In a world of loose change, Rohan is the shiney loonie amongst us bad pennies. He is an iconoclast, a welcome disruption in the time-continuum, a giggling anachronism. He is the man in the hat.

Rohan can easily be mistaken for a professionally pious jew. He wears a black homburg hat, (actually only one of many many hats), black jacket, black suspenders, black pants, pocket watch and always has some huge tome in his possession.

He stands about five foot two in his socks and walks with a stoop acquired from too many long hours studying in the library. He looks like a Dean of Marxist Studies brooding behind his bushy old world beard. And when he is nervous he talks like a rabid intellectual. But don't let that fool you... Rohan is a seething man-beast of lust and passion. He loves food, wine, women and song. There is nothing more in life that he enjoys than a damned good laugh. When you hear him laugh it becomes so infectious, so wonderful to hear that you want to make him laugh all the more.

...as is Rohan this page is a work in progress!