[Hider=Aizen, Sea Scourge]
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[h3]Azier[/h3]
"Storms brewin', lads, and we are the eye of it!"[/center]

Age: 29
Sex: Male
Race: Hydraid Shoreman hybrid / Child of the Maelstrom 

Personality: Brave to the point of stupidity, fierce to the point of recklessness, Azier tries to personify the storms raging along the eastern seas his people roam and is quick to bring his sword to bear on those that harm his blood Brother or any under his protection, striking out quickly and with brutal results. Beyond his obvious need to prove himself as a powerful warrior and a leader of the Red Corsairs as its coveted First Captain, he is always ready to invoke the right of challenge with his Brother Captain Brooke. 

A heavy drinker and a teller of Stories, Azier is the Storm itself. Rolling in wherever it pleases, causing its destruction, and leaving quick as it arrived with often nothing but destruction in its wake.

Bio: Born and raised on the often turbulent seas to the northeast, a nomadic people calling themselves the Children of the Maelstrom are a hardy people who life off the bounty of the sea and the occasional trade ship traversing their waters. Azier was one of the few believed to be blessed by the waters and rose in the Heirarchy to become a member of the militant branch of the nomadic peoples Armada of fishing ships and barges.

They refer to their fighting vessels as the Red Corsairs, their strong arm in controlling the Seas. Huge aquatic predators, island dwellers, pirate fleets, the Red Corsairs make it their mission to hunt them all. 
Azier is one of the many names marked with distinction for their impressive list of accomplishments, paired with his Blooded Brother. The two are of the same coin. 

They will fight any challenger, conquer any obstacle, and drown themselves in their claimed prizes until one establishes themself as the True Captain.

Profession: Fisherman 

Battle Class: Swashbuckler / Warrior

Weapon: Gold ornamented cutlass and a shortsword. 

Gear: Three (3) flasks of potent Rum, Hip lantern, lockpicks, skinning knife, ten (10) foot coiled rope, Golden knick-knacks amd trophies. Seven (7) throwing knives. Pipe and tobacco. Small iron lockbox lined with silk. 
Clay pot filled with highly flammable Sea Drake oil.

Armor: Red tricorne sporting feathers from an exotic aerial predator, scaled wrist guards and chest armor from the rockfish, long red captains coat with wolf fur trim. Large gold belt buckle and two belts, one with a loop for his sword, cured and well worn leather pants, ankle high leather boots with steel shinguards.

Riches: Gems, gold coins, steel coins

Skills: Sailing, fishing, climbing, navigation, swimming, Spear and sword master.

Magic Ability: None

Personal Strengths: Naval fighting. Diplomacy. Alcohol tolerance 

Personal Weaknesses: Unfamiliar fighting armored foes on land. Generally distrusts others until they prove themselves.
Favors: Loyalty, kin, the sea, alcohol.

Disfavors: Warriors who fight with dispassion. All who wield a weapon should do so with a reason beyond self preservation.

Ideals: Stories of his peoples deeds and the legends of their ancestors. Deeply respects the sea.

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