Koenraad Egon Brandt

The Physical

Age: mid-20s
Gender: male
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 190ish
Eyes: Green
Hair: That shade of brown that sunbleaches to blond
Distinguishing Features: Couple bullet wounds over the right shoulderblade. Looks like someone shot him in the back. A few random assorted other scars from knives, swords, and bullets as well.
Sexual Preference: Straight


The Mental

Personality: Koen carries himself like a man who's never lost a fight, a captain who's never been boarded, and a pirate who's never been caught. Because he was. Until now.

Strengths: Smart. Charming. Quick on his feet. A passable liar. A good swashbuckler and a better shot. Remarkable upper-body strength from scrambling up ropes for years. Unlike many sailors, he actually can swim.

Weaknesses/Vices: Reckless and overconfident; too many wins has left him uncareful and unprepared to lose. Like so many others of his ... trade, he has a taste for women, strong rum, and gambling.

Phobias: Claustrophobic. The worst fate he could imagine: caulked into a barrel, weighed down, and dumped overboard. The second worst: imprisonment.

Goals: Pirate. Loot. Raid. Get rich. Set up a personal paradise funded by ill-gotten goods. He's already pretty far along on this particular goal, incidentally - it's an open secret that his fleet of buccaneers is based in the lawless port town of Koraaldijk on Sint-Arie, in the tropical archipelagos of the far western oceans. But most immediately, given recent turn of events, his goals are simple: don't get recognized. Get the fuck out.


The History

Background: Koenraad Egon Brandt was born into a family of notorious Friedrechtian pirates. His father was none other than Jan Willem Brandt, better known as Black Brandt, who infamously intercepted, diverted and plundered an entire armada's worth of tobacco and spice. When his father's ship was lost in a hurricane some ten or twelve years ago, his uncle, Johan Pieter Brandt, took over the 'family business' - such as it was - with the understanding that when Koenraad was of age he'd take back the reins. Koen came of age some time ago, but thus far, his uncle's made only token gestures toward transferrance of power. For now, this doesn't seem to bother Koen much. Occupied by the more immediate thrills and pleasures of an outlaw's life, he's been content to lead a small pirate fleet of four fast, vicious ships: his flagship, the Gray Lady, a brigantine, and its escort of three sloops each named after one of his sisters. This notorious group has, over the past five years or so, hoisted the black flag far and wide. It's anyone's guess if he'll aspire to more someday - or if his uncle will suffer him to live until he does.

Recent History: Raiding along the shores of (wherever Esmee lives). Stopped through (her immediate residence) 3 months ago, carried off significant wealth. On the way back, shipwrecked by a storm.

Family: A father, deceased. A mother (Helena) and three younger sisters (Elisabeth, Adriana, and Emma) at home in Emmenstad, the capital of Friedrecht, the two of them living a fashionable life off ill-gotten gains. Most of society believes his mother is an independently wealthy heiress, and some sort of minor Deustchen princess. An uncle, plus a wide bevy of cousins, each more disreputable than the last, all involved in the family business.

Connections: In (wherever he's been stranded): none to speak of. Fortunately. Or else they'd recognize him.

Enemies: Pretty sure his uncle wouldn't mind much if he drowned somewhere, was imprisoned forever, or simply lost his head to an executioner for piracy, leaving the pirate empire to him and his sons.

Conflicts: ...will doubtlessly occur!

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