Paramviiga, Param to most, Vii to those closest to him, Bariihok
| Age 26 |
| Gender Male |
| Origin Devahni, of Kharsaga |
| Occupation Pilot for hire |
If it can catch the wind, he can sail it.
Trouble is, he needs to get there first.
For now, he does the odds and ends to care for his younger brother. The kid's going to be a Navigator, don't you know it? And It's Param's job to see he gets there. Come storm or come clear.
So, he stays near the Flotilla much as he can. Though the need for coin takes him far and away more often then not. Still something he's getting used to. But it'll all be worth it, he's sure to tell Krosa. Once he's wearing them fancy Navigator Robes. The bit of trouble he finds himself to see that day come ain't nothing but some chop. And what's chop to a pilot worth his salt?
Easy sailing.
Trouble is, he needs to get there first.
For now, he does the odds and ends to care for his younger brother. The kid's going to be a Navigator, don't you know it? And It's Param's job to see he gets there. Come storm or come clear.
So, he stays near the Flotilla much as he can. Though the need for coin takes him far and away more often then not. Still something he's getting used to. But it'll all be worth it, he's sure to tell Krosa. Once he's wearing them fancy Navigator Robes. The bit of trouble he finds himself to see that day come ain't nothing but some chop. And what's chop to a pilot worth his salt?
Easy sailing.
Appearance
| Height 6'1 |
| Build Spruce |
| Hair Deep Blue |
| Eyes Moon Gold |
Keen eyes, a sharp toothed smile, and a pair of dark horns that curve back to flared points all add to a face that most would describe as boyish.
Tall, with sturdy legs, proud shoulders, and dexterous digits, he is no stranger to the physical labors demanded by flotilla life.
His hands are calloused, and his long fingers end at sharp claw points.
Most often he is in loose fitting garb, made to keep cool beneath the unforgiving sun. A bright rag wrapped about his brow to keep the sweat out his eyes, and what finery he can afford, to buy or pilfer, hanging from his neck, wrapped about his wrists, or affixed his ears.
He also tends to go barefoot. "To better feel the ship underfoot," he would say with a wink and a grin.
Tall, with sturdy legs, proud shoulders, and dexterous digits, he is no stranger to the physical labors demanded by flotilla life.
His hands are calloused, and his long fingers end at sharp claw points.
Most often he is in loose fitting garb, made to keep cool beneath the unforgiving sun. A bright rag wrapped about his brow to keep the sweat out his eyes, and what finery he can afford, to buy or pilfer, hanging from his neck, wrapped about his wrists, or affixed his ears.
He also tends to go barefoot. "To better feel the ship underfoot," he would say with a wink and a grin.
Personality
Cocksure, rowdy, motivated, jovial, reckless
Skills
Piloting
Fishing
Brawling
Thieving
Cooking
Trouble Making
Fishing
Brawling
Thieving
Cooking
Trouble Making
Primordial Form - wild
Art Credit: Garuda