Razani Al'shayat

[Praetor 1548]

Character Name

Name: Razani Al’Shayat

Nicknames: Raz

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Status: Living and healthy

 

Description

Height: 5.11ft

Weight: 95kg

Body Type: Lean and not extremely muscled

Eyes: Dark

Hair: Black, it’s well cared for and generally clean enough, however he cuts it with his knife and doesn’t have a haircutter to do it for him so it can get a tad rough.

Skin: Tanned all over.

Markings/Tattoos: He has a tattoo of a sea serpent on his forearm. He also has a few scars speckling his body and various burn marks over his chest in what looks vaguely like handprints. He also has many burns on his hands.

Health: He is in good health, and has no physical problems. 

Personality: Razani cares most of all about money and his own life. He is a greedy man who will gladly leave people to die if it means he can cart off a whole load of gold. He can get attached to people, and it will happen, however his money is still his one true love.

He’s an educated men who enjoys to read and write on occasions and he loves to learn about things. Mostly darker and more secretive pieces of lore, such as mystical items, curious magic and obscure history.

Inventory: He generally carries his saber with him. That is the only remarkable thing apart from his traveling supplies.

Further Details:

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Life Style

Alignment*: Chaotic Neutral / Evil

Deity*: None (The sea?)

Religion: None

Alliance/Nation/Home: Himself/He lives on his boat but hangs around Abresi.

Job/Class: Pirate, raider, looter. Peasantry to the nobles though he is quite well off with the large amounts of treasure he and the pirates have.

Title(s): “Firestorm” Which he gave to himself but never uses.

Profession(s): Pirate

Special Skill(s): He has a quick wit and can talk his way out of places, he also is rather talented at acting.

Flaw(s): 

-He is a bit reckless and impulsive. On occasions he’ll take unreasonable risks to achieve an objective. This could sometimes prove fatal.

-He looks down on women, viewing them as the inferior sex. This can really be a problem with all the dangerous woman hanging around Anthos.
 
-He is overconfident and this will induce him into errors of judgement. This can be both in fights and when planning strategies.

-He’s a bit of a womanizer, though only off duty. He can be distracted by a nice looking woman and can also be a little insulting to them even if it’s accidental.

-While he has training with a saber he isn’t a master, he is a better sailor than fighter.

-He is too attached to his own survival and loves money too much. If it ever comes to his wife or his life, or his wife or his fortune. They’ll be burying his wife because he’ll be willing to sacrifice anyone to save himself or his money. 

 

 

Magic*

Current Status: Active

Arch-type: Evocation

Sub-Type: Fire

Rank: Tier 2

Weakness(es): Too confident of himself, tries to much with too little practice.

Strength(s): Quick wit and the will to learn.

Current Spell(s):

 

 

Weaponry

Fighting Style: Classical

Trained Weapon: Saber

Favored Weapon: Saber

Archery: Little training.

 

Biography

Parents: His mother was a ***** in Arethor, he never knew his father.

Siblings: None that he knows of.

Children: None.

Extended Family: None.

Pet(s): None.

 

History

 

-Not all of use are born lucky. Razani was one of these people. He never knew his father and lived most of his younger years in a decrepit shack in the deepest slums of Renatus. It was only many years later that he guessed his mothers job, for she would always leave at night and come back in the morning, seeming tired and exhausted.

She loved her child but had little time for him, spending most of her time working hard to maintain what little they had. Razani was left on his own for most of the time and took to hanging out with all the other alley-boys. They would run about the docks trying to nab a morsel of food here and there when they could. 

His childhood was quite uneventful and in later years he rarely looked back upon his past with nostalgia. He didn’t miss his mother or his youth. It had been a living hell spent with an empty stomach and a beaten body. Sailors did not take kindly to brats trying to steal their lunches.

His life started getting interesting when he was twelve. It was around then that he met the man that would make of him what he was today. He had been running around the docks -alone- on a misty evening, hoping to find a meal and get back to his mother before she had to leave for work.

So preoccupied was he by his thoughts he did not see the man step in front of him and ran slap-bang into his legs, sending both of them tumbling onto the ground.

However, when the man got back up he didn’t seem annoyed, simply amused, much to the lads confusion. He looked Razani up and down slowly, taking in his dirty apperance and skinny body. The man was Captain Raven Black, a pirate by trade, and a good one too. He controlled his crew through respect and not fear, a quality that many pirates lacked. He was looking for a crew.

Till the day he died the Captain never knew exactly what pushed him to offer a position on his ship to the child in front of him, but he did. Perhaps it had been the determined glint, or the bright light of intelligence hidden deep in those pale blue eyes. For Razani the choice had not been hard. Like any pirate captain, Raven had added a non-existant silver lining to Piracy and had promised glory and riches to Razani. 

He was still a naïve child in that aspect and did not hesitate. He loved his mother but the last weeks had been particularly hard on him and he was ready to do anything for a little food. So it is that he joined a pirate crew as a scrub, promising to himself that he would come back for his mother one day. It was only three weeks later and when it was too late that he realized how much he missed her.

Fortunately the Captain had taken a liking to him, or maybe it was pity. Regardless, he took him as his personal servant upon his boat, teaching him his letters and mathematics. He taught him rules of the court and how to act properly for he was a ardant believer in gentlemanly behavior regardless of the situation. “A Captain must never loose his calm, Razani my lad. Loose your calm and you loose your respect.” He would say, repeating it till he had drilled it firmly into Razani’s mind. 

Captain Raven was an active raider and many villages burned at his command, yet Razani was unable to participate in any raid for many years for Raven wished to keep him safe till he was ready. Throughout the years he had come to take a true liking to the young lad. He had practically adopted him, much to the discontent of some of the crew who saw this as favoritism.

Now Razani lived a rough life, like all pirates and it was not uncommon for him to see people die at the hands of the bloodthirsty crew. As the years went on he got quite used to this, taking it for granted. He had always lived the hard life but this was different. It toughened him up considerably.

He was sixteen when he was finally allowed on his first raid. In the 4 years since he had joined the crew he had practically forgotten his mother, at first had had missed her terribly but as the months went by she slowly faded from memory till he rarely thought of her and felt no more sadness. As said before, his life had toughened him.

His first raid was also to be his last with that crew. It was in that raid that he killed his first man and bathed his cutlass in blood for the first time, buying it it’s first red gown with the life of a man.

If he ever had any misgivings about taking the life of a man he never showed them with any outward signs. To have done so would have been a show of weakness. He would have been torn apart by the rest of the younger crew, who were all grappling for position in the boat in those days.

To be honest, it hardly fazed him. He had little time to think about that kill in the days after the raid and after that he had more important things to think of. For in those days came the end of Asulon, Captain Raven Black had disbanded his crew and sent them away to flee where they wished. He had taken only one person with him to the Cloud Temple, Razani.

Once they reached the docks he turned to Razani and kneeled next to him, a small smile concealed by his bushy beard.

“Razani, you have become almost like a son to me in the years you have spent on my ship. I have taught you all I know about the sea and piracy. But there is so much more you must learn.” he handed him a heavy pouch of gold coins and gave his shoulder a firm pat, rising once more till he he was towered over the sitting Razani. “I have faith in you Razani, once we meet again you shall be greater than me, of this I do not doubt.” With that he turned away and left Razani sitting on the dock in shock, clutching his only worldly belonging to his chest. It was the last time he ever saw Captain Raven in his life. 

Did he perish in the crossing? Does he still live today, lying back on his laurels in a mansion somewhere quiet? Razani never found out.

However he did survive the crossing and he took his adoptive fathers words to heart. In the years since the crossing he has joined many a crew, sometimes staying only a couple months, sometimes a handful of years. What is certain is that in those years he only grew smarter and learned more from the various captains he served under. His intelligence earned him positions of confidence on many boats and he had the ear of many captains across the years. Learning much.

Years have passed now and he has finally decided he is ready to break off the chains of command to take up his own throne. He know roams the lands looking for a ship and crew for he is ready to continue the legacy of his “father”. Blood and Fire. Money and Power.