Rokti was born in Osirion. When he was just a child he was snatched from his home by Dagon cultists. The cult believed Rokti to be the unkowing scion of Azlanti blood, whose bloodline would make him an ideal vessel for Dagon's wrath.

The cult invested all of their resources into brainwashing and indoctrinating him into their beliefs, smothering the memory of his family under the weight of Dagon's influence. From the moment he was old enough, the cult pressed him into magical training across both the arcane and divine spectrum. No matter how much they pushed, however, nothing ever seemed to take.

Frustrated, they beat him within an inch of his life.

Rokti learned the most important lesson of his life while laying in a puddle of his own blood in the cult. There is no higher authority than power. When his power to control water manifested itself, he taught that lesson to the cult. There were no survivors.

When he got done teaching them why he doesn't need magic, Rokti decided he would do what the cult was too weak and afraid to do. He gathered up the few relics they had managed to gather and set out into the ocean depths to find Dagon. Either he would bargain with the demon lord for more power, or kill him and take it.

His search took him all across the Obari ocean, turning over every rock and reef, surfacing every once in a while to blow off his frustrations by sinking ships, earning him the nickname The Hurricane of Obari. Eventually he gave up on trying to locate Dagon by himself and began enslaving devilfish to serve him, and captured a merfolk to sacrifice to Dagon to attract his attention.

While trying to decide whether to sacrifice the merfolk or have a little fun with him, Rokti felt the wake of a large ship passing overhead. Stuffing the merfolk into a giant clam, he chased after the ship. Nothing cleared his head like sinking a ship.

He rose out of the ocean riding a wave, an act he played frequently to terrify the crews before blowing a hole in their vessel, but this time would be different. This time involved the Wayfarers. An enormous Rattaur, dropped down behind the ship, atop the water, and pushed it at a speed that even Rokti couldn't keep pace with.

A day later, when he finally caught pace with them, he found the ship anchored at his old haunt, a graveyard of ships that he had dug himself. He emerged once again, this time summoning an elder water elemental using the ritual dagger he'd taken from the cult. It was immediately vaporized by a blast of void energy from a rotund badger aboard the ship. When he attempted to bring the fight aboard the vessel, he was quickly surrounded by cloud giants and stomped unconscious. By the graces of the rakshasa aboard he was spared for questioning.

Rokti awoke to the smell of sausages a day later. After some light questioning and being fed a delicious sausage, the rakshasa offered him a deal. Die here, or join him and become more powerful than Dagon could ever make him. The decision was obvious.

Now he's a member of the Wayfarer's Guild. He hates the fact that that he's rarely allowed to kill anyone, but he can't deny the fact that he loves being pampered by the Rakshasa's staff. He walks all over two of the other kineticists in the guild, a pair of Fire and Water kineticists who worship Zon Kuthon, and they love it. Occasionally Taurie, the surrogate leader while Anizhar is away, takes him out on 'privateering' missions where he's free to go wild and sink a few ships. He likes those.

Recently he's developed a crush on Maelyn, a Champion of the Cascade paladin. His upbringing left him with... lackluster social skills, and he doesn't understand why Maelyn isn't climbing all over him after he showed off his amazing water blasts, summoned an elder water elemental, and made fun of him.

He also hasn't figured out that Maelyn is a femboy, not a girl.

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