As you look on the figure it becomes clear. The mid-twenties man infront of you is a seasoned sailor. Studs and hoops adorn his ears, his face shaven but his lush hair messy and strewn about, barley kept up by a black band. The flashy grin stuck to his face is decorated with a single gilded tooth, which he doesn't seem too shy about.



His arms are plump and rough, bristled with soft hairs that can't seem to get the scent of rum to wash off them. His hands are thick and calloused, almost half his life spent rigging atop whatever ships sail he was let loose on.
A nice and toned torso, his chest well portioned, bristled with a decent amount of hair, and adorned with a couple of scars he proudly claimed in raids.

Tossed on it is a plain deckhands shirt, a half-cut rogue's vest and a sash strewn across the length of his torso, a buckle square-center to adorn it and a sheathed rapier hanging off of it by his hip, the guard on it cracked around the edges to show wear and much tear.

Baggy trousers hide his gratuitous lower half, preferring comfort to fashion. Oft stained with the splash of sea water, it keeps him warm, dry enough, and mobile.

Two loose looking boots fit impossibly on his feet, somehow fixed on them as he runs about.

The carefree sailor struts about with a chipper stride, a self confidence most undoubtedly earned in trials by the sea. He's pleasant to hang about with, and doesn't scurry from the crowd. Whenever he has the chance he makes himself the center of attention, whether dancing on a table or leading on a shanty, he becomes quite the rowdy individual. Preferring interaction to inaction, and enjoying nothing more than to share on a good laugh with others, this sailor's definitely a noticeable character.


|| OOC

Besides wanting to hang with people who enjoy good descriptive paragraphs, and can write some themselves:
Yellows: Traps (Negotiable, a drunk sailor does a lot of things)
Red: males, rape, against server rules, scat, beastiality. Everything else is fair game.