<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Character:</strong></span></div><br/><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Aramis Orrkai (http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/male%20art/4557761528_caa7d71a34.jpg)<br/><strong>Species : </strong>Draishok<br/><strong>Sex: </strong>Male<br/><strong>Age: </strong>108<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Humanoid Appearance:</strong></span></div><br/><strong>Hair: </strong>Obsidian Black<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>Dark Green<br/><strong>Skin:</strong>Above water: A light almost icy blue tint to his paler skin. Underwater:A Darker Blue, not unsimilar to the depths he likes well.<br/><strong>Weight: </strong>228<br/><strong>Height: </strong>6'4"<br/><strong>Other: </strong>A V-shaped scar on his right forearm from an encounter with an eel as a foolish youth.<br/><br/>Also on the right side he has a large scar that wraps to both his chest and back, the outline of a sharks jaws. He still gets pains along this scar from time to time, he is unsure of an exact trigger for it.<br/>Otherwise he has the well muscled physique that is common of his race, perhaps slightly more developed and toned then average from his experiences.<br/><br/>He usually dresses on simple close fitting garments that allow free range of movement both above and below the water. He wears the garments of other races as it suits his moods or purposes.<br/><br/>He always wears two strands of Shark Teeth around his neck, each tooth from different one of the beasts. His personal trophies of the hunts. It also serves as a means of getting respect and credibility from many of the seafarers and members of his own kind he deals with.<br/>Underwater skin tone and bow (http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/male%20art/SeaElf.jpg)<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Information:</span></strong><br/></div><br/><strong>Position On Ship:</strong>Bowman/Fisherman<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>While he is normally very upbeat and has a friendly and playful personality, he knows there is a time and place.<br/><br/>When he needs to get a job done he has a very serious and focused side to him as well. Though he is not entirely opposed to the two sides at times merging.<br/><br/>To those that earn his friendship, or even beyond that so as to be considered as family, he is fiercely loyal. He would not betray his friends for any price.<br/><br/>If one is observant they will sense a Darkness about him. Sometimes glimpses of it are in his eyes. Not evilness at all, but a definite darkness, along with a cold carefully bridled fury held back from most, harnessed, controlled to be focused to specific ends. May the gods help you if that focus finds you at its unleashing point.<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>His Father is a fairly skillful musician in their village, performing during many of the religious events. His Mother is the Lead Hunter. She always ensured the village was very well fed, as well as protected from evil sharks and other threats.<br/><br/>He, as it turned out, shared both their talents. He leaned more towards his mom's side, loving to hunt and forage.<br/><br/>He also liked scouring wrecks foind below, often finding small jewels or gold trinkets that were very useful as his village did quite a bit of trading with topsiders. Many of whom couldnt seem to get enough of the stuff. He prefered the brilliant corals and bright scales and shells of his own world.<br/><br/>Even more though was his love of the Dolphin pod that worked with the hunters and aided their safety. As well as the Whales that came nearby to birth their calves. He was fascinated by the huge, usually gentle, giants. He could see the intelligence in their bright eyes. He always seemed to have a special way with the creatures, both big and small. The mothers were often a bit protective of their newborns,but they always let Aramis approach, even touch and play along with the calves. With the whales and dolphins was were he spent most of his free time. As he grew older he began to pick up on patterns of whistles and clicks in similar situations, finding he could discern the general meaning many times. Also coming to recognise each individual by their unique 'voice' as they 'spoke' even if he couldnt see them. Through a great deal of practice he trained himself to mimic the clicks and whistles and was able to get some responses.<br/><br/>It came as no big surprise that when he came of age he chose to go off with a small pod of whales. He had always had a desire to see other parts of the world, having heard many stories from those they traded with. Making him a little more curious than leery of top-siders as well.<br/><br/>Rather than returning after a year or two he traveled a few various pods, hunting many sharks on the side, and acting as a protector to the whales he swam with. He eventually stuck with one in particular. He followed their lives, watched a few Old Ones go to their final dive. New lives be born and become the new generation of parents.<br/><br/>Then tragedy struck....the pod encountered a large whaling fleet. The fleet used a cruel, evil, technique to try and get their prey. They targeted a few straying calves, harpooning them deep and then stabbing at them,using their cries to draw in the rest for slaughter.<br/><br/>He had been sleeping, but when he heard the cries he snapped alert. Once he saw what was happening he felt a fury like none he had known surge through him. Before he could form a plan two of the whales were in the midst of the ships, dories and crew splintered apart.<br/>There were just too many ships though and two lucky shots found their marks in the chaos, piercing the whales hearts as more barbed harpoons attached to ropes were sunk in to draw them closer to the large ships.<br/><br/>He wanted to sink them all, possibly even leave the sharks alone to feast on their filthy corpses. There were just far to many to stop them all. He could see more of the adults headed in to free the calves, he could see them headed to slaughter. Aramis saw the calves were mortally wounded...but that wouldnt stop the adult whales, wouldnt sate their parental instincts , their fury at someone daring hurt on of their young. He felt his heart break as he realized the only, horrible, unthinkable option he had if he was to save the rest of this pod, His family of sorts for the last 35 years.<br/><br/>Aramis swam swiftly, the sea hiding the streaming tears of sorrow and rage as he offered up a prayer to be forgiven for what he was about to do and to one day exact vengence on those that made this need to be done. As he drew alongside them he drew his trident from his back  and with two swift movements put an end to their pain and misery. It wasnt just an unthinkable act from his peoples standpoint, but from his own personally. No matter how merciful it had been, it left part of him hollow, broken.<br/><br/>After that there was no way he could bear traveling with the whales, nor did he feel he could face his people, let alone his family. He decided to finally act upon his old desires to see more of the topside, considering this would perhaps provide a chance at some vengence as well as time for his soul to mend. Not being able to bear leaving the sea behind entirely he took on work on a few fishing ships at first.<br/><br/>He has also spent time learning to use various top-side weapons to varying degrees, focusing on swords. Aramis has always been a proficient bowman beneath and found the elven longbow much to his liking. He can shoot down a bird on the wing as accurately as between a speeding sharks eyes. Also proficient with a three-prong trident and nets both under and out of water.<br/><br/>As he learned the ropes, both of the ships and top side ways, he settled on the idea that a pirate vessel would most likely afford  him the best chances at some revenge at sea. Especially so as to avoid worrying about repurcussions on his people if he simply acted on his own and it was seen as some kind of Draishok aggression.<br/><br/>Six months back while at port he heard stories of a pirate ship captained by a woman. From the tales told she had sounded like a decent Captain to serve under. He had no qualms serving under a woman. He had, in fact, done so several times in hunting parties, both growing up and when joining local shark hunts in his travels. He approached the Captain, offering up his bow and skill of ocean hunter and knack for finding desirables among wrecks.<br/>She had taken him on as a member of her crew and he been serving aboard the Rising Sun ever since.  He found the name of their ship to be highly fitting as he was starting a new chapter in his life, practically a new life altogether......Who knew where it would all lead..<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>OOC Ons and Offs: …