A distinctive aroma of vigorous rum and the salt from the sea flourishes from this peculiar man. Standing to precisely six foot, it is evident that his heritage raids heavily into the abysmal South of the Gondorian plains. Behold the tenacious, dominant, and somewhat intimidating Leader of the Crying Gull. Many of his countenances reveal his characteristics fantastically. For instance, his anatomy would be immense; his shoulders capacious and manufactured with vast muscles. His body would never seem to escape such a design, as his chest continues to maintain the provocative muscle that represent his seductive and alluring nature.

Another asset that this man bares is his stygian hair, masquerading his neck-line if his silken hair was able to liberate his traditional and most prominent piece of attire. His trusted hat, covered most wonderfully in an extravagant and valiant scarlet dye, with a white feather attached to its side to present an established corsair. This bright bold essential to his routine would seem more like a part of his personage, rather than a piece of clothing. His eyes, similar to his hair, would be the darkest shade of black. The colours of his attire simply intensifies their eerie sense of appeal, revealing the rarity of such a colour of an eye-shade.

The deep and dominating reds, and the occasional aphotic blues, in which would explain such wealth among the Umbaran people. His choice of clothing was an important expression the intensity of the metal rattling within his worn coin-purses. An extensive amount of this specific, wealthy metal would be such a significant source of his power and overall importance, show through his own and through his wife’s attire. Due to the long-winded journeys upon the harsh and brutal waves, his beautiful clothing would seem drained from its original glory, even if it continues to show his worth to the corsair community.

His cheek would be cursed with a deepened, bulging cut that cross the diameter of his soft, darkened skin in its entirety. Other than this, his body would seem impeccable and unaware of the forever binding reminders. There would be no large, overpowering tattoos across his body, yet across his muscular chest they’d appear to be small, permanent tattoos of words obviously meaningful to himself, and him alone. These, most naturally, would be in Umbrian, as it would be his only language. Of course, the markings of a name which would be largely engraved across the man’s chest would be of his lover and wife, Zalya.

((Bio done by the amazing Zalya))

((Picture edited by me from Captain Morgan Rum. This is the best way to show what he would look like.))