Name: Aramis (no last name, that was lost to the sea a long time ago), sometimes known at times as Mis, or Black Aramis.
Height: 5' 11" but wears boots with a slight heel, to make him apear 6'
Eyes: Dark brown with a slight greenish tint
Build: Slender yet muscular.
Hair: Slightly curly, dark brown just past shoulder length, but frequently tied back with a black ribbon.
Tattoos/distinguishing marks: Has one long earing in left ear and a scar across his lower back, as well as a collection of scars and burns on both forearms.
Character: Desisive, fair but firm. He has a dark, dry sense of hunour and a lust for adventure. He can sense in the air when something's not right. He has a deep, poetic, even romantic side but covers it up but emersing himself in his duties. He is focussed and hardworking. If he does something, he does it well. He doesn't like admitting to his mistakes but does everything he can to eb the best man he can be.
Profession: Gunnary Captain on the Black Pearl. Aramis is a master at his craft.
Relatives: Both his mother and father live quietly in a little villa in a remote part of the Mediterranean, on a small private island. Although he was left with no considerable fortune he still had a fortunate childhood. He also has two sisters, 21 and 18: prostitues in London and an older brother in the navy who went missing in action three years ago. He has quite a large family, both uncles have been sailing the Spanish Main for some years and has almost 20 first cousins living in various parts of the world. He was born in Wales, although is part French, much to the dislike of many shipmates on previous vessels.
Brief history: Started his career as a cabin boy on the HMS Windstalker before becoming a midshipman on the HMS Wayfarer and moving up through the ranks to first leiutenant. Despite his promice he was always fascinated with weaponry and would spend hours on the gundeck, sketching out maps, guns, tactics and the like. After showing inginuity, bravery and a hint of reckless abandon in order to get the job done he became disenchanted with the His Majesty's Navy and began to take apart the system from within, organised a mutiny on the ship, taking command and sailing her across the Atlantic, still remaining true to his love of the sea and his lust for adventure. He made his way through two minor scrapes with Spanish Frigates and made it to Port Royal, where he went on the run. He worked undercover in the guard for one of the richer families in the port, familierising himself with points of interest and worth before commandeering a schooner and sailing around the nearby ocean doing some terrorising of his own with a small crew of trusted comrades. After an unfortunate attack with fireships in which he was the only survivor he returned to the mainland in search of a new ship and a place where he could call home and be around his precious guns. He now works aboard the Black Pearl, and loves every minute of it.
Edited by Shalamar, 04 January 2004 - 03:30 AM.