the stories he tells.  He is also accomplished on most musical instruments.  He is able to replay a song accurately from memory, regardless of when he heard it (though his memory is prone to fail at any other time).  He also is able to listen to a song and play along with it flawlessly, using instantaneous echo.

A battered leather satchel is never far from his side.  Though the appearance of the container is nothing remarkable, Rolasia is never without it.  He keeps all of his musical instruments, any books he is reading, the books he is writing, several changes of clothes and the means to gather ink.  It also possesses various odds and ends he has picked up on his travels around the world.  The limitations of the satchel are merely what can fit through the mouth of it, since the weight and size never changes.  The origins of the satchel are a mystery and Rolasia himself cannot tell where it came.  From his earliest memories, somewhere around age 10 when he was found, he has always had it.



History:

Rolasia is the adopted son of Redheaded Vampress Gareti.  As she tended bar at the Vampire Tavern in the old world, she noticed a young mortal boy sneaking from beneath the tables and chairs, stealing food and picking pockets.  She took pity on the child, but could not get him to come near her, so she started leaving food within his reach, slowly building up a trust in the skinny, dirty child.  One day Rol swiped food from the wrong plate, the owner of the plate not knowing who the boy was or that the denizens of the tavern had taken to leaving their mostly finished plates within his reach.  His wrist was seized and the angered man drew a dagger to kill the boy.  Several came to the aid of the child, including Reddie (as her friends and family called her) who chastised the man for trying to harm a child.  The man grew angry and threatened Reddie with the blade.  Rolasia watched this and couldn't understand why she had come to his aid.  But he was smart enough to realize that it was she who had been leaving food for him, and it was she who came to his aid, and it was she who was being threatened for that aid.  Rol raced out from under the table and leaped at the man, biting, scathing and yelling incomprehensively.  He caused no real damage to the man, and was quickly pulled off and the situation diffused.  Reddie took the child and cleaned him up, befriending him.  Eventually the child grew to love the woman and she to love him.  She adopted him and called him her own.

Life moves forward as it has a tendency to do and as his height and years grew, so did his restlessness to see something other than the land he was in.  Coming of age, he packed up his satchel and headed out in to the world.  Traveling mostly on foot, and only taking other means when absolutely necessary, he has traversed the world several times.  He is fluent in most of the languages of both the mortal and other than mortal races, though it is quite rare when he will admit that. 

As his age grew, so did his driving need to not die.  His fear of death was to the point where even embracement by a kindred, such as his beloved mother, was not something he could even consider enduring.  Eventually, the means to defeat his own mortality where found.

Abilities and Powers:

The Story of the Rose That Bloomed At Night:
By recalling this tale and touching the tattoo of a rose that is on his right wrist Rolasia is able to create a rose of any color.  The rose will fade back to oblivion on the second sunrise after it was created. (auto)

The Parable of the Man Who Turned Water to Wine:
Simply put this allows him to turn water in to alcohol.  Through the years he has learned that there is more than just wine to quench the palate of men, and has practiced until other alcoholic drinks could be made. (auto)

The Tale of the Blind Man Who Saw a Rainbow:
Rol has a tattoo of an eye on his left palm that is used to key this power.  If used on himself, he can see the aura of those around him.  The aura tells of the origins (vampire, mortal, dragon, etc), sex and roughly how old the bearer of the aura is (generally to the nearest 100 years). (auto, unless they are blocked then you must out roll the target by 10)

If Rol recalls the Tale and places his left hand over the eyes of someone else, he creates an illusion. The power of the illusion is such that it takes nothing but the knowledge that it is an illusion to dispel it.  After all, a bard cannot afford to lose his audience for longer than the tale he tells. 

The Story of the Reed That Bent in the Hurricane:
Their is a story about an oak and a reed in a hurricane.  The oak gets blown over and uprooted but the reed does not, because the reed bent with the wind and the oak tried to stand against it. Using the knowledge of the reed Rol can bend and sway with the wind allowing a blow coming at him to be deflected reducing his injury to 20% of what it could have done damage wise.  Unless Rol is actively engaged in an offensive movement, this is naturally occurring, through the long years of practice.

Some of his tattoos are simply to keep him alive.  Rol is mortal and older than most of the creatures on the island.  The Fable of the Man Who Would Not Die (The Story of Dorian Gray) has caused Rol to tattoo  himself on his back between the shoulder blades.  The tattoo ages rather than Rol, however it only keeps his outward appearance youthful.

So his blood continued to age, and a tattoo of a heart on his chest is what pumps it.  Tattoos behind each ear allow Rol to hear what is going on, and tattoos on the inside of his eyelids allow him vision (since hearing and sight are both lost with age).  His hearing and eyesight, due to their magical nature are better than those of a normal mortal.

On his neck, near his jugular, but low enough that a high necked shirt conceals it, is a tattooed warning from a vampiric prince that says that Rol is not safe to feed from.  As old as Rol is and the fact that the magic did not stop his aging entirely his blood was very old before he came up with a magical means to slow it.  It has become vile and as close to dead blood as a mortal can have and still live.  The blood is poisonous to any who drink it, though older vampires will be less affected by it.  Younger ones might even die depending on how much they consumed.