Ross

Information

Player: Beltharean

Character Full Name: Ros'fon

Character In-Game Name: Ross

Nickname(s): Boss Ross. The second 'S' is added for business purposes.

Association(s): Undermine, the Trade Coalition

Race: Troll

Class: Buccaneer (( Warrior ))

Age: 28

Sex: Male

Hair: Blue ponytail.

Eyes: Blue with a light border of grey.

Weight: About 180 pounds with simple leather or cloth clothes on.

Height: 7'1"

Appearance

Ross will normally either don an exquisite black and red leather outfit, with matching goggles, a fine tuxedo, or a typical engineer's overalls, spattered with grease and muck. As of late however, he has also garnered the more gaudy captain's attire, matching fine white shirts with darker pants. The patented electronic wrenches at his side have been replaced by something new; A bit more fitting for a pirate captain. The wrenches have been altered so that they each are the pommel of a rapier. The base is still that of a wrench, but where it's twin would be on the other side, is instead a hilt and blade. The handle is still wrapped in rubber and hollow within, a lightning generator being found within the small space.

Other: Ross will usually have an array of mostly hidden gadgets and explosives on himself at most times.

Personality

As I said above, Ross is a genuine guy down in his heart, but money -always- comes first. Aside from that however, he tries to say his pleases and thank you's, being one of the most polite gangsters you'll ever meet. If you don't have a cash sign stamped on your forehead by being alone in a dark alley, or the like, then this troll will greet you with a humble hello, and an offer for an ale. The downside of this however, is that being raised in a goblin workshop, 99.99999% of the people Ross encounters are potential marks for a scam, theft, or customer to be swindled.

Alignment: Ross is hard to place a finger on, but Chaotic neutral would have to be the best option, but may be chaotic evil in some respects, depending on a person's point of view.

History

Ross was originally born in the last bastion of Trollkind on Kezan, Voodress Village, shadowed by the ever-present Mount Kajaro. He took an active part in tribal dances, celebrations, and the like while he lived happily in his home. For eight years he lived in quiet bliss, seeing little of the goblin traders who would sell their overpriced wares, and speak to one another in their loud gawky voices in an unknown language.

And so, Ross lived on in the normal fashion of a Jungle Troll, following his father on hunts through the jungle, helping his mother with chores around the hut, and aiding in civil duties around the village. While on one of his typical errands at dusk, Ross was to travel down the main road leading from Voodress Village down to a hunting camp where his father and several other tribesmen were resting for the night.

Whilst traveling down the aforementioned road, Ross stumbled upon a band of goblins muttering to each other on the side of the road with several goblin vehicles at their side. Ross, never having seen any mechanical device this complex, stared in awe. That is, until he saw the cages being brawn by the machines. Four unconscious, bound, and gagged trolls sat limp two to a cage. Ross' heart beat began to quicken as he saw his father's bruised face in the closest cage.

Attempting to scuffle into the bushes unheard, the small troll panicked and stumbled onto his hands and knees. The crew of slavers stopped at the disturbance on the road, and shot their beady eyes onto the child. Ross began to crawl away swiftly, at the same time attempting to get up onto his legs. He sprinted as fast as he could, but the trained goblin slavers were used to such volatile attempts, and within moments a gunshot fired, and ross was encompassed in a large net.

Grabbing for one of his array of daggers, Ross began to cut through the net, and managed to get his left arm and head out before the goblins descended on him. After a few moments, Ross had joined his father and the fellow hunters in the tight cages, ready to be moved to Bilgewater Port for export...

Several Days later

As Ross and his father stood side by side on the large podium with the other hunters (among many other races including but not limited to, Humans, Orcs, Gnomes, Hobgoblins, etc.) a goblin with a strange device in his hand began to speak. The microphone which he held projected his voice over the large gathering of goblins and other cartel members, and then throughout most of the port. After a near endless steam of babbling and haggling, Ross and his father were up to the stage.

A fat aristocratic goblin attempted to buy Ross' father for twenty gold, but after several minutes of haggling, it had gone down to eighteen. But that proud troll fought with vigor attempting to save his son, with a bruiser soon dispatched him, clubbing him over the head, and electrocuting him into submission. The father and son were ripped apart from one another, each of them looking at each other with a devouring silence. The world was still, the goblin crowd's screaming a low hum as the two locked eyes for a final time, each crying but not uttering a word.

And as soon as it was started it was over. Ross' father was devoured into the crowd, and time seemed to speed back up, and the world grew noisy again. The young troll child was auctioned off for eight gold even, (most goblins don't take silver) and shipped off with a goblin who was covered in soot to a shop in Undermine.

For fifteen years, Ross would spend day and night toiling in Gizmo Greenback's Tinker Emporium, straight down tunnel A23, and left down cross section C34. It was a hustling area, right near the entrance, and ross gained an insurmountable amount of knowledge on Engineering. Gizmo never -really- viewed Ross as anything more than a slave, a second cousin at best. Which honestly didn't mean much since Gizmo had sold his own second cousin only three weeks before he bought Ross.

But nonetheless Ross secretly held the tinker in high respects, accepting the fact his father was gone. So, for fifteen years ross agreed that the Loa had bestowed him not a curse, but an opportunity. At the age of twenty three, Ross confronted his slaver Gizmo Greenback about wishing to leave the tinker shop. Obviously as a goblin he refused, but from being the main salesman at the head of the shop, Gizmo had lost much of his prior expertise in the field of haggling while Ross was a near expert.

A few hours later, with a large bag of gold in Gizmo's hand, Ross traveled into the world to try his hand at selling his wares. But, as fate had demanded it, Ross would eventually end up in the slums of Undermine as many goblins do... From there he worked as a hired guard or mercenary for each of the main Cartels.

After gathering a small fortune from these ventures, Ross took his leave in Ratchet, where he helped the local members of the tinker union garner new devices. His personal favorite was the electronic wrench which he had patented years ago on a trip through Thunder Bluff. Amazed by the lighting the tauren shaman wielded (with the occasional memory of such from Voodress Village) there, he decided to harness it himself, but by stealing it. Like any good 'goblin' might do.

Eventually Ross found his way into the position of co-leader of the Southsea Fisheries, an up and coming cartel he was also co-founder of. The business was running smoothly, until Ross was brutally murdered by a backstabbing (quite literally) forsaken employee. He managed to dispatch her before the poison of her blades took over, and sent him to the Spirit World.

Only recently was Ross brought back from the dead by an old employee. Gatwazzak'fon found his grave in the Barrens, and revived his old leader. Ross decided to aid Gatwazzak in his new venture, but as soon as Ross had come back to life, Gatwazzak had died, leaving the company to a rather unfavorable human (at least in Ross' mind). Because of this, Ross has taken to the crafty art of theft, manipulation, and smuggling once again, this time... From the skies! Selling the ship that once housed his smuggling business, he added two more zeppelins to his collection. With the trio of machines, he scours the skies as Air Admiral of his motley crew.