Background: Sailor (Pirate)
Personality Traits: My friends know they can rely on me, no matter what.
I enjoy sailing into new ports and make new friends over a flagon of ale.
Ideal: Freedom: The sea is freedom - the freedom to go anywhere and to do anything.
Bond: I'll never forget the crushing defeat my company suffered or the enemies who dealt it.
Flaw: If there's a plan, I'll forget it. If I don't forget it, I'll ignore it.
Variant Sailor: Pirate: You spent your youth under the sway of a dread pirate, a ruthless ruffian cutthroat who taught you how to survive in a world of sharks and savages. You've indulged in larceny on the high seas and have sent more than one deserving soul to a briny grave. Fear and bloodshed are no strangers to you, and you've garnered a somewhat unsavory reputation in many a port town.
Variant Feature: Bad Reputation: No matter where you go, people are afraid of you due to your reputation. When you are in a civilized settlement, you can get away with minor criminal offenses, such as refusing to pay for food at a tavern or breaking down doors at a local shop, since most people will not report you to the authorities.
Faction: Lord’s Alliance; Cloak (rank 1).
Pirating was his way of life. And the sea, going out, wherever you wanted to go, was just the way he liked it, freedom, pure freedom. He served as quartermaster on the Scowerer under Captain Aruj. The bounty was plenty, and they many landlubbers to their watery graves.
But one day, when travelling new waters, they were set upon. Another pirate ship, even better equipped than they were, attacked them, just after they had looted a big merchant vessel. The Devourer was faster and easily caught up with them. The battle was fierce and brutal, and many of his comrades died. They were outnumbered, outfought. And captured. And the few remaining made to walk the plank. And now, for the first time, he felt what he had done to others. His life, all the victims passed before his mind. Knowing this was probably the end, he vowed to Tymora, if she let him let life, he will change his life and abstain from piracy.
With this he dropped into the ocean, trying to get from the Devourer as fast as he could. The last thing he saw was as the Scowerer sank, blown up. As the Devourer vanished across the horizon, he swam back, and luckily found a piece of wood to cling on. Two more of his mates had survived and thanks to luck, good fortune, or by Tymora’s grace they ended up on shore after two days. From there he made his way to Phlan, begging, working on fields, whenever he was not recognized, making life’s need.
