Etsin was born at the top of Redhorne Mountain, just west of the Dragon
Sea. From an early age he was complete alone, for his parents had gone
hunting one day and were never to be seen again. Learning to fly proved
difficult for Etsin, each attempt would see him bruised and battered from
the long fall from high atop his perch. Eventually he learned to utilize
his wings, and soon began to increase his hunting grounds for food atop the
mountain was scarce. His plans were simple, swoop down on travellers, take
what they had, and soar back into the sky. It worked for many years, until
he attempted to steal from travellers that he would later learn were not
travellers, but pirates. As he came down from the sky, a cry echoed across
the temporary encampment and a fishing net was thrown at Etsin, entangling
his wings. Shrieking and thrashing, one of the pirates came behind and
clubbed him across the head, effectively rendering him unconscious. When he
came to, he was shackled and restrained in a cabin upon a ship, staring into
the eyes of some female. The woman spoke softly, "You can be useful, your
wings grant you flight and already you have started to plunder from
unsuspecting foes. We could use you." Etsin, never hearing any language
before, simply tilted his head to the side in a questioning manner.
Understanding dawned on the female pirate, and she showed him hand signals
to help him realize the truth of things, join them or die. It was an easy
choice really, Etsin did not want to die and he rather much enjoyed
plundering goods. Thus it came to be, he would spend most of his days on
the sea and on a ship. Soaring high in the clouds, scouting for enemies and
possible plunder, Etsin grew into a fine pirate.
Description:
A figure cloaked in shadows is barely noticeable here. A set of honey coloured eyes observe every minute detail around him with the uncanniness of a bird of prey. A wickedly hooked nose sits above a set of tight pursed lips on an otherwise ordinary face. Hair the colour of a moonless night hangs loosely about his shoulders, framing his narrow face. A pair of dark wings are wrapped about him like a snug cloak, effectively concealing whatever he may be carrying on his person. He is tall and his figure is lean and hard, weather worn over the years. His eyes catch yours for but a moment, and then he is gone.