<div class="floatright">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/a8139df91560fdc377a0b68f42db256b/tumblr_ngnqe6YcfH1ra7k9xo1_400.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Flynn Kettleblack</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1076300)</div><br/>Flynn's mother was a seamstress and his father was a sailor.  His father wasn't home much, but when he was, he regaled his family with tales of adventure on the high seas, thrilling his only son with whispered stories of monstrous beasts and deadly storms.  His mother didn't approve of the stories, worrying that such ideas would lead their son to follow in his father's footsteps.  Her plans for him were far safer and less likely to have him leaving home for months on end.  She wished for her son to settle down, become a merchant and have a large family.  He likes to think he's fulfilled her wishes, to some degree.  It's likely, after all, that he has a few bastards out there somewhere.<br/><br/>Flynn was first introduced to firearms while visiting his father on the docks, meeting the incoming ship and taking advantage of his connections to get a look at the imported goods before the rest of Korvosa.  His father showed him the pistol they'd imported for some wealthy so-and-so, and it was the most intriguing and beautiful thing Flynn had seen in his young life.  His curiosity led him to talk his way into working in the kitchens of the rich merchant, Quinton Lockehart, in the hopes of finding a way to learn more about the weapon.  His natural charm and pleasurable company proved valuable in his endeavors, and soon he found himself going from Quinton's dishwasher to his apprentice.  Quinton was a childless widow, and the more time he spent with the young Halfling, the closer their bond became, until he considered Flynn the son he'd never had.<br/><br/>He not only taught the boy how to use a pistol, as well as gifting him one of his own, he trained the boy in crafting the weapons for himself and how to turn his charms to a profit.  When Quinton was framed for the murder of a business rival, those charms...and the threat of the firearm, were how Flynn learned of Gaedren Lamm's involvement.  The death of the fisherman, however, left the city with questions about Quinton and utterly destroyed his reputation, as well as his business.  Unable to work, the man fell into a deep depression, and no matter how hard Flynn tried, he couldn't pull him out of it.  Almost a year after he was framed, Quinton put a bullet through his brain, and left his apprentice and friend with the burning need to avenge him<br/><br/>Flynn has been running a small stall at Allsorts for a little over a year, selling firearms to those wealthy enough, and ballsy enough, to buy them.  When he's not plying his wares, he can be found drinking, gambling or fucking.  Sometimes all three.  A man of insatiable appetites, and unfortunately bad luck, he rarely has more than enough gold to cover his expenses.  While exceptionally clever at games of skill, his passion lies in games of chance, and he is notoriously bad at them.  Still, his natural charm, good natured manner and sense of humor, even when on a losing streak, make him quite enjoyable company.  He rarely, if ever, has to pay for companionship, and yet almost never sleeps alone.<br/><br/>Despite his seeming irreverence and joie de vivre, within him smolders an ember of hatred, and the memory of a vow made at the side of Quinton's corpse after he had discovered him cold, and stiff.  One day Gaedren Lamm would suffer the same wounds as his mentor and friend.  The gun he'd taken from the suicide, the gun that had first brought him to the merchant's house, would complete the circle and end Lamm as it had Quinton.