Captain “Honest” Jon O’Maile (OH-MAL-LEIGH)

Brief History

A Halfling immigrant hailing from a distant land far east of Sasserine, a place he as been know to refer as Telardon, but never spoke about it anyone.  Arriving by ship about 15 years ago, he quickly became a hired deck hand for whaling vessels and merchant ships under command of Captain Shadwik. 10 years later he finally saved up enough Crown to purchase his most priced processions, a Frigate he named Éire. She was a small, fast gun boat with 7 cannons placed under the main deck and faced outboard, port and starboard. His love for her out in the vast sea was matched by none. Only coming in port to resupply and hire new crew members, but there has been reports of him being seen mostly in the Azure District, in and out of the whalers guild. Most people think he is rarely in port due to the fact he has a unnerving ritual with the city population and The Watch, firing a full broadside salvo upon leaving the harbor, others think he is constantly on the run. For only being a sea Captain for 5 short years he has made a quick reputation for himself within the maritime populous.  Holding the record for the longest sea voyage, and the most souls lost under his command. Never good records to hold when looking for new crew members. Rumor has it,  only a few short months ago he lost his beloved Éire to the Crimson Fleet only to return by a merchant vessel with a few of this most loyal crew members. This has been the only time Honest Jon has ever return to Sasserine on another vessel the his own. He has been seen spending the past few days in taverns and brothels drinking his life away, heart broken and drunk.

Appearance

A fair skinned, red-headed Halfling standing a mere 2 Cubits tall. (35in.) Eyes as shape and majestic as emeralds. Wearing a top hat that’s rarely seen off his head and sporting a decent looking goatee with a  5 O’clock shadow. The left side of his face as scaring, from his brow to his ear. He left eyebrow only grows half way a crossed his green eye. A dirty hand patched salt stained blue leather jacket covers most of his torso with a bandolier filled with a few dozen Alchemical cartridges and a gunsmithing kit hanging off a hook. Small greenish blue scaly material can be seen through the opening of his jacket. Both sleeves rolled up half way showing exotic tattoos as like badges of places he has been. Jon’s sort legs are dressed with brown leather breeches and oddly made boots, or what lake thereof. Dark black knee high boots folded over at the knee, a big brass buckle cover the ankle, no tips to his boots or souls. His huge hairy feet and toes can be seen. He also touts around a finely made backpack and pouches can be see hanging from his belt, as with a rapier. Then there’s Mrs. O’Maile hanging from a sling over his left shoulder. A very fine piece of craftsmanship and a thing of beauty. His famed musket. Only a Cubit long and very light. The stock and fore grip is made from a wood not harvested from these parts. The metal work is blued and has clovers engraved into the lock.