Name: Kestrel

Birth Name: Menetnashte

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Race: Human (Egyptian)

Physical Description:



In general looks Kestrel is quite typical of a denizen of the desert lands. He has very dark brown skin, black eyes and hair. Unlike many Egyptians, who keep their hair short because of the heat, his is long grown well down his back and because of the conditions it's usually subject to it's heavy and corded. He's taller than the average and is strong of build, though he doesn't quite reach the size of the Northmen. His clothing is, above all else, practical and he prefers neutrals over colorful things. He dresses in a mixture of Midgard and the foggy isles.

Personality: Kestrel is the responsible one, always there to handle the messes left behind in the wake of others. He's observant, taciturn, and reserved most of the time but if you get him in trusted company he opens up. Loyal to whoever he deems the most worthy he is fond of the sea and of travel.

Weapons/Equipment: He does not have many personal effects but he does carry a well crafted blade with him, preferring the style of sword from his homeland, which is exotic in the waters he now sails. He also carries a pair of long daggers.

Special Items: None.

Skills: Kestrel is skilled in navigating by the stars, the piloting of a vessel, and most everything else that makes a ship run smoothly. He's accomplished in the use of a sword and because of his size can generally handle himself in a hand to hand fight, should it come down to that. Other than that, he has a natural knack for organization and the day to day aspect of things.

Abilities:

Sense: Kestrel has the ability to read the world around him. The coming weather is never a surprise to him and out at sea he can often sense when something is coming, even if he can't say exactly what it might be. He can also, to a surprising degree, sound the depth of the water, able to search out reefs and other dangers.

Wind: Stemming from his ties to the weather he can call up a wind, nothing major but he can keep it constant enough so any ship he's on never has to worry about flat calms or doldrums. On rare occasion, he's even been able to call up a small rainstorm though he has no control over it.

History: Kestrel was born in a port city on the banks of the Nile, the furthest point the empire reached to the sea. His father was a fisherman and from the time he was very young he was out on the water, learning the trade. Luckily he was adept at handling the boats and was seemed to have a genuine love for the sea and spent as little time on land as he could manage. He was still in his teens when the Norse raiders took the vessel he was sailing with and carried him off to the frozen North. None of the captives had any exposure to the the frigid climate and some of the others died from the freezing cold alone. Those left, himself included, were sold off into thralldom. He came into the hands of a shipbuilder and working for him eventually learned the language and the art of the strange dragonheaded boats that had carried him to the cold lands. He was content enough in his position and his master was always fair handed with him but the simple fact remained that he longed to be on the ocean, a desire that only grew as time went on.

He worked towards buying his own freedom but his life changed when he met a pirate captain who'd come to port in Midgard. The man hired his master for repairs to his ship and he got to know the captain while he helped with the labor. The night before the pirate was to sail out to sea again he joined him in the local tavern for a drink. Though usually able to hold his liquor well the night became a blur for him at some point and when he woke up the next morning he found himself not in his small room but greeted by the familiar sway of a ship under his feet. He found his pirate captain on deck and when asked about it was told his freedom had been paid for; the man gave him a new name then, the one he goes by to this day. Considering himself in the pirates debt he remained aboard though when he'd finally paid the man back to both of their satisfactions he decided to stay on. He's risen in the ranks over the years and now serves as the infamous Silkfoot Lightvolt's first mate.