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[color=RoyalBlue][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][right][b][h1] [i]Ollo Darechnin[/i][img]http://myartmagazine.com/file/imagecache/preview/image/10-2014/chipmunk-chef-digital-art-chris-beatrice.jpg[/img][/h1][/b][/right][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[sub][i] " Snacks soothe the soul. Supper brings together family. Feasts heartens a village and banquets prosper nations. Food is the language of all races. "[/i][/sub]
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[cell][h3][color=RoyalBlue][b][i]Race / Species[/i][/b][/color] Raskaal [/h3][/cell]
[cell][h3][color=RoyalBlue][b][i]Sex[/i][/b][/color] ♂ [/h3][/cell]
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[cell][h3][color=RoyalBlue][b][i]Appearance[/i][/b][/color][/h3] [sub] Unlike his muscular krieger brethren, Ollo is dimunitive in comparison to the 5 foot tall towering heights of these elite warriors. Ollo overall bears the most resemblance to an over-sized stodman rabbit.  A even whiskered face complement a bright buck-toothed smile with plump furry cheeks to each side. A coat of tawny light grey fur coats his rotund body interspersed with black spots that slowly accumulate into a dark pelt at the bottom of his torso and back-legs with one single white scuttle-butt. His underbelly and pouch are coated with a fine carpet of white. His twitching leaf-shaped ears are lightly burned and cut at the edges from several past kitchen incidents. He is never seen without his usual chef adornment consisting of an over-sized chef's hat and a stained apron.  [/sub][/cell]
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[cell][h3][color=RoyalBlue][b][i]Age - [/i][/b][/color]24[/h3][/cell]
[cell][h3][color=RoyalBlue][b][i]Voice[/i][/b][/color][/h3][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fb9Jivr8cvs] [sub] Rough and burlesque. Far more louder than you would expect for a woodland creature of his size.[/sub][/url][/cell]
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[cell][h3][color=RoyalBlue][b][i]Trade-[/i][/b][/color] Chef [/h3][/cell]
[cell][h3][color=RoyalBlue][b][i]Skills -[/i][/b][/color] Sensitive Taste 1 | Nature 1 | ---[/h3][/cell]
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[cell][h3][color=RoyalBlue][b][i]Quirks[/i][/b][/color][/h3][sub] Fond of picking up roots, berries, leaves or any edible substance and storing them in his pouch. Snacking during conversations or social meetings. Scratches his ears with his feet. Doling out criticism about food on a daily basis. Scribing notes down.[/sub][/cell]
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[cell][h3][color=RoyalBlue][b][i]Interests[/i][/b][/color][/h3] [sub] Breakfast, stodman cuisine, tea, Org cuisine,lunch, Raskaal cuisine, supper, prodigious use of insults, dinner, baking, cooking, brewing, forest root stew,  beetling, wandering, campfires, smiles, compliments, happy customers, writing[/sub][/cell]
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[cell][h3][color=RoyalBlue][b][i]Disgusts[/i][/b][/color][/h3] [sub]bad cooking, bad cooks, beer, alcoholics, wasting food, cannibalism, cynicism, violence, warfare, foxes, wolves, unhappy customers, resting in one place, staying still [/sub][/cell]
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[cell][h3][color=RoyalBlue][b][i]History[/i][/b][/color][/h3][sub]
[i][/i]

of Havnklippe, located near in the mountainous and rocky steppes of the Org Nation of Uhm. Located on a isolated coastal beach underneath the shadow of limestone bays and quartz-stone headlands, Havnklippe was born of scouting expeditions sanctioned by the Raskaal to colonise other lands without the other races noticing. It was a burgeoning kingdom, all of its inhabitants expecting it one day to rival the majestic Raskaal capital of Loppe. The lord of this mighty keep was Kayzar Fjeld, his line originating from the first instigators of Raskaal civilization. Hewn in the cliff-side from drift-wood and sculpted stone, Havnklippe's docks and ports provided safe harbor for all Raskaal where sea trade and commerce flourished. The seas were flush with trout, eel, skippers and flatfish. The seaside cliffs were ripe for mining and scavenging. Kayzar was intent of securing Havnklippe as the next capital of Raspkallian society and as a haven for all that would deserve it, commanding the respect and worship of all Raskaal,

Well, with the exception of one Raskaal. 

Ollo was born in a one and fifty-member pack of the Krieg Kaste. The Krieg Kaste were the noble warriors who defended Raskaal society from all manner of invader, who were responsible for fending off attacks that would have ended the colony of Havnklippe, for ensuring its survival during the War of Brambles. Each Raskaal of the Krieg could lift a boulder, venture up a mountain and conquer the most mightiest of beasts. Ollo defied those expectations by being the runt of runts when he was born. Had his brood mate consorted with another Raskaal? Had she become afflicted with a ailment or pestilence of some sort? Was Ollo a curse that Ratotaskr had laid upon them? 

Seeing no other recourse for their 

It was a pygmy Gegehrun wyvern that had migrated from the west. Jorgamandr the Giant. The great lizard pounced upon their scouting party, bearing a breathe of thunder, claws like guillotines, teeth and scales mightier than the strongest Raskall fortifications. It would be easy prey if it took up arms against a Raskaal Krieg party but a scouting party? The cave sealed shut. 

Ollo readied his crossbow, ready to fire the wick bolt into the pupil of the beast that had felled his brethren and made mincemeat out of his friends. In an act of mercy, Ollo spared the Gegehrun and began to converse with it. The gegehrun revealed that it had migrated in search of food as all of

No one believed him. No one would. Everyone believed that Ollo, the Knight of the Kitchen, had retreated from the cave before the start of the ambush and had gallivanted off to sate his unusual curiosity for food. An epic tale of bravery and courage couldn’t be completed without evidence of bloodshed or, in this case, the head of the Gegehrun. 

Disillusioned and distraught, 

It was a dusky Fehmbday dawn in mid-autumn, the sun slowly awakening from its perch. The fetch of the Bue Channel was howling with gale winds, the promise of fast travel and lands beyond the reaches of Havnklippe. He knew that he had far to go but not, as yet, how far. Accepting his own self-imposed exile from Havnklippe, Ollo gathered the last of his supplies and climbed on-board a Raskaal sail-boat, venturing off from the rocky crags of Uhm and towards greater lands, one glance towards his place of birth and a steady look towards his future. Ollo wandered across Gemflors for 3 years, travelling across a series of networked dirt roads and pavements connected to each of the nations in an inescapable wanderlust. He stops from tavern to tavern, offering his skills in exchange for fair pay, good work and knowledge, leaving unexpectedly with no warning to continue his journey onwards towards...somewhere. 

Adventurer, if you are curious to find and converse with the 'Kitchen's Blade', then, you may now find him as a cook in Ledwyn's Tune, a tavern located on the outskirts of Heil. He will offer you more of his deeds and escapades in exchange for an hungry appetite and a willing ear. 

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[cell][sup][center]Visionary[/center][/sup][/cell]
[cell][sup][center]Flakey[/center][/sup][/cell]
[cell][sup][center]Understanding[/center][/sup][/cell]
[cell][sup][center]Easy-Going[/center][/sup][/cell]
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[center][h3][color=RoyalBlue][b][i]Clothes & Equipement[/i][/b][/color][/h3][/center]
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[cell]White Linen Chef's Hat[/cell][cell]Cotton Tunic[/cell][cell](arms)[/cell]
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[cell](hands)[/cell][cell]Pocketed Apron [/cell][cell](waist)[/cell]
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[cell]Flaxen Belt[/cell][cell]Baby Sheepskin Trousers[/cell][cell](feet)[/cell]
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[cell]Bandoleer of Spices[/cell][cell]Leather Haversack[/cell][cell](accessory #3)[/cell]
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[cell]Personal Cooking Tome[/cell][cell]Pygmy Gegherun Tooth Knife[/cell][cell]Cavestone Pan[/cell]
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[cell]2 x Reed of Charcoal[/cell][cell]Flint and Steel[/cell][cell]Mortar and Pestle[/cell]
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[cell]Bottle of Sea-Shroom Oil[/cell][cell]Pouch of Ember-Kernels[/cell][cell]4 x Phials of Seasonings [sub](Blue Eyfrel, Mountain Ginger, River Salt, Dried Himvock)[/sub][/cell]
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