Captain Jas Faulkes

"Captain Jas Kit Faulkes, of the exceedingly famous sailin' ship, 'The Apostate'... an' no, I ain't a bloody pirate!"

The epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, Jas Faulkes (pronounced 'James Fox') sports thick brown dreads that tumble over bronze, sun-kissed shoulders. Marred with scars from a life at sea, the most notable crosses over his nose and onto his cheek. Despite a bent nose broken from years passed (as well as some rough and unmanaged stubble), the old seadog still has a charming face, highlighted by bright hazel eyes and a winning smile.

Chaotic Good
Human || Male || 37
Rogue (Swashbuckler)

Captain Jas Faulkes worked his way up from cabin boy on a ragtag cargo ship to first mate on a world-class whaling schooner over the course of a decade.

It was on The Whaling Ship Wynonna at the age of 18 that Faulkes befriended a young drow sailor, Diirn, and the pair of seafarers quickly became close. Nearly inseparable, the two shared laughs, secrets, and stories. Diirn coached Faulkes in his native language of Undercommon, a useful tool for communicating secretly aboard the crowded vessel, while Faulkes taught Diirn simple card tricks and basic misdirection... perfect for annoying crewmates. As the two fell into best-friendship, Faulkes gifted Diirn with a carved whalebone token from his childhood, a good luck charm, and Diirn returned the favour with the shining silver key he wore around his neck; the purpose of which was unknown, but a treasure nonetheless.

As the years passed, Diirn--with his impeccable ability to focus, lead, and fight--was promoted to first mate... and ultimately, when the time came, captain of The Whaling Ship Wynonna. Faulkes was never anything other than enthusiastic about his good friend's success, and as the drow took over as captain, Faulkes naturally fell into the role of first mate. Together Faulkes and Diirn planned for a future united, promising to one day to sail the world on a two-man caravel.

Unfortunately for Faulkes, trouble soon reared.

It was to be only a few days before they reached port. Stumbling tiredly onto the main deck for a late-night piss, Faulkes quickly took care of business and headed back to crew quarters when he heard the distinct sound of whale oil barrels scraping across wood. It emanated from inside the hold. With their last whale carved the week past and all casks brimming with blubber, it was unusual that there would be any activity at all down there, let alone so late at night.

Heading for the hold, Faulkes pulled open the door and stopped dead in his tracks. Nearly fifteen of his crewmates, men he respected, trusted, laughed with, and oversaw, stared back at him in surprise. They were packing smuggled and contraband drugs into casks of blubber to mask the potent scent before making port.

In a flash they were upon him, covering his mouth before he could call out for Diirn. They tied his hands, drugged, and beat him. Ordered to throw him overboard, two hefty crewmen dragged Faulkes, stumbling and moaning, back up to the main deck.

Yanked toward the ship's railing, Faulkes barely managed to wriggle out of their grasp, staggering toward the captain's cabin. In his drugged and defeated state, the poor man could barely even mutter his friend's name, and was quickly pursued by the two much more capable men. Narrowly ducking past them, Faulkes had no choice. He wobbled toward the nearest whaleboat, flung himself in, and reached around to quickly undo the hitch... no small task for a drugged and bound man. He nevertheless managed to release the rope just in the nick of time, and together with the boat, plummeted into the icy water. The last thing he saw as he looked up at the ship's deck were the two men staring out at him in shock. The Whaleship Wynonna pressed onward gliding smoothly along the ocean's surface, and Faulkes was left entirely alone.

It was six days without food or water before a passing privateering vessel spotted him in the distance. He was hoisted on-board The Patrick Harris, fed, clothed, treated, and in exchange for his rescue, quickly put to work. Glorified pirates, the privateering life proved difficult for Faulkes. Under the guise of commission, they raided, pillaged, and burned many a merchant ship. Both out of obligation and fear, Faulkes remained on the vessel for four years.

Nearing his 35th birthday, as The Patrick Harris made port, Faulkes gathered his few possessions, the fair cut of gold he had made as a privateer, and the shining silver key from his life aboard The Whaleship Wynonna, disembarked, and vanished.

With the generous wages he earned aboard The Patrick Harris, Faulkes purchased a two-man caravel, christened it The Apostate, and named himself captain. For two years he remained isolated aboard the docked vessel, never taking back to the sea. Desperate to sail alongside his old friend as they had so long ago promised, he waited for word of Diirn.

Faulkes' story continues now, as The Apostate has been impounded for failure to pay docking fees. Determined to regain his ship, his glory, and his friend, Faulkes must now embark on a new journey... a journey the likes of which he cannot even begin to fathom.