Instantly distinguishable by his toothsome grin and feral charisma, Rockett Remmington is in large part responsible for the Gentlemen of Leisure’s rowdy reputation. Detractors say the organization would be better off without his intemperate influence, while others say he is absolutely essential to its vitality. Still, both sides of the argument call him captivating, endearingly passionate, and ferociously alluring.

BORN TO BE WILD
Though many now consider him a rascal and a rogue, Rockett was exceptionally quiet and well-mannered as a child. It was while vacationing in the French countryside with his family near Alet-les-Bains (Aude) that young Rockett, then named Rocky, wandered away from the protection of his parents, and into the grim foreign hill country. After extensive searching his parents returned stateside, convinced their son had perished in the wilderness. For several years Rockett eluded rescue and stalked the barren territory untamed. Nearby townspeople talked of a young boy loping through their crops, suckling milk from goats and throttling piglets but the authorities never put two and two together. Eventually, a young photographer had an encounter with Rockett while hiking. She snapped photos of the mangy boy as he puffed out his chest, struck his buttocks with a rabbit pelt, howled, and stuck sticks in his hair. He loved the flash of the camera and the delighted girl found Rockett to be an endlessly entertaining subject. They returned to town together and struck up a disastrous romance. From then on Rockett began reintegrating himself into society with varied success.

AN ACTIVE EDUCATION
While studying Psychogenic Medicine, Cryptozoology, and other arcane subjects at the University of the Horned Hawk in the small town of Drempavia, Rockett fully admits, his unconventional education was not his main concern. It seems Cudgel Ball was. Rockett was awarded the top collegiate player in the country for 3 consecutive years

NATURAL PHOTOGRAPHY
In preparation for the "Unbridled" photoshoot Rockett nearly got himself hanged by an angry lynch mob. Rockett wears bruises and lacerations like others wear jewelry. He has a strange custom of acquiring injuries before every photo shoot that has left many a make-up artist clamoring for additional reimbursement. “I know it makes their job hard. But then, I would argue whether they should even have a job… I’m required to sit there while they paint my face into a lie? Nonsense! They’re aesthetic censors! Vandals! Instead, I want the people to see me unfiltered. So I can say. I look as I look.” Rockett’s passion for natural photography has angered many professionals who call him masochistic and say he sends the wrong message to his impressionable fans. “They should not call into question whether I have these marks and flaws, but how I received them. I do research before every photoshoot. Sociological experiments. These marks are the results of that research and a testament to my own humanity. I am no painted beast."

NATURE’S CALL
At Dragons Den they say that the clothes he models are the only clothes they can get him into. Apart from those times, Rockett can be found stalking the corridors of the esteemed fashion institute clad only in a girdle of wolf skin. His minimalist approach to personal fashion leaves Rockett more time for completing mad-libs, writing autobiographies for each of his multiple personalities, and loping about on all fours.