Altor
| Age 28 |
| Gender Male |
| Origin Kharsaga |
| Occupation Privateer and adventurer |
Altor was born amongst the Flotilla of Kharsaga. He didn't know his father, but his mother told him tales about him being a skilled navigator. This worked to spur him towards success in life. As a child he took on every job he could that would get him more knowledge of sailing or flight. The work was necessary to help ensure that he and his mother were fed as well. As he grew older it was determined that he had a stronger connection to the Shroud, enough that it was thought he could be a weaver. This was when Tempestarii took notice of him.
Altor didn't feel as though he was given much of a choice when it came to his new studies. There was much talk of responsibility and the importance of using his abilities to help keep vessels safe, especially with his natural ability for weather weaving. Any time he found himself with opportunity to do so he escaped his studies though and was back to crawling through some ship. Learning how to sail along the sea and the air, disappearing for weeks at a time much to the chagrin of his other teachers.
Despite frequent disappearances and preferring time at the helm Altor did become an accomplished weaver, managing to learn to pilot and navigate as well. He managed to find a spot on a ship crew, on the Smokeless fire for a while. It was here he learned to love the adventurous life of a privateer, setting his sights of having his own ship in the future.
One night while drinking and gambling, a man trying to at least win back his portion of a large pot that Altor was holding onto, put up one of his ships. A few cards and Altor found himself the proud owner of the Black Pinion, a small dark hulled airship. He had scarcely let the alcoholic haze clear from his head before he had the ship in the air and was off to start his career.
Altor didn't feel as though he was given much of a choice when it came to his new studies. There was much talk of responsibility and the importance of using his abilities to help keep vessels safe, especially with his natural ability for weather weaving. Any time he found himself with opportunity to do so he escaped his studies though and was back to crawling through some ship. Learning how to sail along the sea and the air, disappearing for weeks at a time much to the chagrin of his other teachers.
Despite frequent disappearances and preferring time at the helm Altor did become an accomplished weaver, managing to learn to pilot and navigate as well. He managed to find a spot on a ship crew, on the Smokeless fire for a while. It was here he learned to love the adventurous life of a privateer, setting his sights of having his own ship in the future.
One night while drinking and gambling, a man trying to at least win back his portion of a large pot that Altor was holding onto, put up one of his ships. A few cards and Altor found himself the proud owner of the Black Pinion, a small dark hulled airship. He had scarcely let the alcoholic haze clear from his head before he had the ship in the air and was off to start his career.
Appearance
| Height 6'2" |
| Build Broad shouldered and athletic build |
| Hair White messy hair |
| Eyes Grey |
Altor's imposing frame is wrapped in sun kissed skin, decorated with light scars and dark ink. Tattoos tell the story of accolades earned, an anchor here, a feathered wing there, tentacles crawling up his neck, lightning crawling down his arm and many more. His wardrobe is varied, changing to fit the current weather. The only constants are a sword on one hip, a small crossbow on the other, pouches of crystal tipped bolts, and a toothy smile.
Personality
Altor's default attitude seems to be that of joy. It's rare to not find a smile or a toothy grin on his face or to hear a roar of laughter during a particularly challenging time. He enjoys the opportunity to test his skills against some new challenge. He can seem to be a bit reckless at times, coming from a dislike of turning back after a venture has been started, preferring to push forward. Despite his loyalty being for sale, after he has accepted a bid, he will honor his agreement for the duration of a contract.
Skills
Bonded Navigation- He is able to tap into the Shroud energies that flow through his ship, giving him a broader awareness and control. Storms that would driver other's to the closest harbor or sky dock do little to dissuade him.
Swordplay- He is a capable combatant with a blade,
Marksman- Be it firing caster bolts from his crossbow or larger weapons on a ship he knows how to find his mark
Stormweaving- Lightning, wind, rain and fog at the tip of his fingers.
Violinist- Maybe not good enough for a concert hall, but definitely good enough for a tavern or ship.
Swordplay- He is a capable combatant with a blade,
Marksman- Be it firing caster bolts from his crossbow or larger weapons on a ship he knows how to find his mark
Stormweaving- Lightning, wind, rain and fog at the tip of his fingers.
Violinist- Maybe not good enough for a concert hall, but definitely good enough for a tavern or ship.