<strong>Icarus Steele<br/>Human Magnus</strong><br/>http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9684 (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9684)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://hijiribe.donmai.us/data/2b696bc1a925e5e7d53d8727731473ca.jpg)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Moving along towards the docks, the dashing young human had his eyes glancing down at the flyer every so often eager to see what all this was about and maybe, just maybe he would get his next ticket off this rock. Hearing the rather loud woman wearing the captains uniform he then turned his eyes to the vessel itself and then felt his heart sink just a tad. That flyer was just too good to have been true. A bratty, young (yet sexy) woman for a captain supposedly whom had no respect from the crew with a wreck of a ship for their vessel. Oh but like that alone was going to stop him. Brushing his short black hair aside he would figure that he might as well make the most of it. Holding his personal belongings inside a chest and a backpack tied to his back the man looked like a miniature pack mule with all that. Fortunately that was all he was carrying. He would cough loudly to get attention of the captain since it was she he had to address in order to get permission to sail with.<strong>"So yer the one in charge here and responsible for this here flyer?"</strong>He holds it up with a slight grin as he keeps his balance though every so often he finds himself veering to the right and to the left.<strong>"Name's Icarus Steele. Understand yer in need of a helmsman."</strong>