A slim but wiry man with sun damaged, bronzed skin and calloused hands, indicating much time is spent out of doors, enduring hardship and toil.

His functional attire is in contrast with his general disposition. Emotionally transparent, he wears his heart on his sleeve. When he isnt wearing sleeves his arms show tattoos of an anchor, a kraken, a heart with an arrow through it and the name Isabella.

When his back is exposed it shows scars from lashes and his backside has very faint scars, possibly from having been caned in his youth.

He speaks in an animated fashion, as if he has been desperate to interject and is making up for lost time when it is his turn to speak; gesticulating and swinging his arms impulsively for emphasis. Despite this, he does have a certain presence and speaks with some manner of authority. There is a certain steel in his hazel eyes and a hint of cunning or mischief in his gaze.


Age: mid-forties
Interests: ships, cutting loose on shore leave, seeking out wenches on shore leave, spending time and money on (slightly) more respectable women when on shore leave