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Characters Name:: Captain Morten Hawk
Gender:: Male
Race:: Human
Alignment:: Chaotic Neutral
Archetypes:: Pirate
Age:: 27
Birthdate:: 11/13
Height:: 5' 11"
Weight:: 175

> Face-
> Eyes- Piercing green
> Hair- Long, Black
> Skin- Deeply tanned
> Build- Decently toned
> Handed- Ambidextrous
> Scars- Many
> Tattoos- Many, depicting various notable events with sentimental value
> Blood Type- A-
> Image- N/A

> Forehead/Head- N/A
> Face- N/A
> Shirt/Vest- Inmate, long sleeve, striped.
> Pants- Inmate, straight leg, striped.
> Waist- N/A
> Shoulders- N/A
> Arms- N/A
> Wrists- N/A
> Hands- N/A
> Crotch- N/A
> Legs- N/A
> Ankles- Plain white socks.
> Feet- Second hand, faded, black shoes.
> Acces- N/A

To be developed and discovered with time and experience.

From the age of thirteen Morten Hawk set out to live the life. Who cares what kind of life, he just wanted to live the life. He grew up to a poverty stricken family, forced into servitude to the land and estate owners. His parents where but dried shells of their former selves, he could simply take no more. So in the middle of the night, he packed the few dearest of his belongings and headed east. He cared not what town he wound up in, as long as it had a port. The ocean had for as long as he could remember seemed a faraway brilliance unattainable and permanently beyond his grasp, a jewel that somewhere within his soul he new he had to posses.

In a nameless port town he boarded a ship scheduled to depart with first light, stowed away deep within the cargo level. Unknown to him, he had boarded a merchant ship destined to be intercepted by pirates. Three days en route they were bombarded. Hawk awoke to the sounds of cannon-fire and screams of fear and rage. He arose, hearing the splash of his feet in the gradually rising half inch of water. Whatever the ******** was happening, his intuition told him he needed to get on deck as soon as possible. The ship was going down.

The deck was pure chaos, people dashing to and fro in a failing attempt to defend their ship and attack the attackers, some leaping from the sides with the realization of futility. A fire burned up deck, black smoke rising to eventually overwhelm the stretch of sky above. And there it was, black looming and magnificent. The pirate ship that had bombarded the small merchant ship, likely varying nothing more valuable than exotic spices. It had three great triangular sails, black as the wood it was crafted of, upon each a white skull above a crossed pistol and cutlass. In large scrawling, spectral-like in their own way, white script were the words "The Vagrant Maiden".

One way or another, pirates or no pirates, he had to board that ship.
...
And lucky him, over the following years he rose through the ranks of the complicated societal structure that is the pirates creed. By the time he was 20 he was the first-mate, by 23 he had killed the captain and claimed the ship, by 26 his name was spoken with fear, and by 27 he was in Level 5 of Impel Down.

To be written.

Hawks Eye
Since childhood Morten has developed the adept gaze of a gunslinger. Aids in marking a target with speed.

Killers Hands
Through minor will, Hawk's hands do not shake in the slightest. Aids in attaining a true shot.

N/A

Currently None.