[b]Name:[/b] Jacques “Uncle Jack” DeLorano
[b]Age:[/b] 52
[b]Sex:[/b] Male
[b]Race:[/b] Human
[b]Appearance: [/b]
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[b]Personality:[/b] A “free soul” if you will, Jacques is easy-going and light-hearted. His legendary drinking habits are only matched by the infamy of his sense of humor. Having spent the last nearly four decades travelling every manner of land imaginable made him very open minded and accepting of others. However as many a would-be mugger found out when their blades broke on his chain shirt – the old soldier is not to be trifled with.

[b]Biography:[/b] The older brother to Leon and Fiona, Jacques was at one time set to become the next Patriarch of the House Delorano. However the life stuck inside the city walls was suffocating to the young man, and at the age of 17 he instead chose to defy his father and join the military, handing the position of heir to his beloved younger brother Leon. Old man Delorano was furious and disinherited Jacques outright, leaving him with nothing. But little did he know about how few damns the kid had to give. 

Since then he spent the last thirty-five years serving the Venaran military as their infiltrator. If ever there was a destination that Venaran ships pointed their bows at – you can be sure Jacques was there months in advance; spying, sabotaging and supporting the forces from the ground. He has long since lost count of all the lands, cultures, wines and, ahem, women he sampled in his endless travels.  From exotic foods, sands and silks of Abbadar  to the damp cobblestone walls of the Greayscale Peak’s dungeons – he’s seen it all.
 
Speaking of the dungeons of Greyscale Peak , it was there that Jacques met his long time brother –in-arms Fiore. The nine foot tall Talossian had an outstanding propensity for punching things until they exploded, which honestly was at times more useful than any dagger. Not keen on being executed the two have orchestrated a prison break, set the castle on fire and fled the country together, traveling side by side ever since.  

That was some… eight years ago? Since then, side by side, the two have journeyed through a dozen lands, earning a fair bit of coin and gathering a sturdy entourage of good hardy men to have their backs. 
Truly a life worth a thousand tales; Jacques has never once regretted his decision to leave Venara. That is until the day that an unusual letter arrived from Leon. The two brothers kept in touch throughout the years so it wasn’t out of the norm to get letters, but this one was… heavy. Delivered by hand with urgency and sealed with a blood seal it did not bode well. His beloved brother and the house Delorano itself were in peril, and he was urged to return as soon as humanly possible. Not willing to waste a moment Jacques and Fiore gathered their men, solicited the nearest merchant vessel and set off towards the great city of Venara. For the first time in over ten years…



[b]Position In House Delorano:[/b] Drunk uncle. Admiral.
[b]Equipment: [/b]
Chain shirt under clothes (always)
Ornate saber
Two daggers
Two pistols
Flask of Whiskey (always)


[b]Skills: [/b]
Human: +1 to Athleticism
Gifted: Brawling, Reputation
Above Average: Gunnery, Skulduggery, Dueling
Deficient: Archery, Soldiery
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Marked Ability:[/b] Unknown Dragon Mark. Jacques has never found out what ability his mark gave him, or even where exactly it was on his body (he just assumed it was in some unpleasant area he was not flexible enough to look into). And although his numerous close calls with death made him wonder whether it was luck, skill or magic that made him pull through, frankly, he never cared enough to find out for sure.