Name: Stavros
Level: 0
Ancestry: Human
Strength: 10 (+0)
Agility 11 (+1)
Intellect 10 (0)
Will 10 (0)
Perception: 10
Defense: 11
Health: 10
Heal Rate: 2
Size: 1, Speed 10, Power 0
Damage 0, Insanity 0, Corruption 0
Languages: Common
Professions: Soldier, Sailor, Scholar (Magic)
Inventory: a dagger (1d3), clothing, a backpack, a week of rations, a waterskin, a tinderbox, 2 torches, and a pouch containing 2 cp.
Interesting Thing: 6-7, a disturbing recurring dream
Biography: Stavros was born in a remote province of the city-state of Zagaroum, the titan of the eastern seas. The empire purchased him at an early age, putting him into the tender care of the Janissary war-mages. These men -- slaves, wizards, warriors -- were bound through the emperor's secret oath-magic to serve him unto to death, and serve they did. However, with time, their authority grew and their bonds chafed. Stavros was only beginning his initiation into the occult mysteries of the order when the elderly sultan suddenly died, leaving his incompetent, unhinged son on the Ebon Throne. With this unworthy man-child in charge, the oaths weakened, and the Janissaries made their move.
For his part, Stavros had no wish to participate in the bloodletting to follow. A quiet and dark youth, haunted by hazy dreams of a lost homeland, he took what few supplies he could and took the first ship out of the city of Zagaroum. All he has is that memory, and a name: Kilik, the rough-hewn slaver who sold him to the empire fifteen years ago. Only by chance did Stav hear of the man again; he had moved to Freeport to turn over a new leaf. Thus, the young janissary spent the last of his money on a journey to the legendary pirate freehold.
Stavros is a human man of twenty, with a tangle of black, slightly curly hair and a toned body tanned by the harsh equatorial sun. His equipment abandoned in Zagaroum -- odds were too high it had been cursed or was otherwise trackable -- he dresses like a common sailor.