NAME: Amir SURNAME: Barakat HAIR: Black – effeminately long and tied up in a bun under his hood. SKIN: Dark tan. Amir is fairly battle-scarred; however, skin is usually covered up to protect from chafing by the wind at such high altitudes and so seeing them would be rare. EYES: Amber and distinctly not native to his home country. HEIGHT: 5'11 BUILD: Lithe and lean; typically described as a “beanpole”. Unusually wide shoulders and large hands. RANK: Captain of 'The El Marees,' a small but sturdy airship designed for speed and extreme altitudes so as to go unseen. SKILLS: Diplomacy and Persuasion – Amir is known in certain circles to have a 'silver-tongue' and is a notorious charmer. He finds it just as easy to get out of fights as it is to get into them. Theft, Stealth, and Pickpocketing – Old habits die hard, especially ones used in survival situations. Though he has little need of pocket change now, stealing from the unrighteously rich is a good pastime. Dirty Fighting – In addition to using his sword and other technology when in a melee aboard a ship, he has been known to take cheap shots and carry pocket sand around in a small pouch as a blinding agent. WARDROBE: In general, gear like this is Amir's go-to outfit, particularly for serious missions or for intimidation factor. In more temperate climates when the weather is not scorchingly hot so as to burn his skin or freezing cold, he goes shirtless and abandons his mask and hood in favour of a colourful bandanna. WEAPONS: Scimitar, daggers, pistols. BACKSTORY: Amir is technically a nobleman, though as a bastard in an excessively large family (son of a prostitute) he has less than no claim whatsoever to any land or holdings. He grew up on the streets, raised communally by his 'mothers' – the women who worked in the brothel – and lied, stole and inevitably murdered his way up the blood-stained ladder to success. Eventually leading a cutthroat band of rogues and misfits, he was the one who suggested they move their smuggling business to the skies. And so they did, taking over one of the rare trading vessels that ever docked in Riyadh in a siege that claimed most of his gang. Still, loss of life was nothing unusual, and they had the ship. Through some bribes to the right people and some well-placed blackmail, they managed to get out of the zone of control of the city before they were shot down and into the wide-open sky. There, they returned to their old, brutal ways, taking down any small airship unfortunate enough to meet them. Two years ago, members of his crew staged a mutiny and took off with his ship, though he managed to equip a parachute before being thrown overboard. Calling in a few favours, he acquired a ship and a crew, and is now hoping to rebuild his reputation through trading (and smuggling) before heading after the 'Jahannam'.Definitely accepted. I very much like this CS