the forest seems like peace itself, but when the day comes it will burn like a match; /
i am in harmony with my annihilation.
farouk daimonos. thirty-four. master gunner.
irrepressibly posh; just because you are wanted in three nations does not mean you can dispense with silverware at the table (has lugged around a porcelain tea set for years in case of an emergency guest scenario)
related to the above, quite conflicted about piracy. he never wanted to be a pirate--he was a naval officer in a distant coastal nation’s navy, impressed into the triumvirate military after a lost battle (that eventually culminated in a lost war). after several years as a prisoner, he escaped, but had no home to return to, thus...committed himself to a lifetime of Revenge
holds a grudge like a cat; if you slight him, he will ruin your life in subtle and elaborate ways. also like a cat, he is easily won over by quotidian comforts, like a bowl of milk or an especially soft pillow
a fastidious keeper of the artillery on the hanged man’s revenge
presents as snobbish and cold, and his sense of humor sharp-edged; but ultimately soft-hearted (except when it comes to the triumvirate, fuck those guys)