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Gaunt Ki'hadi ~ The Joker
Age: 30 Arcs
Race: Mixed Blood (Biqaj Pirate Mother & Human Slave Father)
Date of Birth: 17th Zi'da - Cold Cycle - 685th Arc
Birthplace / Starting Location: Scalvoris
Marks: None
Factions Joined:
Languages Spoken: Fluent: Common / Basic: Rakahi
Partners: None
Appearance
While Gaunt's name is a bit over the top in terms of the link with his appearance, it's not far from the truth, he's usually seen in public just as when he's in private: Rugged, wild and unkempt. His long, chestnut hair falls in dirty and clustered streaks over his shoulders as if they hadn't been washed in...Ever. His rugged appearance is only further established through his facial hair, giving him a carefree vibe, as it's neatly synced with the rest of his looks, that is being anything but neat. He stands at an imposing 6 feet tall and has a muscular yet lean build, not overly buff but clearly trained and hardy. Something that's often quite visible as he rarely wears anything but his tanned hide vest and pants. Apart from those features, there's nothing extraordinarily noticeable about his looks; Scars, piercings, tats and changing eye colour are quite standard for the Biqaj so nothing out of the ordinary there. He has all of the aforementioned, but none in excess.
Personality
Many, when hearing Gaunt's nickname for the first time, believe him to be a happy-go-lucky type of man. A joker, always in for a good laugh. To make matters worse, Gaunt isn't the type to usually correct their mistake. The nickname 'Joker' doesn't stand for being a jester, prankster or any of the sort. It's the nickname given to him, unanimously, by the divided locals of Scalvoris. As soon as Gaunt had to stand tall on his own two feet, a point in life that came much too soon, he lived his life as a free man. Unchained by any codes, rules, guidelines from others. To serve in the crew of someone else, under the flag of someone else, adhere to someone else...That was not freedom, not to him.
Nobody he has met so far, had gained that amount of trust and respect from him, to serve. He doubted he would ever meet such a person, but one never knows...Gaunt had chosen this road, and through all the misery that paved it, trudged on with a raised chin and raised fists, ready to fight anyone who dared block his path. Because of this unwavering mindset and his, own, code of honor who to support, aide or fight; He was The Joker. The card that didn't belong to any suit, the card that didn't follow rules. A wildcard.
History
Born a crossbreed in Scalvoris. Child of a Biqaj pirate mother and a Human, freed, slave father. Gaunt's childhood memories wasn't the happiest collage of memory fragments. From birth, he was a sickly child, unable to fend for himself more often than not. Quiet, timid, submissive and blatantly weak in every sense of the word. But all that changed, not by some miraculous event or intervention of the Immortals, no, nothing as romantic or inspiring occured to make him into the man he is today. He shed his weak state of mind and body only when it was a choice of life or death. Y'see, when his father was freed, it wasn't because he had earned his freedom by hard work, gaining trust or love from his captor, which was Gaunt's mother by-the-by...His father had gained his right to live his life, by taking that of his mother.
Stabbing his mother before his own son's very eyes, as if that wasn't traumatizing enough for such a weak little boy, wasn't enough to satisfy his father's bloodlust and searing hatred towards her. He didn't finish her off, not yet, he left her bleeding out to death on the floor as he set sight on his own flesh and blood, Gaunt. With cutlass in hand, he turned to approach him with bloodred eyes and a maddened, teethbaring grin on his face. It was that day, that moment, at which Gaunt changed from a meek little boy, to a free man. Nowadays, all Gaunt remembers of what happened when his father came to kill him, was standing in a murky, crimson puddle as he stared at his hands coated in blood. Both the corpses of his mother and father, eyes wide open, staring back at him.
After that day, Gaunt was forced to deep dive in real life on Scalvoris, nobody helped him out. Not his mother's crewmates, her captain, her friends...Nobody. He doesn't even resent them for it really, it sculpted him into the man he is today. A free man who does as he wants, helps who is worthy and fights who deserves it. He even made a living out of it, he's basically a jack-of-all-trades who takes on any jobs that he wishes to accept. It's never certain that he will effectively accept a client's request, but everyone is free to ask; Any member of any crew, any man, woman or child.
Housing - Scalvoris' City Dweller
- 400 ft Housing w/ one bed, two chairs, one table, two knives, a set of six plates (assorted), one chest, and a fireplace.
- One House Pet: Pug ~ "Captain"
Knowledge & Skills
| Skill Name | Points Acquired | Total |
| Blades (Cutlass) | 10 (RB), 10 (SP) | 20 |
| Leadership | 10 (SP) | 10 |
| Tactics | 10 (SP) | 10 |
| Intelligence | 10 (SP) | 10 |
| Animal Husbandry (Dog) | 10 (SP) | 10 |
| Endurance | +3 (ML) | 3 |
| Seafaring | +3 (ML) | 3 |
| Strength | +3 (ML) | 3 |
| Unarmed Combat | +3 (ML) | 3 |
Items
(SP) Equipment:
-One set of clothing (adaptable as per race, though for humanoid races, this will include a coat or cloak, shirt or blouse, pants or skirt, undergarments, and a pair of boots. All clothing is standard quality.
-One Set of Toiletries: Soap, A comb or brush, razor, toothbrush, toothpaste,
-One waterskin
-Two sets of eating utensils
-Tinderbox
- 1x Captain Pug
- 1x Prized Possession: Cutlass
Ledger
| Item | Debit | Credit |
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| ... | ... | ... |
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Total Currency: 0 ON, 100 GN, 0 SN, 0 CN
Fame Ledger: #1 Mixed Race: -10 Fame
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Total: -10 Fame
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