Roland Fink

Name: Roland Fink

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Class/Job: Adventurer

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 175 lbs.

Birthday: November 1st

Loves:

-The outdoors, specifically the night sky

-Writing

-Coffee

-Cigarettes

-Challenging himself, be it physically or mentally.

Likes:

 -Reading

-Spontaneity

-Teasing people

-Sleeping

-Interesting people

Dislikes:

-Inflexibility

 -Being woken up

-Wasting time

-Bears

Hates:

-Motorcycles

-Snow

-Doctors

-Fish

Appearance:  Unlike his youngest sister Riley, Roland doesn’t bother trying to change his appearance. The Fink boys have always been luckier than their sisters: inheriting their father’s strong jawline and thick brows. It definitely compliments the men more-so than the women. His brown hair is messy and unkempt no matter how short he cuts it, and his five o-clock shadow often remains for days before he remembers to shave. His physique is lean, if not a little underfed, reaching an average height at 5’11’. Scratches and bruises almost always adorn his skin, temporary badges that boast his outdoorsy lifestyle. His clothes usually stay in his wardrobe until they fall apart and he’s forced to buy new ones. To stay the impending purchases Roland will often patch the elbows of his sleeves and knees of his jeans so they remain intact as long as possible. His calloused hands are practically stained black from the ink he so often uses, giving you a chance to figure out his hobby by sight alone. Similarly, even if you don’t speak to Roland, you’ll be able to tell two things by his scent. One, he loves coffee, and two, he often spends his evenings by a campfire. He’s definitely a man who isn’t ashamed of his lifestyle. That, or he just doesn’t care enough to do anything about broadcasting it…it’s probably the latter.  

Personality: Roland is number seven in the Fink brood. The middle child of thirteen, Roland learned a good way to survive in a house of so many was a near impenetrable shield of sarcasm. Roland was often teasing younger and older siblings alike. His voice was a dry commentator on all the stupid happenings of the home. Still, he got along with all of them well enough, even if he wasn’t particularly close to any. Roland was usually out of the house too long most days to experience real bonding moments with his family. Instead he got his kicks elsewhere, gone from dawn to dusk and returning without anyone ever noticing he was gone. It made it a lot easier to leave home when he finally had the cash. He’ll occasionally write to his family to let them know he’s alive but rarely visits, not wanting to get sucked back into the farm.

The man prefers to be out and about, always on the move. A day home is a day wasted, which is probably why he doesn’t mind such a transient lifestyle. Roland carries his entire life on his back: usually just hygiene supplies, clothes, cigarettes, a Polaroid camera and his books. His satchel will always be near him in case he needs to get up and go somewhere fast. This feeling of spontaneity carries to other facets of his life, being a man of action rather than words. Don’t call his bluff, because you’ll probably find out he wasn’t kidding.

Roland is soft spoken, even if his words are usually laced with cynicism hidden behind a smile. Even-tempered to a fault, it’s hard to make him mad, but sometimes even harder to make him genuinely laugh if distracted. He doesn’t mind conversation and has no problem initiating, but his mind will sometimes drift to his work when he should be listening. He has a vice for cigarettes and coffee, substitutes for a lack of and/or restless sleep. The bags that are almost always under his eyes indicate they aren’t the best alternatives in the world. His lifestyle is a lonely one, leaving Roland to be a bit of a lone wolf when he’s working. It might be why he’s been visiting the other islands as of late: a desperate need for a decent conversation.  

Background: Roland left the farm earlier than the rest of his family anticipated. He didn’t need to save up money for some apartment in the city, or a shop of his own. He just needed enough cash for a ticket off Anura. He disrupted the flow of exiting siblings by moving out sooner than several of his older brothers and sisters. It lit a fire in them to not be the last ones left in the home. Once he was gone the competition to see who would be left manning the farm truly went underway, a competition Riley is still fighting to this day.

Roland lived life to the fullest for a few years, traveling between islands, partying with friends, crashing on a different couch each night. Life didn’t need to be taken seriously with no one breathing down his neck about ‘chores’ or ‘responsibility’. It was during a dark night on some icy roads that Roland’s life changed. A motorcycle accident left him in the hospital for months, a back injury nearly risking paralysis. When it healed he still felt pain, sometimes completely debilitating. The doctors admitted there wasn’t anything more they could do for him. It gave Roland perspective, and a lot of time in bed to read books. It was there he read about Divinity Island, and about healing waters that could fix his injury. What started as a mild interest became a fascination. The more he read about the lore and history, the more his aimless traveling suddenly gave way to purpose. Notes he began jotting down for research slowly filled one notebook after the next. While he couldn’t get to Divinity Island without a boat, Roland began to travel elsewhere, not letting his injury stop him from living deep in the forests of Trojan to the Wizard’s coast of Serseri. For the past two years Roland has been saving up for a boat and living in a cozy room at the mountainside inn, absorbing whatever lessons he can from passerby sailors.

Fun Facts:

-Roland draws fairly well, sketching what he sees between notes in his books.

-Roland’s back injury can sometimes leave him bedridden, but he refuses to admit it to anyone, not even his family.

-Knows some self-defense and survival skills. He learned as he went. 

-He can sleep anywhere given half the chance.

-Gets bored very easily and can't sit still for long. Will at times get up and leave in the middle of a conversation if he thinks it's leading nowhere.

-Excelled in school and loves reading. Used to tutor some of the younger siblings and their friends.

-LOVES to tease. Coined the nickname ‘Bucky’ for his younger sister Riley.

-Not great at keeping in touch with people. Usually loses track of things often.

-Can’t multitask worth a damn.

-Has a tattoo.

-Doesn’t mind loud noises or being touched, living with so many siblings desensitized him to those sort of things.