Name: Akram "Hawk" Raja
Role: Ship's Bosun
Age: 45
Weapons: French Rapier, Two Clockwork Pistols.
Personality: The Spirit of Fire's Bosun is a veteran sea-salt, a troubled man by the name of Akram Raja, although no one ever refers to him by his first name. The cantankerous Indian from Calcutta enforces discipline aboard the ship with the simple expedient of hurling worthless lubbers over the rail. Raja himself reels in those he thinks worth saving, particularly anyone showing some skill in battle, after letting them flounder in terror of an appropriate amount of time. Such men quickly find themselves at the front of the next boarding party, and Raja sheds no tears if they take a bullet to the gut or drop screaming into the waves between ships. Some have made the mistake of thinking this Stearn demeanor an act and attempted to call the Bosun's bluff. Such idiots rarely get the chance to repeat their blunder.
Raja has a bit of a cruel streak, evidenced by his treatment of fools and his enjoyment of delivering cut-rate explosives through cannons on the end of a sharp harpoon. Few things make him smile like watching an enemy explode and take down a few of his mates for good measure. He has a deserved reputation for going to similarly imaginative extremes when executing shipboard justice against any crew severely neglecting their duties.
Raja has a strong personal attachment to his ship, whatever ship he happens to serve on and sees any attack on the vessel as a personal affront. Each time a cannonball strikes the hull, decks, sails, of railings, his frown deepens, his eyes narrow, and his teeth clench his pipe a bit tighter as he works himself into a proper rage for battle. He takes a sadistic pleasure in watching a wounded adversary plead for his life as they bleed from a rapier wound or gunshot.
The Bosun has a strong sense of duty, but began his seaborne career at 16 as a Shanghaied boy in the British Navy, where his constant disrespect for the Navy resulted in several floggings and a keel-hauling. He escaped after two years and traveled to France, where he learned fencing and pistol dueling and then joined the French Navy at 20, where he served for 20 years, at which time he retired from the Navy and began to sell his exploits as a mercenary privateer. He has been serving with Captain Nicholas Evans for the past four years, and has stood at his side through thick and thin.
Appearance: Akram Raja is a mountain of a man, nearly 6' 2' and all muscle. He wears thick black boots, crimson canvas pants, a brown belt that he stole from an English officer: festooned with pouches and bags, a tank-top style shirt with horizontal black and white stripes, he completes this outfit with a worn and battered peaked officer's cap and brass pipe. His dark brown skin is covered in tattoos portraying everything from Indian designs to nautical monsters. He has a long foo-man-chew mustache, scraggly from dust and grime, and his face is often covered in rough stubble.
There we go, I hope you like it. By the way, what it the name of our ship? I would like to throw Queen Anne, Atramentous, Calamitas, Particular Justice, Spirit of Fire, and Talion our there for possible names.
Cheers,
TheWalrus
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