NAME: "Remi"
AGE: 26
RACE: Black
NATIONALITY: Fezzan

APPEARANCE:
HEIGHT: 6'
WEIGHT: 150 lbs
HAIR: Black (Dreadlocks)
EYES: Brown
SKIN: Black (Tattooed)

     Remi stands at the steady height of six foot even, a head above most
European men. His physique is muscular, but looking more like an acrobat's
than a muscle-man's. Remi's skin is a deep shade, having it's fair share of
scars and burns. Something that stands out are his tattoos which swirl and
turn along his arms, face, torso.
     Remi's eyes are a brown and bear a keen shine to them.
     His hair is long, coming to the middle of his back. It is kept in tight dreadlocks.


ASPECTS
Mental Aspects
   Charisma (secondary)
   Intellect (above average)
   Social Standing (poor)
Physical Aspects
   Agility (primary)
   Endurance (above average)
   Strength (above average)

CAREERS
   PRE-ADVENTURING CAREER: Criminal (Pirate/Smuggler)
   ADVENTURING CAREER: Master Criminal

     Remi grew up in the Kingdom of Fezzan, a poor and desolate place. Here he learned that in order to survive you must act or be left behind. His parents felt that they could not handle having children, but it was clearly too late. After he was born, Remi was left alone with his other siblings, only having each other to depend on. It was because of this he learned his trade. Stealing food was the easiest for a young child, and if you get caught you had to be clever. Over the years he developed a quick body and an even quicker tongue. Sadly however, words wouldn't fix everything. Remi began carrying a blade and became proficient at swordsmanship, he even learned how to throw knives. These skills only helped him to transform into what he is today. As he aged his needs became greater and greater, and being the eldest of 4 children meant he had to provide more for them.

     This is when Remi started his pirating career. Fezzan had a large French presence, be it traveling caravans or even Military convoys. It was risky business stealing from them, but it paid too well not take the risk. So Remi stole medical supplies or munitions, whatever he could get away with. He would then smuggle them to villages and sell them at a profitable price. All of his earnings were sent back to his home village to help his younger siblings, keeping only enough to get by for himself.

     Stealing from the French was a great pastime for him, but Remi soon grew
tired of the simple licks he had been doing. He set his sights skyward. The French Aerial Corps had a fair many Airships, though one in particular caught Remi's eye. "Le Faucon Vapeur" or the Steam Falcon, was a smaller ship and the fastest one of the fleet in Fezzan, likely used for scouting or acting as a courier. But all Remi knew was... he wanted it.

     Gathering a crew of like-minded individuals, Remi staged an operation to
steal it from under their nose. Striking at night, they snuck into the Skydocks and dispatched what watch was there. With surprising ease they flew the Falcon away. However, they did not go unnoticed. For the next few weeks Remi and the crew of the Falcon evaded the French, landing only when they knew it to be safe. They intended to fly to London, knowing that no sane Frenchman would go there. Along the way members of Remi's crew jumped ship while they were docked, not wanting anything more to do with him.

     By the time Remi made it to London, the French had bounty on his head and offered a reward for the return of the Falcon. He has since been lying low.


SKILLS
Swordsmanship
Knife Throwing
Bluffing
Acrobatics
Stealth
Leadership

PERSONALITY
     Remi is the type of fellow that can be defined as Chaotic Neutral. He does what ever his heart wants, be it stealing that luxury airship, or helping the local's stand up to a particularly troublesome gang of goons. He is as unpredictable as the wind, and it he likes to keep it that way. His general demeanor is one of merry aloofness(purposeful oxymoron), though when he chooses to be, Remi is/can be the scariest man in the room.

MOTIVATION
On the Run: Due to the nature of Remi's lifestyle he does not stay in one place for very long. What with rich birds sending hired guns to get their ships back or even the very annoying adoring townsfolk who he helped.

GEAR
Small Airship (Crew of 8)
Scimitar
Kukri
6 throwing knives
revolver (not ever loaded)
Drinking gourd
Bag of gold coins
Brown leather vest, bright yellow sash, dark linen trousers, ankle wraps, knee high leather boots, leather vambraces with three knives hidden in each