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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) He would sit, his armour shifting on wide shoulders. Though tall, he would move gracefully, almost like a greyhound. Shuffling his travel bag in front of him, he would place his hands together in greeting. "I apologise for the intrusion. I'm here, looking for a woman. About this tall." he'd say, gesturing at his chest. Though wild in appearance, he would sound almost educated and gentlemanly. Almost paradoxically so. "Red hair, green eyes. A rare beauty. Have you seen her? I fear her life may be in great danger..." As the woman stared blankly, he would continue. "As for where I'm from. I was the son of a blacksmith. I didn't care much for it. Preferred being outside instead of learning. Father didn't like that, but it's not his problem. I'm my own man. Have been for years, now."

Jon Stornoway was born in the Meranesian Islands, unaware of his father. He grew up with a basic education, but his experiences of the world at large burrowed into him a deep philosophy. He stands strongly by his morals and principles, which may sometimes land him in hot water. His mother shortly died in his teens, and he became a privateer when he turned 18. A lengthy career then occured, culminating in his ship, The Corvo, being lost in a storm, and Jon being washed ashore. Finding himself newly poor, he deigned to use his skills as a hunter and fighter to survive in this savage land. Jon is a skilled fighter, sailor, and hunter. Oftentimes when supplies ran short, hunting was the only way to feed his crew. Jon's leather armour was also crafted himself, resulting in a crude, but otherwise sturdy appearance. He is skilled with bow and sword alike, but does prefer the blade. He is a man of principle, first and foremost. His ambitions are few, and he wants for little, but he holds a healthy hatred for those who would bring their wrath onto the innocent, and so, he does his best to defend them.