Name: Thomas "Malarkey" Reynolds (Note, nobody knows his first name, so don’t metagame).
Nickname/Alias: Cap’n, Malarkey, Mal
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian human
Build: Tough as a nail, strong as the wind! Arr! [Malarkey stands at the towering height of 6'5", and has a thickly muscled, wiry body from years of taming the wind.]
Hair: Black, like a storm cloud!
Eyes: Grey, like th’ storm I’ll bring down on thee!
Skin: Tanned
Tattoos/Scars: Arr, who’re ye to inquire on such affairs, lubber?
Distinguishing Features: A terrifying beard.
Traits or Blessings: Wind blessed, level the first!
Physical Flaws: Farsighted from years of gazing at horizons
Physical Qualities: Strong from decades of hauling cargo, shifting sails, and sailing the finest airships of Altera. It's incredibly difficult to knock him off his balance; sailing through hurricanes makes a man sturdy on his feet or dead in the sky.
Clothes: A purple embroidered coat with tattered edges, black pants with gold trim, sturdy leather boots, excellent for keeping a grip on slick planks or icy surfaces.
Hygiene: No time for that, boy! There’s sailin’ to do!
Voice: A gravelly voice with a commanding presence.
Family Heritage: Son of Eliza Reynolds and Erik Reynolds, members of the Avaren clan fief.
Worships: Malarkey worships Bilworth, Theodra, and Skeira
Disabilities/Illnesses: Poor vision at near ranges, near-illiteracy (never went to school)
Intelligence Level: Definitely above average, given his gift with navigation and aeronautics. He’s not much for books though.
Known Languages: Common
Fears/Insecurities/Phobias: Caves, small rooms, poverty,
Short Term Goals: Loot and pillage!
Long Term Goals: Burn and kill!
Alignment: Chaotic evil
Profession: Leader of the Sky Pirates.
Hometown: Avaren Estate
Current Home: None
Favorite:
Color: Sky blue
Food/drinks: White wine (he plays at being fancy), sponge cake (it's airy)
Animal: The albatross
Activity: Gliding through the skies
Person: Malarkey trusts nobody, and has no friends. He's taken a liking to Sylvisi Arduin's speech-spinning abilities, following his hostage situation.
Least Favorite:
Color: Dirt brown
Food/drinks: Filthy cow milk, heavy food (like fruit cake)
Animal: Moles. Filthy things.
Activity: Being indoors
Person: That idiot that kept interrupting his dealings in the Courthouse (Azur_Deathblade)
Malarkey is entirely corrupt, vicious, and untrustworthy. He is unpredictable, and works for the highest bidder, unless of course he can ransom them off for more. There is nothing redeemable about this man.
However, his wind-blessedness leads him to be friendly with those he likes, which are few and far between. He trusts nobody, save his friends. Making friends with Malarkey is near-impossible.
Nickname/Alias: Cap’n, Malarkey, Mal
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian human
Build: Tough as a nail, strong as the wind! Arr! [Malarkey stands at the towering height of 6'5", and has a thickly muscled, wiry body from years of taming the wind.]
Hair: Black, like a storm cloud!
Eyes: Grey, like th’ storm I’ll bring down on thee!
Skin: Tanned
Tattoos/Scars: Arr, who’re ye to inquire on such affairs, lubber?
Distinguishing Features: A terrifying beard.
Traits or Blessings: Wind blessed, level the first!
Physical Flaws: Farsighted from years of gazing at horizons
Physical Qualities: Strong from decades of hauling cargo, shifting sails, and sailing the finest airships of Altera. It's incredibly difficult to knock him off his balance; sailing through hurricanes makes a man sturdy on his feet or dead in the sky.
Clothes: A purple embroidered coat with tattered edges, black pants with gold trim, sturdy leather boots, excellent for keeping a grip on slick planks or icy surfaces.
Hygiene: No time for that, boy! There’s sailin’ to do!
Voice: A gravelly voice with a commanding presence.
Family Heritage: Son of Eliza Reynolds and Erik Reynolds, members of the Avaren clan fief.
Worships: Malarkey worships Bilworth, Theodra, and Skeira
Disabilities/Illnesses: Poor vision at near ranges, near-illiteracy (never went to school)
Intelligence Level: Definitely above average, given his gift with navigation and aeronautics. He’s not much for books though.
Known Languages: Common
Fears/Insecurities/Phobias: Caves, small rooms, poverty,
Short Term Goals: Loot and pillage!
Long Term Goals: Burn and kill!
Alignment: Chaotic evil
Profession: Leader of the Sky Pirates.
Hometown: Avaren Estate
Current Home: None
Favorite:
Color: Sky blue
Food/drinks: White wine (he plays at being fancy), sponge cake (it's airy)
Animal: The albatross
Activity: Gliding through the skies
Person: Malarkey trusts nobody, and has no friends. He's taken a liking to Sylvisi Arduin's speech-spinning abilities, following his hostage situation.
Least Favorite:
Color: Dirt brown
Food/drinks: Filthy cow milk, heavy food (like fruit cake)
Animal: Moles. Filthy things.
Activity: Being indoors
Person: That idiot that kept interrupting his dealings in the Courthouse (Azur_Deathblade)
Malarkey is entirely corrupt, vicious, and untrustworthy. He is unpredictable, and works for the highest bidder, unless of course he can ransom them off for more. There is nothing redeemable about this man.
However, his wind-blessedness leads him to be friendly with those he likes, which are few and far between. He trusts nobody, save his friends. Making friends with Malarkey is near-impossible.
