Squee.<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Henrik<br/><strong>Age:</strong>18<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Straight<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/><em>Height:</em>5'9<br/><em>Weight:</em>200 lbs<br/><em>Hair:</em>Brown with blond highlights; comes down to his shoulders.<br/><em>Facial hair:</em>Thick, full face beard that's mostly brown and black with some red in it.<br/><em>Distinguishing features:</em>Scar on his left cheek, several scars along his right arm, and multiple scars on his back.<br/><em>Clothing:</em>Henrik wears a light cloth shirt and pantaloons that are dyed a dark red in color.  He wears soft leather gloves, leather vambraces, a leather jacket, and steel-toed leather boots.<br/><br/><strong>Bio:</strong>Henrik was born the bastard child of some wench who got knocked up by a pirate.  He ended up being put into an orphanage where all he saw was abuse...though at the very least, he could survive it.  Still, by the time he was 13, he was ready for a change of pace. Nobody wanted to adopt him, or any of the orphanage brats, really. Some of them started figuring out how to pick pockets, or maybe locks, and other delinquent acts... things that Henrik eventually found himself quite good at.<br/><br/>So he worked on his plan. He quietly amassed some money... a few doubloons here, a doubloon there, and he scrounged and saved to get himself a good weapon. Over time he graduated from being a mere pickpocket to a highwayman, learning how to fight as he went along; it's probably some genetic memory or just a natural aptitude he had thanks to his father, but he's actually quite good at it.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, the whole highwayman shtick can only go on for so long. The over land routes are becoming more heavily patrolled, and more of the worthwhile targets are coming equipped with better and more guards. It's time for a change of pace, he's decided...and as luck would have it, he was there when Lucy was recruiting men.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Henrik is a sociopath. Because of his upbringing,  his emotional growth is quite stunted, and consequently, he expresses little of it, and can only vaguely empathize with others if he tries really hard. A strong will that melts in the presence of strong women, and a quiet, stoic attitude make for an interesting slurry of a personality that is, at times, seemingly inconsistent.<br/><br/><strong>Ons:</strong>Light bondage, light femdom, rough sex.<br/><strong>Offs:</strong>Gore, vore, scat, watersports.<br/><br/><strong>Equipment:</strong><br/>Dagger: Double bladed, thirteen inches long. Steel. Slightly dull and pitted.<br/>Throwing knives (3x): five inch long weighted blades that are designed to be thrown at targets.<br/>Gloves: The leather gloves he wears have metal plates along the knuckles which enhances any punches he throws.