Rolo comes from a small town near Krugmar, where his father was a hunter, his mother was a seamstress, and he had 2 older brothers. His family wasn't the most poor, but they did have times of financial ruin, yet they always had food on the table, a roof over their head, and clothes on their back. Life was good for Rolo's first few years, until his two older brothers became aged 18 and 19 respectively, where they went off to guard a merchant for a bit of extra cash. Rolo was sad to see them go, but excited for his brothers. Rolo was around 6 years old when they left. It took a few months but Rolo and his parents recieved word that his eldest brother had been stabbed to death, and so his younger brother came back with the pay they recieved. Losing his older brother ruined Rolo, but it also ruined his father which caused him to tell stories of his time in the war of Urguan and Krugmar. After his death, Rolo felt horrible for months and months, only going outside to walk and stare up at the sky, until one day a trader came with a man who played an instrument, which was a small guitar. Rolo found the noises the guitar made to be neat, so he asked the musician about his tool, and the musician showed him a few instruments he had, including a trumpet. Rolo ran home and begged his mother to buy him the trumpet, and seeing her son happy for the first time in a while decided to sacrifice a few things to buy the nice brass instrument. Rolo loved his new trumpet, and he sucked playing it at first but eventually he was able to make basic songs and simple tunes, regularly cleaning his instrument as well. He had played that trumpet for years, always keeping it cleaned and replacing parts after a while. The trumpet remains with him now, as he hits age 19 he decided he didn't want to join the army, so he went during the start of spring and hitched a ride with a trader heading to other towns to play his trumpet.
Rolo would admire the view and the breeze, before asking the man "Where is the tavern? I have music and tunes to play, I need an audience after all." He would say with a grin, looking around for a tavern or place to play his music. The red goblin would begin his search for a tavern, playing his trumpet as he traveled, thinking up a song or tune he could play when he got there. "I'm gonna end up being famous, and earn enough money to buy the parts to make myself a new instrument, Ill make one that this world has not seen before."

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