Straight, unless he is drunk. Which is always. Nationality:
French mother, Persian fatherAllegiance:
To whomever supplies the grogShip: Rank/Occupation:
A flask of rum, compass, ink well and quill-pen. Weapons:
A rapier with an Italian swept hilt, two daggers and a stiletto Description:
Govad is tall and lean, he's stronger than he looks and is quick to catch the sun, his skin usually a sun-kissed olive unless he's landside for several months - when not on a ship, he wallows in any booze house that will take his coin, and rarely ventures out in daylight in that case which leaves him pale. Heavily battle scarred under his clothes, he has lost his left eye to shrapnel and his lover right leg to a shark, two fingers of his right hand in a sword fight. Every joint of his left hand seems strangely swollen and out of alignment and he cannot fist it, from when a cannon rolled over it. He has a knot of scars on his abdomen where he took a bullet, which is lodged in his lowest right rib.He wears gold hoops in his ears, five in one and three in the other, two tears where the matching ones belonged. There is an old, age-distorted brand on his left shoulder blade. Personality:
When he's sober, Govad is restless, short tempered and savage. When drunk, he is no less feral but much more settled in his own skin. The only people he treats with respect are his captain and that is only farce. For all his wildness, he has a keen sense of direction and a mastery of maps that makes his almost mutinous attitude bearable. He is no coward, and will fight tooth and nail to defend the ship he is housed on - though asking him to go out of his way to save the crew is pushing it. Biography:
Govad was born to a slave girl in Constantinople, where he was raised to serve in kind. When he was ten, he was sold to another household and branded to mark him as property. The would, however, became infected and he fell into a fever, and the family simply dumped him on the street. He survived, and lived some time on the streets before finding his way to the docks and stowing away on a ship. For a year, he remained there, managing to remain undetected until the vessel was commandeered by a pirate crew. He was found shortly after, thanks to the greed of the captain demanding every nook of his new ship be explored for hidden wealth.
Govad's luck was in, and instead of being thrown overboard he was kept to lend help to the crew, doing the lowliest tasks. When he was sixteen, he was able to read maps and weather better than the written word. At eighteen he changed ship to escape the unwanted attentions of the ship's surgeon. At twenty-three when he was suspected of murdering the first mate, and escaped lynching by diving overboard. For three days he was adrift. It was then that he lost his lower leg to a shark, but was pulled to safety by a cargo vessel. He was roughly patched up and let off in the next port.
The misadventure had left him more feral than ever, and his bloodthirsty nature won him welcome on the most daring of ships.
He has been with his current crew for three years. Tension between himself and the captain was strained even before they set out, and the rest of the crew echoed Govad's frustration at the captain's over cautious plans. It was after the third cargo ship had escaped them that Govad lost his patience and slew the captain... which was more accident than he let the crew know. Killing his captain meant that he could never again be another crew member, for no captain would trust him not to insight another mutiny. Now, he was stuck. Anything else: