Age:
20
Backstory:
A bastard to the noble family of Bylandt, Jesper grew up just as any bastard would grow up without his mother. Being the inferior middle brother compared to all the other legitimate heirs to the family, he was treated with disdain and neglect, but mostly neglect.
He was ignored and considered himself quite lucky by that fact. Most of the other bastards were either abandoned on the streets or sent off to war for a quick merciful death. Siblings ignored him, his own father considered him a mistake and his wife-oh his wife was never happy when she laid eyes upon him.
As an agent of his own fate, he had decided that just borderline living was not the life for him, sooner or later one of his older brothers would succeed and turn him into a beggar on the streets just like the many other living bastards. He with his trusty sack and fine sliced cheese set off to search for his own name.
His first stop on his quest at the tender age of sixteen was the black market. Without much thought and the naivety of a child he practically sold his soul into a gang of thieving thugs. They were nice to him in the beginning, commending him for his strange behavior and slightly fancier speech. However, feeling that the life of thievery was not the life for him, he left and boy was his owner mad. For the next three years of his life he spent running from his captors while learning the art of quick shot and fighting.
Sadly his only escape was through a merchant ship through sea that was caught by the navy for smuggling. On that ship he met his first and most likely only real friend at the time, Scratch the monkey that was being passed around through ships to be delivered as a gift to some noble family.
On his way to the innocent prison, the navy ship met a pirate ship. He ended up jumping ships and becoming a crew member, learning the ways of the ship and maneuvering with his new friends and mates. But that story would be best left alone as it is in the past and the present is what is relevant.
Motives:
Jesper seeks the glory, the fortune and the women- the many reasons why pirates are pirates to begin with.
Appearances:
He is an unruly kept young man. His chestnut brown hair is unkempt growing in all directions with lots of tangles and uneven strands, it is fuzzy reminding a person of a furry large dog. Jesper has a boyish face with the fullness of adolescence and a stress-free attitude and the redness in his cheeks from the constant blare of the sun. He has a medium build with enough muscle from the work he did robbing people of goods and treasure.
Role on the ship:
Gunner
Skills:
Sharp Shooting
Strength
Perfect Vision
Equipment:
Scratch, the monkey
One Banana
One flint locked pistol
Tale of the Sea:
Prince Scratch
Who ever said good things happen to good people? Although it was an experience in itself as well; the brunette lay folded over like a crawling worm. His gut hurt a lot from the last kick by the navy swine. He was never one for revenge but happy thoughts were at the back of his mind at the moment.
“Oookey ookie!” his light brown eyes swiveled over to the little rascal in the cage.
“Aye. I know the feeling don’t you worry. I don’t want to know what happens to us after this. I doubt they will serve us some nice cheese,” the male sighed with exaggerated melancholy as the door swung open once more. “I’m gonna to miss eating cheese. What about you monkey?” The animal jumped in it’s cage with softer “ookies” Jesper assumed the furry creature understood him.
A burly man walked in. Anyone could tell that he had relationship problems. He struggled on one stub foot and he was not the prettiest man that Jesper had seen with his floppy belly and an astonishing large greasy beard. One giant scary scar ran down the side of his face he also had many visible sun burns. The monkey in the cage barred it’s fangs like a rabid beast jumping up and down and screeching like a banshee.
“Grab the animal,” the ugly man ordered as a scrawny sailor walked in. Picking up the cage the monkey shrieked grabbing the sailor by his ear and with it’s other body parts, scratched him wildly without mercy. Jesper couldn’t help but wave at the boy through his bound hands the poor boy’s mother wouldn’t recognize him now.