Cptn. Devon Swiff

Devon Swiff is a man who cares nothing but feeling the fresh winds of the sea on his back and the heavy weight of gold lining his pockets. He is brash and boisterous, his voice fills whatever space he’s in. One of his favorite pastimes is sharing stories of his journeys at sea, he will make up as many tales as need be, they are all entertaining, though Death only knows how many are true. The fastest way to gain his friendship is through drink and ship company. He treats his those he looks up to with awe. Much to the contradiction of his excitable and reckless personality he also contains an insatiable curiosity within himself, he can poke and prod at anything that catches his interest for an eternity without being bored.

Even as silly and semi-childish he is to his crew and company, there is nothing but woe to those who find themselves at the receiving end of his ire. His wrath is a white hot inferno once it is awakened and will not diminish until it is satisfied. He takes great pleasure in crushing those who challenge him under his bootheels. When he finds himself in battle he picks a target and pursues them until they are defeated, and he loves seeing fear blooming in their eyes before they turn to flee. In combat, he is brutal and flashy preferring to use his homemade scythe to emulate his chosen deity rather than the sword and dueling steps that he is more skilled in. When a worthy opponent presents itself he will switch to his rapier and a true duel then begins.

Backstory

Devon was raised on tales of the pirate king. These stories that filled his dreams and thoughts when he was a young lad, when he was just four his parents faded out of his life. The modest farm that his family owned was seized by the state. Over the course of a few years he and his sister Vera came to be situated at an orphanage in a small town on the island of Greegar. Devon fired his own imagination with retelling the legends passed to him and giving them to his sister making them grander than ever. 

They grew into troublemakers earning their coin by swindling and scamming folks who passed through. His sister took to that life easily and loved it, Devon still wished for the adventures he had been dreaming of, he devoured knowledge of pirates and legends of the old Fey. Through this he heard of his second Idol, the god of Death or the Big Bad Wolf. 

The scrappy kid grew into a young teen, still pulling the same shenanigans. Until he decided to get a taste of the sea and satiate his wanderlust for a bit. He left town under the cover of night trading gifts with his sibling, to her He gave their mothers necklace, a locket that played a tinny and crackling lullabye when opened, and in return she gifted him a stone looped on a bit of cord, it was black as inky waters and had a skull encased in its depths. A few fond farewells and he was gone, with only their letters to keep them together in the years after.

He got himself hired on a ship as a cabin boy on a 10 month sea voyage, he proved to be a quick study. With a stream of questions as constant as the waves, he picked up everything he could, even finding a bit of time to practice the sword in the dark places under the deck. The goody two shoes of life as a navy-worker grated on him with all of their rules and regulations.

Eventually his ship was attacked by a black brigand of pirates, and Devon took his chance. He joined with them, he took to the dark trade with his crew, he drank, he fought, and he learned. He was much younger than the rest of the crew and was made to stay below during most of the fighting for a long while. During his hours of free time he furthered his skills and followed his captain. He could never really tell whether the captain simply tolerated or enjoyed his presence, but he certainly took advantage of the closeness.

The time came where he set out on his own, with wishes from his mates and cheers he left to wander and gain his own ship and crew and become a Captain himself, as he had wished for all these years.

Likes/Dislikes

+ Ships
+ Stargazing
+ Tavern brawls
+ pirates
+ knot tying
+ sea shanties
+ fairy tales
+ playing pretend
+ playing with kids
+ gambling
+ dueling
+ strong people
+ danger
+ flying
+ the Big Bad Wolf
+ the open sea
+ The Pirate King

- boredom
- lazy people
- ghosts
- the god of fear
- tight corridors
- going underground
- the Greedy King of Diamonds
- high society
- fancy clothing

Abilities

(+) He discovered a hidden talent around 18, when he saved a portion of the crew from some pirate hunters by conjuring a large shadowy hand that demolished their enemy captain. To this day Devon cannot explain how and where he got this ability but he uses it to his advantage

(-) It tires him greatly and he cant use it more than once a day

(+) As part of his race, Devon has a pair of red wings with a lofty wingspan of ~ 20 feet, these wings are waterproof(the feathers are slick like a seabirds) and can be folded back
 

Design Notes

- Devon has three diamonds tattooed under his right eye (the represent the captain, ship, and crew)
- His necklace can either be a black pendant with a skull or a gold old looking locket
- He has various peircings in his Right ear only, up to six (these change depending on where in his storyline)
- A scar on his left left forearm (there is a different story as to how he got it each time he is asked)
- A key feature of his race is his halo that looks like barbed wire, he can feel it and it is made of a bone/antler material
- The length of his hair changes as he allows it to grow out and then it is cut off quite frequently
- he's a big boy with big bara muscles. a towering boy. those pecs? damn. his arms? so lorge.
-he has a pretty chonking nose. a real beak. and his face is brick. a stronk af jaw.
-unless he's a chibi his wings are biggggg. (really everything about him is big) none of that down to his waist cute anime boy stuff. big red flappys

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