De Rolo Next Generation Headcanons

because let’s face it I was going to do these anyway at some point. They said at least 5, so I’m doing 5 for now because that is a lot of children. From left to right:

Vax’ildan Julius Von Musel Klossowski De Rolo

Vax, a ranger, much like his mother, explores the wilderness surrounding the city. He’s the baby of the bunch, and feels a bit more comfortable taking care of Trinket and other animals he’s fond of than being among the big crowds at family gatherings. He likes to tinker with clockwork pieces, a bit like his father, and is an excellent lockpicker. 

Johanna Elaina Von Musel Klossowski De Rolo

No one was more surprised than Percy when his second eldest expertly fired her first gun - she’d snuck into his tools as a teen, stole one of them, and began training herself alone when she could. Obviously, Percy had some rules regarding it, but like her mother, she has her father wrapped around her little finger. 

Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski De Rolo IV

-But you can call him Freddie. The eldest De Rolo child has a lot to live up to.  Not only his family name, but as the first child of Vox Machina at large, he’s surrounded by legends from the beginning. He has a lot to live up to, so he often spends time with Aunt Cassandra, honing his rogue skills. Though he’s trained with her on the sword, he feels much more comfortable with daggers in his hands (he knows from the stories why that might worry his mother. It also might be why the ravens of Whitestone are so fond of him.)

Vesper Whitney Von Musel Klossowski De Rolo

One of the twins, Vesper’s been interested in the arcane from the start. In her studies, she found with careful practice that she could cast a few weak spells. Over the years, she’s cut it down to a minute science for herself - all about reactions and components and correct technique. 

Cassian Oliver Von Musel Klossowski De Rolo

The other twin, Cassian is a Paladin who carries Pelor and the Raven Queen’s symbols with him. Both deities hold an important part of his family’s history - one he clings to, as a tiefling. He doesn’t begrudge his father’s deals all too much, but he won’t deny that there’s a reason he chose divinity as the source of his magic. 

Vesper Elaina De Rolo, 836 P.D.

Fic below of Vesper meeting the Nein

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Vesper De Rolo

She grew up on slightly sanitized tales of Vox Machina. The blood and death remained, but her parents kept Scanlan away from story time with her until after they’d had The Talk. She was told of mighty battles, revenge, of pranks and drunken decisions.

She grew up with legends.

They don’t tell you how hard it is to grow up in the shadow of legends.

And as her father shared designs for his clock tower, as her mother talked with ravens, as she got older - well.

She snuck into her father’s workshop, some nights, and snuck out to her mother’s shooting range in the woods, revolver in hand - and she practiced her aim. She improved her pet project based on her father’s designs, when her parents were out on official business. 

He’d promised never to build another gun - she’d made no such oath. 

No, she learned different lessons from those childhood stories than they probably wanted.  She learned that if she didn’t learn to defend herself, didn’t get stronger, one day it would not end well. How else would she protect her loved ones? Still, she kept it a secret - no need to worry her parents over her interests.

Her siblings didn’t know - they were still too young. Freddie preferred sparring with Aunt Cassandra and learning about lordship (she attended her lessons too, of course, but he had a keen mind for politics.)

The twins were still little. She did hope that being a tiefling and aasimar wouldn’t drive them apart. And baby Vax was adorable, but he definitely wasn’t going to rat her out for her nightly adventures. He was too busy taking rides on Trinket’s back.

And the funny thing is - the past doesn’t repeat itself, but it does rhyme. 

She was visiting Uncle Taryon in Deastock with the family when it happened. A visitor from the Cerberus Assembly, come to follow up on an old quest Tary had done for them. The old man had two guards in black, rippling faintly with arcane force. 

“Please, call me Trent, Lord and Lady De Rolo,” he had simpered. They were bringing out tea for them - the male guard in black refused to drink, humming. 

Without warning or provocation, they attacked. Mother and Father hadn’t even been able to grab their weapons in time to properly defend themselves or the kids - but Vesper had been hiding her gun beneath her skirts for years.

She fired at the old man first, figuring it would distract the guards long enough for her parents to act. She was right - even if she got lightning called on her in the meantime.

They managed to subdue them together with minimal injury. Her mother cast healing spells while her father stared her down.

“Vesper Elaina De Rolo, what in hell were you thinking?”