Roman Delaro, Scratched Beneath The Surface

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Character Name ~ Roman Delaro
Nicknames: The man with the blue hair
Age: Mid thirties
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Status: Deceased 

Description
Height: 5ft 11
Weight: 80-90 kgs
Body Type: Very thin but toned muscle
Eyes: Light blue
Hair: Originally brown, but dyed blue
Skin: Tan
Markings/Tattoos: Tattoo of a kraken on his inner forearm 
Health: Healthy
Personality: Very easy to get along with. Cocky and smug but always in a light mood, prefering wine and a woman over a sword and a shield.
Inventory: Golden knife he found during his travels
Further Details: Walks with a slight limp after having his leg broken in a bar fight

Life Style
Alignment*: Neutral
Deity*: N/A
Religion: N/A
Alliance/Nation/Home: Typically allies himself with himself, but he has been residing in Kaphro.
Job/Class: Vagrant/Vagabond
Title(s): Blue haired c*nt
Profession(s): None in particular
Special Skill(s): Talented combatent, excelent drinker and spectacular lover
Flaw(s): Has no verbal filter and will speak whatever he thinks

Weaponry

Fighting Style: Quick and agile
Trained Weapon[s]: Knife and sword
Favored Weapon: Knife
Archery: Ok at a crossbow

Biography
Parents: Both deceased
Siblings: None
Children: None
Extended Family: None
Pet(s): None

History
 

The Delaro family was never particularly rich. Being classed as 'peasants' the Delaros moved from town to town, sleeping and staying where they could. In the late years of Anthos, Roman was born to his parents. A tanned, brown haired and blue eyed baby born into a life of poverty. At the age of four, Romans father left his mother to go do his own thing. Being a single parent in a life of poverty was not easy, and Romans mother really struggled. She was quite the beautiful woman, young for a mother. She was in the habit of dying her black hair blue. As Roman got older, he found men were preying on her. Never being prone to fighting and still isnt, Roman had to protect his mother and became quite a skilled fighter, yet he didnt enjoy it. 

 

Roman grew distaste for fighting and war, believing that those who said fighting was 'beauty' were fools. Killing was ugly. Witnessing the horrors soldiers would do in the name of honour made Roman come to the conclusion honour is just an excuse for brutal murder. Roman and his mother continued to go from town to town for years, even into the Fringe, were they would steal what food they could, and Roman would drink what wine he could and bed what women he could. When the plague struck the Fringe, Roman was lucky enough to survive it. But gradually his mother got infected and her condition worsened until her death. Grief stricken, Roman grew angry which turned to drink. His mourning has ended, yet in memory of his mother Roman dyed his hair and beard blue.

Artwork

 

 

[Mining 129]

A man thinks he can pass as Daario Naharis. A man is deceived

[the 1 bow 1112]

Mix of Daario Naharis and Oberyn Martell from Game of Thrones and Gannicus from Spartacus if you want to be pedantic 

[Mining 129]

I was actually just referring to the picture :P, but now that you mention it I notice a bit of Oberyns personality in there