Description and Background
Description:
Keyon is tall for an elf, and his broad shoulders taper to a narrow waist. His back and arms are taut with lean muscle after years spent in the rigging of tall-masted ships, and his feet are nimble and quick. Long, straight black hair falls in a glossy wave down his back, bound loosely at his nape.
His skin is fair and his eyes gleam like emeralds set above a straight nose and full lips lined by high, prominent cheekbones. He dresses in loose, open linen shirts and fitted breeches. Supple leather boots compliment his attire. Everything about Keyon--his dress, mannerisms, movements, down to his lop-sided grin speaks of lazy, cat-like grace and comfort within his own skin.
Keyon's voice is deep and smooth and wraps around the ears of his listeners like black silk. He is often heard singing bawdy ballads picked up from every tavern and brothel along the coast. He takes great pleasure in the crimson cheeks of the ladies who hear his risque verses.
Background:
Keyon is a seafaring rogue from the port city of Gradsul in the kingdom of Keoland. His father was a sailor, and his father before him. They were honest elves who worked hard for their coin and struggled through fair seas and foul.
Keyon is not such an elf. He was a bright child, inquisitive and charming, often praised for his handsome features, athleticism, and native intelligence. Life came easily to the young elf. As a result, he never learned to work hard or strive for anything. He skates through life on sheer charm and, if times get too tough, he isn't above liberating someone else's coin to make up the shortfall.
To satisfy his rather loose code of honor, he never steals from those who can't afford to lose it. And he is generous to a fault, though his generosity almost always involves giving away someone else's money. Once he makes a friend, Keyon is friends for life. His loyalty is without question. If only his lovers shared the same luxury.
Keyon slips through the arms of beautiful women as quickly as coins falls through his fingers. Rarely do they hold his attention for long. To satisfy his twinges of guilt at leaving them behind, he frequently leaves a purse of gold upon his disappearance--what little he hasn't spent on fine food, drink, and merry-making.
Life is a game to Keyon and the world is his playground. He rarely takes anything seriously and refuses to submit to authority unless compelled. Even then, he will seek the first available way out and resume his wayward lifestyle.
His family remains in Gradsul, his parents, grandparents, and various cousins. Though they love Keyon dearly, they refuse to enable him any longer. He is effectively cut off from his family and thus has dropped his surname. He is simply Keyon. Excluded from the family shipping business, he has turned to a life of piracy and debauchery.
Call him a pirate. A rogue. Vagabond. Scoundrel. Wastrel. Womanizer. Ne'er do well. Whatever the name--he' s earned it a dozen times over and likely will again. Keyon's fre |
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