Reakonnier was born into one of the cities closest to the surface, to a
poor clergy-man and his wife. When he was very young, a group of marauders
raided the hovel he lived in, slaying his parents, and almost all in the
village. They left Reakonnier alive and, half as a joke, invited him to
come along with them. To their surprise, he accepted their offer, young as
he was. And so, this is how he came to learn to love the open sea above, to
sail ships and see the world.
Sleek white hair hangs in straight lines to this man's shoulders, several
easy lines falling over his ash colored cheeks. His eyes are narrow and
dark as the ocean, constantly searching the horizon. A bandoleer runs over
one of his limber shoulders, holding flasks marked with the symbol of a
skull drinking from a bottle. There is a mark on his neck, a subtle
darkening of skin that might be birthmark and might be the lingering
signature of a lover.