Andrian Rovi The Terror of Tanarive

Name: Andrian Rovi
Age: 19
Gender: Toxically, unbearably male
Race: Human
Magic-User?: No
Element:
Skills: Excellent Sailor, Excellent Swimmer, handy brawler, fishing, swordsmanship, knife fighting, climbing, intimidation, fighting aboard a moving ship, detecting lies
Traits: Athletic, Dexterous, Tough, Greedy, Uneducated, Deceptive
Weapons: Kris dagger (A pretty little thing with a steel blade he keeps polished and a brass handle modeled after a serpent), Dao Scimitar (His pride and joy, a well-crafted mean hunk of black steel designed solely to chop flesh, the end of its hilt jingles with bells to 'let 'em know the end is coming')                                                                                              
Items: Compass, Pirate's clothes, Old Sailor's Amulet (blessed to make sure one never dies at sea)
Appearance: Andrian is a short little bastard, with skin that's a warm brown, a flat nose, high cheekbones, and full lips. His almond-shaped eyes are a deceptively warm hazel, crowned by thick golden brows and long lashes. His hair is a warm brownish-gold and grows in wild locks that reach his lower neck, kept subdued by bandanas and decorated with trinkets of precious metal. He's got an almost baby-faced boyish look to him, even if a killer's grin often ruins it. Extensive tattoos in the interlocked tribal patterns of his people decorate his skin, reaching from his right hand up to his pectoral. He's got a dense, muscular build to him. Lots of brutish scars, especially along his back. He doesn't take kindly to shirts or shoes but will wear the latter if necessary.

Background: Born in one of the myriad stilt-based port-towns of Tanarive, Andrian has been poor and angry since the day he was born. Kidnapped from a young age by the Brackhounds (A crew of corsairs who often terrorized Tanarive's port towns), he spent his youth as a slave running errands for the crew of thieves and whores. The hardwood of the deck was the cot he slept on, salted meat and bitter grog his favorite meals, and a few hours of sleep after a hard days work his only respite. For years he served under the skull and bones flag until he was foul and strong and clever with a knife.  Yet on one fateful night, the ire of a Kracken and the ignorance of the captain sent the ship careening into the depths. Yet Andrian, ever determined to keep breathing, managed to survive and when he finally reached land, decided to strike out on his own as an adventurer. Now an experienced sellsword, treasure hunter and adventurer, he runs with a crew of like-minded fellows, traveling the great wide world in search of treasure, fame, and a mug full of ale.