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Name: Pacran Offshore
Age:25
Race: Human
Occupation/Special Skills:“Information Hunter”. Others have called him a thief, spy or assassin on occasion, but when Pacran is hired to acquire, destroy or silence information, he completes his tasks with talent and skill no matter the name. He uses this career as a way to one day find a cure for his affliction. Pacran has the skill-set of an expert free runner. He is also deadly with his twin daggers and the throwing knives he hides in his leather sleeve. With his years of being an information hunter, Pacran has become well acquainted with lock-picking, stealth, deception, disguises and grand escapes.
Sex:Male
Appearance:Pacran stands at 5' 8" with a taught agile frame. Dark Brown hair and sea green eyes set in dark tan face with a strong jaw. His left arm is covered from shoulder to wrist in a tattoo of a thousand written tongues. Each obviously a single line of text, but every scholar Pacran has met cannot read the text. Pacran wears a dark green scarf over a brown vest, his right arm is sleeveless while his left has a black leather sleeve hiding his left arm. The sleeve runs from his fingers, to his shoulder where the sleeve is clasped to his vest. He also wears light black cotton pants and light leather shoes. He wears two matching daggers at his sides, which he has named Flotsam and Jetsam.
Personality: Pacran is usually a very happy, optimistic sort and very easy going.He is an embodiment of a seaside go-with-the-flow lifestyle . Though he has a tendency to doubt himself especially in the presence of water and can have his mood severely dampened by bad weather like rain. He has gained a strong fear of water (crossing it, sailing etc.) Though he is generally relaxed, he does take his work very seriously. He hides is marked arm under the sleeve and only reveals it when the situation truly deems it necessary. If an untrustworthy person knew of his weakness, he could use it to kill or control Pacran.
Bio:Pacran was born and raised in a small fishing village named Innapolis, on the southern coast of Denardryn , far from the normal areas of conflict along the kingdom’s borders. He was raised by his Mother and Grandfather, alongside his younger sister Pashlin. Pacran helped provide for his village at a very young age, fishing with his Grandfather out at sea. His Grandfather would also teach Pacran about combat from his experience sailing with merchants to other far off kingdoms. His free time was spent surfing with his sister on a small island in front of a reef off the coast of their home.
When the Ryela flow slowed to a trickle, no one in Innapolis had the affinity to notice. On one fateful day an old man in dark robes came to the village, and stayed at the towns inn. He rarely left his room, but Pacran had noted the mans sad expression and starved appearance. 14 year old Pacran and 12 year old Pashlin’s Grandfather told them to do their best to avoid the strange man. One evening Pacran and Pashlin paddled out to their little island and surfed till evening. They both fell asleep on the warm sands. Pacran was awakened by his sister’s screams. The old man was standing over him chanting. Pacran and Pashlin were paralyzed and frozen to the sand. A searing pain overcame Pacran's left arm and he saw dark words searing into his forearm and onto his sister's arm, he passed out twice from the pain only to be brought back by it. When he came too the second time he was on a raft with Pashlin over the reef, she was sobbing heavily. Pacran could see the man on the shore out of the corner of his eye, except he looked much younger. He wore the same blue robes but now stood straight and his face was full of life. A wave knocked over their raft and as soon as his arm hit the water he felt it's weight grow. They both sunk quickly below the waves, Pacran hit a reef but had to watch his sister sink into much darker,deeper waters. He let the oxygen starved sleep take him. He awoke on the beach, coughing up saltwater. The men of the village had rescued him, 4 men were needed to lift him out of the ocean. Pashlin and that evil, Ryela-starved wizard could not be found.
Ryela induced powers/disabilities: Water causes Pacran's cursed arm to increase in weight ( Mist= discomfort, light rain=awkward yet can still manage, heavy rain= he has to lug his own arm around, submerged= 80 lbs of dead weight.)
Requests of the king (up to 3): 1. Underwater Breathing potions? 2. A private meeting with his highest ranked scholar 3. Completion of payment for a previous job Pacran had finished for one of the Kings generals.
