An outlaw... A hero... A legend! ...Is what he claims to be.
Before he was known across the desert as Jones, the Inept Loser; Elias was a quiet boy, raised within a small tribe on a tiny island. He had loving parents, but no friends his age, and a girl that didn't love him back. On the night of one particular ritual, celebrated once every half a century, heartbroken, he swam into the sea and never looked back, staring death into the eyes... before, by sheer luck, washing ashore the continent.
(Edit to Adria) Apleista, aside from its beaches, was a desert full of hollering bandits and men who struggled to make an honest living. But Jones, never one to follow the rules, grew up neither of the two. He wears his tall tales like a badge of his distant adventures, with lifelong friends, and a spirit never broken. Not even by his insomnia, or his manic addiction with putting his life on the line, for seemingly no reason.
To this day, he sails and yearns for more excitement, with nothing in the world to keep him still.
