Irwin Seatrader

[Irwin]

Irwin Seatrader Appearance Race: Svefra. Gender: Male. Age: 32 Birthday: 24th of Spring, 483 AV. Birthplace: Somewhere between Kalista Island and Cape Deception, Middle Suvan Sea. Appearance: Like most of his people, Irwin Seatrader seems to be a joyful and relaxed man. Able to demonstrate a highly lackadaisical attitude during his leisure time, the sailor can as well be one of the most serious and professional helmsman when his duty to the pod calls. Dressed with simple and practical clothes —paired with a tobacco pouch hung on a leather belt— which could have been seen a million times in every seaports of Mizahar, Irwin's garments are definitely not what could make him noticed in a crowd. Of an average height, slightly thiner than the majority of his folk and dark hair of a medium length —sometimes running down the back of his neck, this Svefra is a common man amongst many others; and according to the circumstances only his perfectly trimmed moustache, contrasting with his timeworn outfit, stands him out. Except for one detail. For the one who knows the Sea nomad folk, one particular thing catch the eye when one pays attention to Irwin. A detail that wouldn't have been of any importance if it wasn't for an individual of the seakin ; the deep dark colour of his gaze. At first glance everyone could think that the sailor is lying about his membership to the maritime people but for the one who takes the time to watch further ; it appears that his eyes are indeed blue, only as dusky as the lowest seabeds. A small detail one could say, but a detail that almost cost him his life when he was born. Character Concept Let's talk about you some more. Character History Born and raised within the Seatraders, Irwin spent his childhood navigating back and forth the Suvan Sea. His pod's name gave little space to imagination regarding their main occupation and therefore tells a lot about how many journeys the Svefra made during is youth. Constantly sailing from one port to another in order to bargain with the local inhabitants, Irwin grew naturally as a sailor and quickly developed some skills in this domain. The first years of learning were mostly focused on observation and theory but soon enough Irwin was able to meddle with the crew and help with the sails manipulations. Sometimes, the helmsman even granted him with what he saw as an honor: helming by himself for a moment —but always under good weather and odds from Laviku. The pod's routine was simple, spending winter in the southern waters of in the inland sea, the small fleet of Svefras always set sails to the north shortly after the new year and stayed within range of the Anchorage Flottila or the Sylirans ports during summer before returning toward the Faleyk gulf when the cold weather was knocking at their door. However, sailing on the Suvan sea is not an easy or boring task and even though the journeys were always following the same pattern, each day was bringing its share of adventures and novelties. This is during one of those many summers spent in the northern Suvan sea that his mother met his father, a Syliran rope maker. History speaks for itself and nine months later, while the pod had passed Cap Deception and was heading North, Irwin was born. Every spring, he was possessed by an endless excitement to the idea of heading to Syliran waters to see his father the time of a season, and he was always the first to climb up the mast when they were approaching Ryker's point and watched impatiently for Syliras' seaport to be in sight. It was a day of raging storm when he first met the loving arms of his mother and those who were going to be his family, strange and dark coincidence that it had been the same circumstances the last time he saw them. They hadn't reached Talipee Isle that the sky turned black and the wind began to shake the sails in rattling noises. Irwin was now the captain of his own Casinor, and when the waves started to fall unrestly on the hull and deck of every ship of the pod, like hammers on anvils, he quickly lost track of the rest of the fleet. For hours he fought the wrath of Laviku, asking himself if bad luck was the only one to blame or if the Lord of the Seas had decided to end their days for a reason that was beyond his understanding. And when the clouds vanished and the pouring rain stopped, the only thing he could contemplate whithin miles was the broad empty waters surrounding him. No soul to respond his calls, no pod of his kin, just the silence of a sea who was resting after having unleashed its rage. Not that she was out of use, the Magada however needed repairs before undertaking a long journey. The mast was slightly rickety, several crucial spare lines had fallen into the sea and Irwin could already count several holes torn by the wind in the sails. Then slowly and carefully he sailed, heading to Kalista Island and hoping he could find any assistance, even the smallest one. Language Fluent Language: Fratava. Basic Language: Common. Poor Language: Fill me in, if you want. Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Sailing 16 SP, 10 RB 26 Competent Weaving 9 SP 19 Novice Astronomy 5 SP 5 Novice Swimming 5 SP 5 Novice Lores Lore of Svefra Culture. Lore of the Suvan Sea: Geography. Gnosis Oceanus, one mark. Possessions 1 Set of Clothing -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Coat -Simple Boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Wood) -Brush (Wood) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel 100 Golden Mizas Heirloom: A carved wooden pipe. Housing Location: Suvan Sea House: A Casinor named The Magada Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 Gold Mizas 100 Gold Mizas Thread List Link your current & past threads here!