<div class="floatleft">(http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/1476/654184a6aa5e57fc67fb1a3.jpg)</div><strong>Player:</strong>Flaming Dead Man (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80286.0)<br/><strong>Name:</strong>John Faldon (http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/129/6/5/654184a6aa5e57fc67fb1a34969dda7f.jpg)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Gay (closet)<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>English<br/><br/><strong>Allegiance:</strong>England<br/><strong>Ship:</strong><br/><strong>Rank/Occupation:</strong>Slave (Coroner)<br/><strong>Equipment:</strong>--<br/><strong>Weapons:</strong>--<br/><br/><strong>Description:</strong>He has chocolate-brown hair and his eyes are light, pale green.  He has permanent dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep.  He’s fairly tall, though not much above average.  He has Santeri’s brand on his left ass cheek.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>He won’t complain much, even if he’s in pain, though his expressions often make his thoughts obvious.  He thinks slavery is dull — even when concerning his humiliation and torture to put him in his place — and often expresses this with rather pompous displays of posture, heavy sighs, and rolls of his eyes.  He lacks modesty and can be quite creepy unintentionally; he has a natural draw to dead things, the details of death coming as easily to him as breathing.  His mind can be rather chaotic and analytic; interacting with living beings is strange to him and he tends to try fitting them into boxes, often right to their faces.<br/><br/><strong>Biography:</strong>He grew up worrying his parents as he often ‘played’ with dead animals and managed to find dead bodies as if they called to him.  He took an apprenticeship to be a coroner at a young age and aspired quickly into position, often arguing with the man and making much better points.  The man didn’t care for it one bit and set him up to be taken into slavery.<br/><br/>He has a tendency to slip out of his binds, get dressed, and ‘go have an ale’ or something similar whenever they’re docked, no matter how good the restraints are.  He doesn’t like to be confined, especially to one spot.  He’ll even occasionally attempt to join the crew while they’re sailing, if only to be allowed to walk around.  He may be terrible at socializing, but he does appreciate company.<br/><br/><strong>Anything else:</strong>He doesn’t quite understand why the chains are necessary as he has been ‘nothing but compliant’ since he was captured.  He has horrible nightmares and waking psychosis.