I hope you find this to your standard
: Aerthil “The Hawk” Killegan, (Prefers to be known by Killegan to avoid familiarity.)Age
: Doesn’t care what politics are aboard as long as they don’t disturb him.Profession/Role
: Strictly speaking is a rogue trader (His point of view.) however most can claim that he is a pirate, a thief, a smuggler and possibly worse. He is however noted as a good sailor, quite capable at escaping his pursuers with his modified cutter; The Forgotten Shore
Formerly an honourable crew member of the merchant ship; The August Raven
. Sadly disaster struck the ship when it was raided, most of the crew were never seen again save the captain, Aerthil and two others. All remain unavenged, Aerthil’s bitterness stems from this event.Appearance
: Tall, tanned and muscular, many would say Aerthil is a handsome and dashing rogue if he would only smile more often. His blond-brown dreadlocks are normally kept in a ponytail , oddly making it resemble a birds nest and has the distinct smell of the sea trapped within or so some say. Aerthil earned his nickname because of his eyes, a hauntingly yellow so bright you could easily think that he stole them from a hawk.
Although his hair is generally unkept, Aerthil regularly shaves. Considering how often he is at sea most would find this strange. Running across his right cheek is a sabre slash that begins just below his ear and ends at his chin, this is a reminder of The August Raven
and when in deep contemplation Aerthil is known to run his thumb across it.
His clothing is simple and unelegant, short sleeved shirt with little decorative purposes, pants held with a plain belt and a pair of worn boots.
Aerthil’s equipment on the other hand fulfil the dashing side of him, a cutlass is sheathed across his back, its handle protruding just to the left of his head, a long double edge dagger on his hip and a set of near identical gauntlets that he only seems to wear when on ‘business’ or in a fight. Weapons/Equipment
: A simple cutlass, no decorative images rest across the blade but the handle resembles a raven’s head. Formerly belonged to the captain that once inspired a young Aerthil to set sails with him.
A long double edge dagger, although the leather grip is worn its blade is still sharp and in good condition. The first weapon he ever received while he served The August Raven
His gauntlets allow him to do three important things, firstly they cover his knuckles in a fist fight lowering the swelling, two they allow his hawks to perch on his arms without fear of the talons sinking in his skin and lastly his right gauntlet hides a single shot pistol, the trigger system is in two separate parts. The safety lock is by his elbow requiring that the left thumb is adding pressure while the firing trigger is activated by adding pressure from the left index finger. This allows him to brace for the recoil but due to its nature Aerthil only uses this device as a last case scenario.
This weapon was a gift after he hide an engineer from some false accusations until he was able to prove himself innocent.Pets
; Ever since he was a kid he took in a young injured sea hawk, from then on he is never seen without one. Perhaps it was this an act of kindness that won the hawk over or maybe it is a sign from the gypsy gods regardless the reason, the hawk and its offspring follow Aerthil, acting as his only constant companions over the bitter years of grief. They only show aggression to those who threaten their master but are otherwise surprisingly affectionate.
Aetthil uses them to fish, navigation, scouting or sending out important messages but refuses to chance them in a random battle. They don’t have names as Aerthil feels that would be a sign of entrapment and refuses to cage them in man-kin’s attempts to tame them and remove the wilderness inside each of them.
Both of them are intelligent and a capable of tasks one would assume incomparable to their kind. But they’ve watch Aerthil sail alone for many years and know what he needs at what time. The female of the pair is distinguished by her blue-silver eyes, the male has the traditional yellow. Personality
: Aerthil is a bitter, jaded, cynical and distrustful man at first glance, he’s generally sarcastic to those who’ve yet to earn his reluctant trust and even then he’s still can be a bit of a jerk. But underneath this cold figure, deep in that dark pit you’d call his soul still lies the young spirit of an adventurer. Still wanting to sail the seas to find forgotten shores, help discover and witness things yet seen. To take a voyage filled with wonder and take that naive step towards the unknown. But that nostalgic feel is normally crushed by the memory of the fate of his crew, the shattering reminder of a dream long buried.
Aerthil is vengeful and a brutal fighter, giving no quarter to those who he sees as deserving. Even now he searches for those who destroyed everything he held dear, still he searches for those who took away the lives of his friends. The only time he consistently shows his soft side are his two hawks.
He also doesn’t seem to have problems with the Orr-kin, though they can say it’s because they have the money he needs, Aerthil did take some pages from his captain. He has the same hatred for slavers and slave traders, going out of his way to disrupt their ‘business’.
On the occasion or after a particularly hard fight he smokes, though he does claim “it’s a disgusting habit” and once every year he stops at his home port to drink for a full week to forget his failings, to try and remember the happier times and to visit the graves of his crew knowing that they still remain unavenged. Magick
: Earth elementalist (“The irony hurts my soul so much.”); limited ability to manipulate the earth around him. Though he is able to use magic, Aerthil despises his magic and almost always refuses to make use of it when he is on dry land. He does grudgingly admit though that it has saved his life on more than one occasion.
Another reason why he doesn’t use it often is because he’s almost always on the sea.Hobbies
: Austringer, watching to sun rise and set, an excellent swimmer (Has to be when some fool goes overboard.) and a reasonable shipwright.History
: Born to a simple family of farmers who sold their goods close to the port. Every end of the harvest he would go with his father to the market to sell the fruits of their labour to sailors who needed them, eventually they struck up a friendly deal with the elderly merchant captain of The August Raven
and his second man. It was on his eighth year that Aerthil found an injured sea hawk washed on the shore. Although the wound was not serious its health had deteriorated due to it being unable to hunt. Months after gentle coaxing and slow feeding the hawk regained its strength. It was then that the gods perhaps gifted Aerthil with eyes that mimicked the eyes of his companion. This frightened his parents and with reluctance Aerthil decided to ask the captain if who could set sail with him, doing whatever was needed to become accepted as one of the crew. Perhaps the captain saw something more than a ‘cursed’ boy who’s eyes were of a hawk because he took him under his guidance. Though the crew were harsh and criticized his ever action, Aerthil slowly earned their respect and without notice they gave him what he needed. In time he became their mascot, the boy who’s hawk soared ahead of the ship to see what fortunes rested just beyond the horizon.
When the captain died of age, his second in command; Tyrnial took over and it was here Aerthil’s adventure began. Taking life at its fullest the captain of The August Raven
took daring jobs, explored new trade routes and made Aerthil’s life worth living. He would follow his captain through fire, just like everyone else on the ship. Tyrnial had always supported the young lad, went out of his way to help reconcile Aerthil and his family, acting as an older brother that Aerthil would never have.
Yet those happy times would come to an end, after his twenty-first year, Aerthil and his friends had just received some valuable cargo that would surely aid their rise to fame and allow them to set sails to parts unknown. But as they sailed into the first week of their journey a band of ‘pirates’ raided the ship, killing almost all who were onboard and burnt the ship, the cargo untouched and Aerthil’s beloved hawk died during the battle shot as he reared it’s talon’s to the pirate’s captain. Those who survived the fight were forced to endure nights filled with panic as sharks and other sea predators hunted each of them down. Some died of exhaustion, some to the lack of water, others gave in to despair. In the end only four would wash up to port, they would tell their tale but nothing could be done. The pirates disappeared without a trace only leaving the guilt riddle Trynial to wonder who did this and why but eventually the unanswered question to their toll, with it Trynial’s life.
Aerthil intended to follow his captain into oblivion, unable to sleep due to the nightmares of helplessness as his friends and in a sense family died in front of him, their corpses floating by him during the cold nights only to disappear in a feeding frenzy. As he stood at the edge of a cliff ready to end his existence two sea hawks perched themselves on his shoulders, carefully driving their talons into his skin to snap him out of despair.
Spending the next few nights grieving anew, he returned a different man. Aerthil decided to sink into the underworld and try to discover was responsible for the destruction of The August Raven’s
dream. Each year passed with little to no information, slowly he began to give in and slowly gave up his search. After eight years Aerthil become truly a different man save of one time in each year were he would return home to grieve anew, to drink away his pains, his happy memories because for him it had become too much to bear. The burden was too much for a man alone in the growing darkness.Themes
: His main theme at sea. When in combat, or angry His tender softer side