Rolf Hobbson

Rolf Hobbson, or better known as the Bloodwall, is fairly notorious ex-pirate and the ferocious martial combatant. He was working for silvers as a thug for hire along the docks of Magnimar before he got roped in as the Sanguine Thorn for Band of the Rose and the Thorn as fraternity's front line warrior. When not leading the charge for Lady Jelleryn, Rolf can often be found in a tavern brawl or fighting in blood sports. Spending years at sea, he is an expert crewman capable of both helping serve on a bigger crew or even steering a ship himself. He is a true menace capable of devastating attacks with his hammer, but more importantly, it is his ability to hold his ground with no concept of compromise or fear when it comes to combat that truly makes him a dangerous opponent. Hunkered behind his thick armor and shield, he has outlasted his foes time and again, as they fall before him; hence, why is he is known the Bloodwall.

Originally born to the streets of the Rotgut District in Riddleport to the barmaid Tatye Hobbson. There, he survived in the streets where the only way to ensure you didn't get ground into the mud was to be the one doing the grinding. There he cultivated his brutality, and found it to his liking.

## Reputation

*"Or is it that I haven't whipped you enough, is that what you truly want Rolf?" --Lilianne Jelleryn*

The Bloodwall is not a man of many words. His thoughts are a bit too simple to give much thought to verbalizing them, so he prefers to let his actions speak for himself. And those actions are usually violent. If he likes you he'll punch you in the arm as a greeting. If he doesn't like you quite so much, he'll punch you in the face. If you've done anything to irk him, then he'll do much worse. So much worse.

## Appearance

Rolf is a big man. 6'8" tall and broad-shouldered, he has rough-hewn body shaped by years of hard work as a sailor and toughened by years of combat. Of Ulfen descent, he has long limbs and a barrel-shaped chest, hands and feet that seem almost a little too large for him. There's barely an ounce of fat on his frame, whipcord muscles standing out easily beneath his pale skin, though for the most part those features are covered by a suit of full plate.

His head is squarish, like a hunk of crudely-chiseled stone, with a flat forehead, and low brows framing deeply-set blue eyes. His formerly straight nose is crooked from a break in the middle. Defined cheekbones give his face a gaunt look, adding to his overall dour expression. Thin lips frame a wide, almost simian mouth, his broad jaws jutting just slightly forward and his teeth crowded and crooked. The pale skin of his face seems perpetually sunburnt across the cheeks and nose, deep scarring bearing witness to many years exposed to the sun and the sea. Freckles dot his skin all over, most heavily about the face and neck. His hair is wiry and a fiery orange-red. His hair is kept short on his head, and he has a messily-trimmed beard that grows in uneven tufts.

His face is deeply lined, even at his young age, from a lifetime of frowning. It's a natural state for him. When he does smile, it is an unpleasant event, between the crooked teeth and the way that his eyes narrow. What thoughts motivate him to smile are likely not healthy for those around him.

## Items of Interest

* **Duskcrusher**: This is currently Rolf's current hammer of choice. A storied weapon of ancient design, it resembles a bare haft until it is activated. Which materializes a hammerhead of glowing that light springs forth at the top. The weapon is work of art, and makes for a strange contrast compared to the unkempt warrior who puts little value in appearances. In addition to being a formidable weapon, the weapon is particularly potent against the undead and has the capacity of shooting a strong ray of light once in a day. The weapon was used to great effect in the Band of the Rose and the Thorn's victory over the Daughter of Urgathoa.
* **Ol' Betsy**: The worn and otherwise unimpressive warhammer is befitting of its name, if you were only juding it by appearances. The weapon was originally used by an long forgotten Pharasman in the Shining Crusade, and has been passed down or sold from warrior to warrior throughout the last couple centuries. The weapon like, like it successor, was noteworthy for its magics against undead. Proving useful when the Band found undead treants in the maze leading up to the prison of the Moonlight King. It was traded along a few other items for Duskcrusher.
* **Cloak of the Mantra Ray**: Being a sailor wearing as much armor as he is did on the seas was akin to walking around if your own coffin. Although, it never concerned Rolf, that would require someone fool enough to try to throw him overboard. When the opportunity came along to get the cloak that help him not sink in water, it was too good not to take. He used the cloak to ford a stream to combat a Froghemeth.
* **Decanter of Endless Water**: He obtained the Decanter when the Band successfully smashed the drug den of Cigam. Thinking it an amusing option to utilize when can't get to the enemy. During the fires of the Brickhurst district, Rolf used the decanter to help put out the flames. He also has used the decanter to help push a small boat upriver.