Sons of Nobel Sailors is what they call the Helmsmansons and that may
have been true a few generations past. Barat is the son of a filthy
superstitious pirate who looks like died of scurvy and no one told him.
Meals replaced by rum is no way to live, so Barat grew up quick. A will to
survive, and childhood seeing the worst people, Barat sought weapons and
spells to gain strength over others. Power at any cost led right to
training with the most malicious of warriors.
Description:
This man's hair and skin looks textured with darkened specs of mud.
Closer inspection shows these bits are bits of flesh that sprayed this man,
were coated with the dirt of the road and never washed off. The smell is
reminiscent of a mass grave after a hot summer plague. Brown bloodshot eyes
shallow in their sockets peer out this filth and their stare bounces about
the room. Although filthy and matted, if not dreaded in some places, the
brownish hair is probably a dirty blond if thoroughly cleaned. Not much
facial hair to speak of, maybe a rugged stubble in that mess. No smile and
his posture is leaned back like his gear is uncomfortably heavy while
standing about.
