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Rocco Ramone Campbell On Game As: Rocco Played By: Joe Gilgun Concept: Lost Rock God Date of Birth: Feb 13, 1969 Apparent Age: late 20s Occupation: Musician & Bartender Virtue: Confident Vice: Selfish Freehold: None Motley: None

Seeming: Darkling Kith: Polychromatic Nightsinger Court: Moon Entitlement: The Charmed Circle Keeper: Unknown

Overview

      Rocco Ramone hailed from a small place outside London. He was born in 1969 (YEAH BABY) and came of age right in time for the punk music scene to break big. His family took off for Ireland when he was barely in his double digits and he hated it. He turned to music as an outlet and picked up a guitar and started to play, but when he went to form a band, it turns out every bloke in his area played guitar, so he switched to bass. In his teens, he started and crashed-and-burned several bands until finding some small amount of local success that led to him moving back to London itself. Working as a bartender to make ends meet, he'd play on the side and fell in with a band that had just kicked out their bass player. This led to a tour that planted him in the bright lights of New York City where he decided to stay.

      After a few years there in the mid 80s, he climbed onto the Brooklyn Bridge and was seen falling. Reports said that he was high, drunk and probably suicidal and nobody ever found the body. Turns out, his tortured artist act had gotten the wrong kind of attention and he was Taken, forced to spend his life as a performer. His Keeper took the 'tortured artist' trope a little too seriously and he was fed every altering substance his little addict heart could desire as long as he kept playing. And oh did he embrace it. He reveled in it. He was a rock god, basking in the glory of it all, soaking up all the attention. Until he found himself replaced by the Next New Thing. Hey, the True Fae can be fickle things after all. In revolt, he lashed out and paid the penalties. Hey, any attention is better than none! Then it got old and he got the hell out of dodge. When you're the forgotten one, it's easy.

      He came out of the Hedge and found himself back in New York City, but it was no longer the city he knew. Before it was bright lights and gritty darkness. Now it was glassed over, full of neon and tourists. It was 2007 and he hated the hell out of it. But he found himself taken in by the local freehold and landed in the court of the Moon. He took on the name of Rocco Campbell, choosing the name from a can of soup. Finally he found his place. He had his tribe. And so he became a nomad of sorts, turning into a professional couch surfer. Somehow after a few years he even ended up Monarch, serving as the Moon King several times. With contacts made between his gigs as a bartender and a bass player, he became an in-demand studio player, also filling in for live shows that dried up the worse his behavior became. He wrote songs. Some became popular. But then he found a new love as a music producer under the name Vamplifier and has produced some of the biggest underground albums of the past few years. Genre didn't matter as long as it was dark and gritty. He missed the grunge phase and the industrial phase, but his music tends to remain firmly punk with just hints of electronica and techno and dubstep. For the right money he'd even produce some pop music. And now here he is in a little town looking up his former motley-mate and friend Zillah...

Lost Info

There's no getting around it, Rocco is Wyrd 8 and has no qualms about letting it show. He's very much of the opinion that the Lost are god-like and to not live up to that means you're denying yourself.

His mantle is a living thing, tendrils of darkness and shadow that curl out and move around him, smoky yet at the same time the deepest darkest depths of black ever, but also hidden in the depths are motes and sparks of color. It's a living black opal and is entrancing to watch. He's a walking talking LSD trip. He is the self-described god of sex, drugs and rock & roll. What else do you expect from a polychromatic nightsinger with Wyrd 8 and Presence 5 and an ego the size of the east coast?

While mortals amuse him, he makes no attachments to them. (Sorry mortal alts!) He thinks they're no more than cattle, to be used and used up when necessary.

Also, don't ask about his Keeper. He won't talk about it.

Gallery

Logs

(2018.12.21) Korochun Night (2018.12.21) The Crowning of the Moon (2019.01.09) Tragedy & Disgust - The Ball

(2019.11.15) The Return of the Lux (2020.03.27) The Devil and the Serpent (2020.05.03) Wayhouse Catnanigans