Name: Orin Skysong
Age: 28
Race: Human
Appearance:
Orin stands at an all too average 5’10” in height. His hair is the colour of burnt charcoal, and falls down between his shoulder blades. He keeps his hair in a loosely gathered ponytail, allowing some strands to fall in front of grey-green almond shaped eyes.
Orin equips himself with a sleeveless, studded, hard leather jerkin, over a ¾ sleeve steel chainmail tunic. The rest of his arms are covered by hard leather bracers, studded similarly to his jerkin. Leather pants and a belt adjourn his lower half, finished off with shin-high steel capped military boots with a rare earth metal magnetic insole that allows him extra stability on metal surfaces, such as the deck of an airship.
For civilian and casual wear Orin simply swaps out his chainmail tunic, for a fine silk ruffle sleeved shirt, wearing his studded jerkin overtop.
Occupation: Privateer & Mercenary
Skills:
-Proficiency with polearms
-Navigation & map reading
-Helmsmanship
-Basic wilderness survival
Weapon of Choice:
- Shortened Yari: 4.5’ bamboo and ash staff, with 1.5’ steel jümonji (cross/T shaped) blade.
- 16” stiletto dagger, full steel construction, textured grip.
Class: Dragoon
Personality: Loud-mouthed, obnoxious, confident, womanizer. Orin often finds himself in trouble with his peers and those around him, with his propensity to boast and to hit on anything with two legs and perky breasts.
Ideal: Wealth -and to a lesser extent- Freedom.
Bond: Gold coin necklace
Flaw: Arrogance
History:
Life for Orin began at the age of 12, when he conscripted into the King's army, having successfully lied about his age, thanks to the fact that he had hit puberty early. For four years Orin trained in the King’s infantry as a front line soldier, day in and day out he was drilled in the use of the spear and various other polearms. At age 16 he got his first taste of combat, a major border dispute with a neighbouring fiefdom. It was there that Orin got his first taste of blood, killing six men and distinguishing himself by unhorsing and capturing a mid-level officer. Orin was given a small cut of the ransom, which, while it angered him to get so small of a cut for his own work, also gave him his thirst for wealth.
Orin served another two years in the King’s infantry. At the age of 18 Orin was given the opportunity to transfer to the newly formed Airship Brigade. Orin knew not what drew him to the skies, only that before he knew it, he was serving on the flagship of the Royal Airforce. For the next six years, Orin served in the Royal Airforce, learning many of the skills of running an airship, and eventually given command of a smaller, interceptor style of airship designed for its speed.
At the age of 24 Orin was dragged before a military tribunal. Accused of attacking and looting a number of allied merchant airships. He was set to be court marshalled and unceremoniously executed for his crimes. He escaped execution, as luck would have it, that the border dispute from earlier in his career had broken out into full-blown war. Escaping execution, but not the court marshall, he was discharged from the Royal Airforce. This however, was not the end of Orin’s service to the Royal Airforce, as he was privately contracted by the Airforce as a privateer, and given permission to attack any and all ships belonging to the enemy and their allies with impunity.
This lasted another four years until a peace accord was reached. While the temptation was there for Orin to continue raiding and looting merchant ships, he had long since learned his lesson, and the steep price of being caught and charged with piracy was not to his liking. So Orin gave up his wings, and turned to mercenary work, which is where we find him now, between contracts and looking for any sort of work as long as it pays well.
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