Rodney Starfield

### Relatives

Rodney has described himself as a half breed shape changer. It takes him days of hard work and change forms. His mother was a sorceress and his father a changeling. He received a few gifts from each parent.

## Skills & Hobbies

### Skill Proficiencies

arcana, investigation, persuasion, insight, carpenter's tools, navigator's tools, space vehicles, ship repairs

### Rodney's monologue

Rodney has this to say about his current form:

> *"It is a bit of a mimicry of a creature I found on a forest moon. I watched a colony of them over the course of a week while I camped there. They just seem to enjoy life and I liked that. So I spent the time and energy to look as much like them as I could. I shrank two whole feet, lost a ton of muscle mass a little bit of dexterity but I think climbing perks of my claws make up for it. I spent a month living with them just enjoying life most peaceful time I've ever had. I don't change forms often I'll probably have this one for years"*
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*So far you know almost nothing about Rodney so I'm not filling it in yet, you will have to discover it.*

### Backstory Reveal

*Rodney leans back in his chair, eyes alight with the flicker of the candle on the table. His gaze holds a far-off look, as if gazing into the distance of the past. He takes a sip of his drink, clears his throat, and begins to speak.*

> "Many years ago, in another life, I was not the man you see before you today. Back then, I went by another name, held another title - a title of influence, of authority. I was a politician, respected by many, feared by some, and served by all. A guardian of the people's trust, an administrator, and a decision-maker of the state.
> I was the proud owner of a shuttle - the Leviathan - not a warship or an exploration vessel, but a symbol of my position. A political transport shuttle, elegant and imposing, but not built for speed or battle. It was my chariot amongst the stars, my vessel of diplomacy and authority."
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*Rodney pauses, taking another sip of his drink, his eyes momentarily clouded with a far-off memory.*

> "I entered the political scene with the purest of intentions, a beacon of hope in my own mind, aiming to better my community, to bring about change. But you know, the thing about politics is, it's like quicksand. The more you struggle, the deeper you sink. Small favors turned into big ones, minor transgressions became major, and before I knew it, I was part of the very corruption I had vowed to eradicate. I had become the thing I despised."
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*His grip tightens around his drink, knuckles whitening before he releases it and leans back into his chair, his gaze distant and thoughtful.*

> "Then, one day, I woke up. An epiphany struck me, a moment of piercing clarity. I saw myself for what I had become, a puppet in a grand charade. I knew I had to leave it all behind. I had to find myself again, away from the life that was suffocating me. So, I stole my own shuttle, the Leviathan, found myself a reliable pilot, a man by the name of Carl Ramsey, and embarked on a journey. We retrofitted the Leviathan with an astral drive, turning the diplomatic shuttle into a vessel of freedom, and set off into the star-strewn canvas of space"
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   *Rodney's eyes glint with an adventurer's passion, the candlelight dancing in his gaze.*

> "For six months, we journeyed in a straight line, away from the life I had left behind, far away from the politics, corruption, and the entrapments of my past life. We found ourselves in uncharted territories, the vastness of space our only companion. After two months of solitude, we stumbled upon the Rock of Bral, a bustling hub amidst the silence of the void. There, I found you - my crew, my new purpose. I saw in each of you a spark, a desire to make a difference, to do good. So here we are!"
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*He lifts his drink in a toast,*

> "To the Leviathan, to new beginnings, and to our journey forward, may it always be towards the light."
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*As he finishes his tale, Rodney leans back in his chair, a sense of relief washing over his face. His past revealed, his journey shared, he looks around at the faces of his crew, his new family, and smiles.*

### Classic Rodney moments

* *"Quit chewing on her you lunatic!! Have some manners!" -Rodney shouts at the maniac chewing on Kit during the crew's first encounter arriving (crashing) on Folly's Refuge.*

* *"oooo muffins! Do these carbs do anything fun Rodney?! Or just add to the fluff?" -Lumi "I am 222 billion 477 million 222,000 782 cells.... Muffins help all of us,,, thank you,,, mind your business" -Rodney*

* *Rodney steps forward, a sense of focused intensity surrounds him. His fingers dance through the air, tracing invisible patterns as he utters arcane words that echo in the chilling emptiness of the hall. The scent of sulfur and charred parchment fills the air, a surefire sign that fire magic is in play.*

> *"Incendia spiralis, panda pyra, ignis globus, aetherium ignotum, orbis ardere, salamandrae vis, pyrrhus serpens, vortice flammae"*
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> *From his outstretched palm, a tiny glowing bead springs forth, hurtling towards the  four menacing metal gargoyles, gleaming coldly in the eerie light, and an imposing robot at the helm. As the bead whistles through the air, it's but a taste of the powerful forces being bent his will. A mighty tether pulls its way to the asteroid with explosive power at a center.*
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> *As the tiny mote of light closes the distance, there's a moment of absolute silence – a brief, breathless pause where the only movement is the twinkle of the bead. Then, it reaches its destination right between the robot and the gargoyles.*
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> *In an explosive blaze of crimson and gold, the bead erupts, expanding outwards into a colossal sphere of flame with a roar that shakes the very foundations of the street. A blinding flash illuminates every shadowy corner, casting sharp, dancing shadows that twist and writhe like tormented spirits. The fireball subsides as quickly as it had appeared, leaving behind a thick cloud of acrid smoke. As it clears, the once formidable opponents are now misshapen and warped, their forms twisted by the ferocious heat.*
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## Art Gallery

### Themed portraits

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