Rorik Kennex
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| Rorik Kennex | |
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| Social Rank | 4 |
| Fealty | Thrax |
| House | Kennex |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | 27 |
| Religion | Panetheon |
| Vocation | Soldier |
| Height | 6'5" |
| Hair Color | Dark Blonde |
| Eye Color | Blue |
| Skintone | Tanned |
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Description
Rorik Kennex is tall, like so many in the family. He stands at 6'5", broad across the shoulder and bearing a casually athletic build. There's a sauntering confidence to the man that speaks to a healthy ego-- no, an /overly/ healthy ego. His features are even and pleasing to look at, with a strong jaw, straight nose and a mouth that's as quick to smile in good cheer as it is to smirk at some inner joke. This sailor has brilliant blue eyes that stand out against sun kissed skin, a smattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. Dark blonde hair is artfully tousled, left just long enough to be styled in a way that's fashionable.
Personality
Rorik's got the 'Standard Kennex' thing down: he loves his adventure, he loves his drinks, he loves women and he loves a good fight when a fight comes to him. He's loud, boisterous and does whatever it takes to make every moment a memorable one. After all, one never knows when this moment will be your last. Still, he's not the fightiest Kennex or the smartest Kennex - in fact, he's probably one of the dumber ones, in a 'charmingly doltish' sort of way. While he's the most comfortable out at sea, captaining his ship and attending to the family's naval competence in the Mourning Isles, at port he's got a strong reputation as a bit of a partier. Especially when he's well into his cups and turns any relatively flat surface into a drum.
Background
Rorik was born into a non-so-important line of the Kennex family, far away from the seat of succession, which was just fine with him. His upbringing wasn't anything in particular to talk about, he grew up among many of the other Kennex cousins and things were perfectly reasonable. He wasn't particularly the smartest of the bunch - there's certainly a question about how many times he was dropped on his head as a child - but that just meant he was the first one in line to do something stupid but potentially exciting and adventurous. Besides, one doesn't need to be a scholar to get ahead in life; sometimes a good smile and the ability to spin up a story can get you by just fine. Needless to say, Rorik's earned his reputation as a charming idiot, always volunteering to do something stupid or dangerous or dangerously stupid and usually getting ut of trouble with a smile alone.
The only leaning Rorik's ever really had is captaining his own ship, something he made good on as soon as he was old enough. After being talked down from naming his cog 'The Gritty Clam,' he settled on 'The Ferocious Kitten', which everyone agreed was a better name for some reason. He's spent the past several years out at sea, keeping back pirates and protecting trading vessels around Port Stormbreak. During the Gyre War, he was called upon to serve with his ship and did so dutifully, though if anybody asks, he really has no idea what the hell was going on that entire time. For the better part of the past few years, he's spent his time port hopping, settling in just long enough to earn himself a reputation before moving along. He's known to enjoy a good party and if there's not one happening, he'll just make his own. He's quite the storyteller, but he's also a damn good rhythmist with the keen ability to turn just about any flat surface into a drum.
Recently though, he decided to put down anchor in Arx and join some of his cousins in the city. It's a happening place to be, and if he gets bored? He and the Kitten will just find some place else to sail.
