THE TROUBADOUR
(Art by Veradite/verabitey on Discord!)
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INFORMATION
My Favourite Subject; Me!
Name: Rhutelan Kinhhalt
Full Title: n/a
Nicknames/Aliases: Strings, Rhutey, Rutabaga(?), John
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Sexuality: .
Race: Human
Culture: Valkian
Social Status/Profession: Struggling Performer
Date of Birth: 16th of Falltide, 1605 A.C
Zodiac: Paramours
Current Home: The Spire
PHYSIOLOGY
Let's get to know me, hmm? Hands off what you can't afford!
Appearance: Subtle facial features combined with an abundance of short, fuzzy hair give Rhutelan an attractive countenance
Figure/Build: Stocky and Square. 4ft8 and 150lbs.
Voice:
Hair: Red, short and fuzzy, with a foppish quiff.
Eyes: Bottle Green.
Distinguishing Features: His height and build.
Illnesses: None chronic.
Injuries: None at present!
PERSONALITY
I've been told my personality is my best feature, which is nonsense. Everything is my best feature.
General Demeanour: Excessively conceited and foppish, the man still manages to be authentic in his friendly demeanour toward others. He holds an unbridled curiosity towards those he sees as 'interesting', and an apathetic boredom towards those he deems not.
Strengths: Charismatic, Attentive, Insightful
Weaknesses: Arrogant, Stubborn, Vain
Likes: 'Interesting' people
Dislikes: 'Boring' people
Fears: Being forgotten
Short Term Goals: Search for a muse, or some other inspiration/stimulation.
Long Term Goals: Find and Meet interesting people to tell tales of.
Completed Goals:
Get an instrument
Get a house
Get a weapon
Relearn to sing and play at once.
APTITUDE
As much as I'd love to pretend I'm good at everything, I am only human.
I'm good at mostly everything.
Dexterity ( 0 )
Acrobatics ( 1 )
Stealth ( 0 )
Thievery ( 0 )
Intelligence ( 0 )
Healing ( -3 )
Perception ( 1 )
Research ( 0 )
Harmony ( 1 )
Arcana ( 3 )
Nature ( 0 )
Belief ( 0 )
Strength ( 0 )
Fortitude ( 0 )
Athletics ( 1 )
Forging ( -3 )
Feats
Bardic Inspiration
Vicious Mockery
Combat Bard
INVENTORY AND POSSESSIONS
Kinhhalt Mandora
Kinhhalt Light Crossbow
RELATIONS
The real reason you're all here, of course.
Loved
Himself, The Troubadour - To love another means showing your deepest self to them; how could Rhutelan, in good conscience, give himself to one if he does not already truly love himself?
Trusted
Befriended
Anwar, The Lighthearted Bard - Rhutelan finds the chipper fellow endearing; fortunate, seeing as how they live together. He does wish he would be less troublesome as regards to Rhutelan's own living habits, however.
Diarmait, The Wanderer - Though possessing a fearsome countenance, the man is surprisingly friendly. Principled to boot too. Rhutelan wishes to remain nearby to Diarmait, in order to see where his principles take him. Having grown fond of the man's company, Rhutelan has begun to find himself more drawn to spontaneous acts of charity.
Liked
Roy, the Enigma - By all rights, Roy should be the poster child of what Rhutelan considers 'boring'. However, something about the man draws Rhutelan to him, eagerly awaiting the day he can discover more about him.
Zephero, the Other Bard - Though often a jealous beast, Rhutelan is still quite fond of the Valkian Stringsman. His talent is undeniable, and Rhutelan relishes the chance to play in tandem with him.
Neutral
Vuori, the Big Friendly Giant - A simple sorts, Rhutelan has no strong feelings toward the man.
Kehlani, the Dancer - Rhutelan initially had a much poorer opinion of the young Arsa woman, before learning about her incredibly talent for dancing. He still finds her annoying, but is more willing to give her the time of day now that she has potential; at least in his eyes.
Keahrah, the Smith - This greatling is an awful conversationalist, but the quality of his artifice is undeniable. He is grateful for the man's skill and willingness to take on a project outside of his expertise; namely, the creation of a brand new instrument for the bard.
Konrad Radziwiłł, the Doctor
Unsure of
Wary of
Myren, the Apple Muncher - While he didn't catch the man's name, an odd interaction with him shortly after his arrival to the Spire has left Rhutelan slightly disturbed in hindsight. Who was that Feyling? How did he manage to make the act of consuming a piece of fruit so menacing?
Myra, the Shrine-Maiden - The woman has a piercing gaze that unnerves Rhutelan; combined with the bearings of one who clearly knows combat, he isn't in any rush to give her a true reason to dislike him.
Afraid of
Disliked
Gregort, The Envoy - A troublesome oaf who probably doesn't deserve the series of pranks that will be shortly befall the gentlemen's life.
Hated
