Captain Ethan Harper. For some the name will bring warm smiles, a wink, a soft laugh. For others there will be cursing, a mug of ale might be thrown and blades will more than likely be drawn.

He stands at six four, his gait is confident, though at times it seems as if the land is rolling underneath him.  His bright blue eyes take in his surroundings with care, a smile or smirk is almost always tugging at the corner of his lips. His auburn hair is either close cut or grows long, down to his shoulders, depending on his mood or his need to hide his face.  He bears more than a couple scars, one lone thin scar goes from just behind his right ear and down his jaw line, disappearing under his chin. His biceps have a few tattoos, on his right is a mighty storm, a ship with red sails riding high on the crest of a wave. His left has more designs of twisting fire and ice and if one looks closely enough the word "Whitefire" can be seen in the designs.  He has taken care of himself and its evident by his physique. His arms and legs sculpted and well muscled, his chest broad  and tan from hours spent in the salt spray and working the riggings.