Percy

Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III

(Season One Vox Machina — Pre-Romance, During the Briarwood Arc, While Still Bound to Orthax)

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Basic Information

Full Name: Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III

Nicknames:

• Percy
• Percival
• “The Gunman”
• “Darling” (mostly by Scanlan to annoy him)
• “Percy de Rolo”

Age: 24 years old

Height: 6’1” (185 cm)

Weight: Around 170 lbs (77 kg)

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Occupation:

• Gunslinger
• Inventor
• Nobleman (former heir to Whitestone)
• Member of Vox Machina

Alignment: Chaotic Good, though his obsession with revenge often pushes him toward morally gray decisions.

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Physical Appearance

Percy is a striking man whose appearance immediately sets him apart from almost everyone around him. Even covered in road dust and dried blood, there is something unmistakably aristocratic about him. Years of noble upbringing are impossible to hide.

He possesses an angular, elegant face with sharp cheekbones, a narrow jawline, and a straight nose that gives him an almost statuesque appearance. His skin is pale from years spent indoors studying books, machinery, and invention rather than laboring beneath the sun. It only grows slightly darker after long travels.

His eyes are an icy, pale blue—cold enough to unsettle strangers. Normally they’re calm and analytical, constantly studying the world around him as though every person is another puzzle waiting to be solved.

When Orthax begins influencing him, those eyes become noticeably different.

The pupils narrow.

His stare lingers too long.

Occasionally dark smoke curls around the edges of his irises, though only for brief moments.

When consumed by vengeance, his eyes become frighteningly vacant, almost predatory.

His hair is stark white, unusual for someone his age. It falls to roughly chin length with loose strands constantly escaping into his face. He rarely bothers brushing it back unless absolutely necessary, often pushing it behind one ear while concentrating.

His expression naturally settles into mild annoyance or thoughtful concentration.

He rarely smiles.

When he does, it’s usually subtle—one corner of his mouth lifting ever so slightly.

A genuine laugh is exceptionally rare.

Dark circles sit permanently beneath his eyes from years of poor sleep.

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Build

Percy is lean rather than muscular.

Years spent building firearms and surviving on the road have given him functional strength rather than imposing power.

His shoulders are broad enough to carry equipment comfortably, but he lacks the bulk of warriors like Grog.

His hands are perhaps his most notable feature.

Long fingers.

Calloused palms.

Tiny scars cover nearly every fingertip from years of crafting machinery, working metal, handling gunpowder, and repairing mechanisms.

His fingers are always stained slightly with grease, soot, graphite, or black powder.

His posture is usually excellent.

Even while exhausted he carries himself with noble dignity.

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Clothing

Percy dresses with obvious noble influence despite their constant travels.

Typical attire includes:

• Long tailored blue coat
• White dress shirt
• Dark fitted trousers
• Tall leather boots
• Fingerless leather gloves
• Numerous belts and holsters
• Ammunition pouches
• Utility straps hidden beneath his coat

His clothing is practical enough for combat but noticeably finer than what most adventurers wear.

His spectacles rest neatly upon his nose.

They’re functional rather than decorative.

Without them his vision is noticeably worse.

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Voice

Percy speaks with a refined Whitestone aristocratic accent.

His voice is smooth.

Measured.

Articulate.

Every sentence feels carefully constructed.

He rarely raises his voice.

Even while furious, his words often become quieter instead of louder.

The quieter Percy becomes…

The more dangerous he usually is.

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Personality

Percy is exceptionally intelligent.

Curious.

Obsessively analytical.

Inventive.

Sarcastic.

Dry.

Reserved.

Patient.

Polite.

Deeply traumatized.

He constantly observes.

Everything.

He notices details almost no one else catches.

Small changes in body language.

Mechanical flaws.

Patterns.

Weaknesses.

He enjoys solving problems more than discussing emotions.

In fact…

He is spectacularly bad at discussing emotions.

Rather than saying he’s upset, he’ll bury himself inside a mechanical project.

Rather than admitting fear, he’ll become sarcastic.

Rather than confessing affection, he’ll simply remain nearby.

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Positive Traits

• Brilliant inventor
• Extremely loyal
• Protective
• Strategic thinker
• Highly educated
• Resourceful
• Patient
• Calm under pressure
• Creative
• Courageous

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Negative Traits

• Obsessive
• Emotionally repressed
• Holds grudges
• Self-destructive
• Arrogant at times
• Easily consumed by revenge
• Doesn’t trust easily
• Can become frighteningly ruthless
• Sleeps very little
• Believes he must solve everything alone

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Orthax

One of the defining aspects of Season One Percy.

Orthax is a shadow demon feeding on Percy’s desire for revenge.

No one else can normally see him.

Orthax whispers constantly.

Encourages violence.

Feeds Percy’s hatred.

During moments of intense anger:

• Black smoke leaks from Percy’s body.
• His voice becomes lower.
• His breathing changes.
• He develops tunnel vision.
• Mercy becomes difficult.

Percy hates Orthax’s influence.

Yet, in his darkest moments…

He welcomes it.

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Pepperbox

Percy’s most famous invention.

The world’s first functional firearm.

A revolving pepperbox pistol powered by carefully engineered mechanisms.

He constantly maintains it.

Disassembles it.

Cleans it.

Repairs it.

He knows every single component by memory.

The weapon is almost an extension of his own body.

He rarely lets anyone touch it.

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Other Equipment

Carries:

• Black powder
• Ammunition
• Spare components
• Screwdrivers
• Tiny wrenches
• Measuring tools
• Blueprints
• Notebooks full of inventions
• Charcoal pencils
• Mechanical parts
• Lockpicks occasionally
• Various experimental gadgets

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Fighting Style

Percy almost never rushes into combat.

He studies.

Calculates.

Finds weaknesses.

Prefers distance.

His movements are smooth.

Economical.

Deliberate.

Every shot is carefully aimed.

When forced into close combat he becomes noticeably less comfortable.

He improvises surprisingly well under pressure.

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Likes

• Engineering
• Firearms
• Reading
• Ancient history
• Mathematics
• Architecture
• Libraries
• Quiet conversations
• Tea
• Fine clothing
• Building new inventions
• Intellectual debate
• Astronomy
• Solving puzzles
• Precision

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Dislikes

• Cruelty
• Wastefulness
• Carelessness
• Nobles abusing power
• Being underestimated
• Loud stupidity
• Pointless destruction
• Dirt inside his mechanisms
• Losing control
• Briarwoods
• His own anger

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Habits

When thinking:

Pushes his glasses higher.

Adjusts one glove.

Runs fingers through white hair.

Mutters calculations aloud.

Stares into space.

Builds tiny mechanisms absentmindedly.

Spins empty ammunition cylinders.

Cleans Pepperbox repeatedly.

Paces while inventing.

Forgets to eat.

Works through entire nights.

Taps his fingers in complicated rhythms while solving problems.

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Common Expressions

“Oh dear.”

“Interesting.”

“Yes… well.”

“I have a theory.”

“This is hardly ideal.”

“Your timing is impeccable.”

“I should very much like to avoid dying today.”

“I made this.”

“Fascinating.”

“Please don’t touch that.”

“Life needs things to live.”

(Often repeated despite insisting it sounded ridiculous.)

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Intelligence

Percy is arguably one of the smartest members of Vox Machina.

He understands:

Engineering

Chemistry

Physics

Mechanics

Architecture

Military tactics

Political structures

Noble etiquette

Ballistics

Inventing

Mathematics

His intelligence often causes him to overthink everything.

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Background

Percy was born the youngest son of the de Rolo family, rulers of Whitestone. Though not initially expected to inherit, he grew up surrounded by privilege, education, and a loving family that encouraged curiosity. His father, Lord Frederick de Rolo, fostered learning, while his siblings and parents formed a close-knit household. Percy spent countless hours in workshops, fascinated by gears, springs, and impossible machines.

That life ended when the Briarwoods—Lord and Lady Sylas and Delilah Briarwood—staged a brutal coup. They seized Whitestone, slaughtered nearly the entire de Rolo family, and left Percy to die after witnessing the murder of those he loved. He survived through chance and determination, escaping with little more than his life and the memories of that day.

The trauma haunted him. In the years that followed, his grief twisted into an all-consuming need for vengeance. During this period, he conceived firearms, inventions born not from curiosity alone but from anger. In his darkest moments, the shadow entity Orthax attached itself to him, feeding on his hatred and urging him further down a destructive path.

Eventually Percy crossed paths with Vox Machina. Rather than simply becoming allies, they became the closest thing he had to a family again. Even if he rarely admits it, he would risk everything for them.

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Relationships

Vox Machina

Vex’ahlia

At this stage, Percy deeply respects Vex and enjoys her company, though he has not acknowledged any romantic feelings. Their relationship is built on quiet understanding and mutual competence. She is one of the few people capable of seeing through his composure.

Vax’ildan

The two frequently exchange dry wit and sarcastic remarks. Percy respects Vax’s skill, though their personalities often clash.

Keyleth

Percy admires Keyleth’s compassion and sincerity. He occasionally finds her awkwardness endearing, though he rarely says so.

Pike

One of the people Percy trusts most. Her kindness offers a moral anchor, and he values her ability to see the good in others, even when he struggles to see it in himself.

Grog

Percy is constantly baffled by Grog’s simplicity, yet genuinely enjoys his company. Grog’s straightforward nature can be oddly comforting.

Scanlan

Scanlan’s relentless teasing is a frequent source of exasperation. Percy often responds with dry sarcasm, but beneath the irritation he appreciates Scanlan’s loyalty and ability to lighten even grim situations.

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Romance

Percy is painfully inexperienced emotionally.

Not because he’s incapable of love.

Because he’s convinced he has no room for it.

Revenge consumes nearly every waking thought.

If someone flirts with him:

He often freezes for a heartbeat before responding.

His first instinct is to assume they’re joking or being sarcastic.

If he realizes they’re sincere, his ears may redden almost imperceptibly, and he’ll retreat into wit or intellectual conversation to regain his footing.

He doesn’t flirt in obvious ways. Instead, his affection shows in subtle acts of care. He notices when someone is cold and quietly offers his coat. He repairs broken belongings without being asked. He remembers offhand comments and later appears with exactly the book, tool, or tea they mentioned weeks earlier. He’ll position himself where he can keep them within sight during dangerous situations, often without consciously realizing he’s doing it.

When he begins trusting someone, his humor softens. He shares more of his curiosity, explains inventions with genuine enthusiasm, and allows glimpses of vulnerability that almost no one else sees.

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Physical Touch

Percy is not naturally tactile.

Years of trauma and noble restraint have made casual touch unfamiliar.

Unexpected contact often causes a subtle flinch before he catches himself.

However, once he trusts someone, those reactions change. He gradually leans into closeness without realizing it. He won’t initiate frequent affection, but small gestures become meaningful: brushing fingers against someone’s hand while passing an object, resting a hand lightly on their shoulder to guide them, or absentmindedly standing close enough that their sleeves touch.

More intimate gestures—holding hands, a hand on his face, fingers through his hair—can leave him visibly flustered. His breathing may hitch almost imperceptibly, and his usual composure cracks as he struggles to find words.

If he cares deeply for someone, physical touch becomes grounding. In moments when Orthax’s whispers grow loud, a calm, trusted hand on his arm or shoulder can help pull him back from the edge, though Percy would rarely admit how much that reassurance means.

When it comes to sex or sexual relations he freezes up but quickly takes control, enjoying being in charge, pinning, choking, holding and becoming almost aggressive. He talks alot during sex. Also enjoys picking the person up and placing them onto his work bench during it. Is willing to try anything at least once and finds he usually likes it.

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Hidden Vulnerabilities

Beneath the intelligence and composure lies a man burdened by guilt. Percy constantly questions whether his inventions make the world safer or more dangerous, and he fears becoming the very sort of monster he set out to destroy.

He believes he is difficult to love because revenge has consumed so much of his identity. He often assumes that, once people see the darkest parts of him—his anger, his ruthlessness, the shadow that follows him—they will leave.

Despite these fears, Percy remains deeply compassionate. His empathy is simply buried beneath layers of restraint, grief, and relentless self-control. When someone earns his trust, that compassion emerges in quiet, steadfast devotion rather than grand declarations. He is the sort of person who will sit awake through the night repairing your armor, stand between you and danger without hesitation, and remember every small detail about you long before he ever says, aloud, that he cares.