Name: Amphion Sarkis
Age: 32
Nationality: TBR
Rank within nation: Mercenary Fleet Commander under the Roman Empire.
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Appearance: Amphion is towering 6'2 muscular yet agile man, he has just enough muscle to handle the sea, while keeping him able to move and react fast. He seems well tanned as expected from a man who spends most of his time at the seas. Along with his clothing, he always "wears" his weapon around his waist, a six feet long iron chain, large grappling hook ends the chain from one end, and iron axe the other one, it is truly something you do not expect to see every day. Both "ends" hang from small hooks on his belt while the rest of the chain helps keeping his trousers up, and provides small protection towards attacks to his lower regions.
Amphion's hair is dark brown just like his thick eyebrows and eyes that seem to glare deep into another man's(or woman's) soul and piercing right through it whenever he frowns., he has strong facial features that are usually covered up with red cloth mask, and red bandanna that keeps his hair in check and away from his eyes. Under the mask his face holds multiple small scars, and his left cheek holds a stigma, but it has been cut up and messed up well enough for nobody to be able to make heads or tails out of it. Unlike when he wears his mask, without it he actually looks like a gentle and quite kind man, if you can get over to the obvious battle scars everywhere.
His upper body is tattooed with two headed serpent from one fist to another, across his back and circling across his chest, just as if the serpent would have coiled around him, the rest of the serpent's body goes down along his spine and ends at his lower back. He usually wears reddish leather vest that's held wide open just as if challenging someone to strike right at it if they dare. There is also large scar crossing his entire stomach section, a wound that looks if not lethal, then very painful at the very least but everyone knows that a wound of that caliber could easily help a man to stay down for good.
His legs are covered with brown(yet quite bloodstained) trousers that reach right below his knees, leaving some skin bared before his firm leather boots that have been reinforced with steel rings to support his ankles better cover the rest up.
Background: He's a mercenary. That is all there is to know of him and his crew, they are all storm hardened sailors, the only thing that seems to be out of ordinary in his crew is that all of them seem to be more or less gladiators, thugs and criminals of sorts, and whenever a situation arises, he seeks to add more of the kind into his crew, it is either that or their punishment, rumors go that sometimes it has been under shady circumstances, but the new additions to his crew have been legally pardoed as long as they serve in his troops.
Strengths: Amphion is strong as an ox, and he seems fearless. He also seems to have a way to get people agree with him in certain situations.
Weaknesses: Amphion is quite a talkative person when intoxicated, he can easily slip out a secret or two when drunk, which leads to his love towards alcohol. Without someone keeping an eye out at him,it is easy for someone to get information out of him without really interrogating him at all. He is also easily bored. A day or two without him having anything to do will drive him anxious, and then he might do something that he'll regret later on.
Phobias: He is afraid that he might someday anger the God of the Sea. That's why he carries around a bag of gold dust, from which he sprinkles gold dust into the water as a sacrifice before taking off.
Ambition: Amphion's ambitions are unknown to anyone but him. And no amount of alcohol so far has managed to get him to spew them out to anyone to this day, or at least no one that has either spoke them out loud, or hasn't been able to do so.