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Mavros “Mav” Kerridge

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Aliases:

Captain Mav - Most Recent

Crimson Magician - A former label that a life of questionable thievery earned him in the Westernmost nations

Magiano - A myth, a legend, a rumored sorcerer who preys on those weak-willed to illusory and dark deceits

Gender:

Male

Age:

23

Sexuality:

Yes - Albeit Harbors Disillusionment On The Definition Of Love

Appearance:

Mavros is easily an entity that embodies the definition of what it means to be tempted by something imperfectly perfect. With an angular facial structure, akin to a diamond, Mav definitively possesses a set of higher reigning cheekbones prominent beneath sunken eyes flawed with ever-present exhaustion. In stark contrast, Mavros’ eyes are a lively spectacle made up of a striking emerald green pigment with hints of bronze peppered beside his pupil. With a semi-narrow, yet downturned shape, these eyes possess wispy onyx lashes that often spill over his sight.

In terms of other features, the most unremarkable would be the man’s nose - both mediocre and unassuming to even a seasoned critic’s eye. However, if one had to describe it, it could be regarded as pointy, paired with a straight bridge and narrow nostrils. Notably, Mav would look to have a touch of hollowness to his cheeks, and a strict jawline. While he tends to put in effort to remain clean-shaven, he’s not without periods of embracing both light and more moderate stubble peppering his visage. It often depends on circumstance, opportunity, and his mood of course to determine how much grooming he invests in himself.

Which never translates to the touseled, improper and thick ringlets atop his head. This thick, buoyant-appearing hair parrots the coloration of a raven; a wholly black shade of color, yet glossy in appearance when reflecting the sun's rays. The soft ticks and curves of his curls curtain his forehead, yet it’s not so much untamed that it impairs his vision. The style also tapers off nicely at the nape of his neck, and Mav has never been one to let it grow beyond such a length.

Being blessed to stand at a respectable height of 6’3, aside from the towering stance, the impression of being formidable falls a bit short with him. If it weren’t for the prominent toning he’s gained along his long limbs, he risks being perceived as a strictly lanky creature. Having an athletic mass, the young man carries a figure resembling a more proportional rectangular shape - with his shoulders squaring even with his hips. Mav’s skin could be perceived as a warmer shade of porcelain, and is not without harboring both accenting beauty marks scattered across the realm of his physique, and craters of imperfection in the form of various scarring. While having no mark abundantly severe, these bodily accents he has are not distinctly ignorable either.

Personality:

In simple regards, the walking scandal that is Mavros offers little incentive to there being any shred of a decent human being beneath the intricate web he calls a personality. Being just a hair shy of villainy, Mav flourishes in the position of being a person who takes all that he can, and gives little to nothing in return. From a young age, Mav has thirsted to have nothing short of everything he deserves in life, which has led him to acquire a taste for nothing but the best. A greed like Mav’s is dangerous, vicious even when it comes to his pursuit of obtaining currency or his next shiny obsession. These qualities wouldn’t necessarily condemn Mav to being that of evil, although the word ‘nice’ is not exactly a label typically associated with him. Adaptive and quick-thinking, Mav is a man who fluidly adjusts to whatever cards he’s dealt. Being armed with a silver tongue and an impressionable charisma, Mav also has a knack for talking his way in and out of trouble.

Brief History:

Recalling little before the age of six, Mavros had only one thing that belonged to him when he had gained the pity of an ensemble of priests devoted to a dying polytheistic religion in an isolated village - his name. Being one of a handful of children whom the small religious community had taken in, Mavros had considered the other children siblings, to some degree. Resources were scarce, and hunger was a close friend - yet Mavros was taught how to survive off of what was available. Learning how to properly hunt and prepare food, fish, and sew makeshift clothing, as well as learning the customs of the religion he was surrounded by were all things Mavros had under his belt by ten. This didn’t stop Mav from acquiring the skill of thieving, either. Whether it be from the food in the temples, small items from his own peers, or whatever he could from travelers who would ride down a path not so far from the village in the direction of the closest, functioning town.

His life went up in flames in the village by age twelve, when he became the sole fleeing survivor of the slaughtering persecution of the village inhabitants. The village of Magio was no more, but from the ashes of that place had birthed the tale of Magiano - a sorcerer of the dark arts who had survived the persecution of ‘the village of demons’. The myth had twisted itself over time and as it spread through various towns in the region, though in all truth the monster they had believed to exist was only a boy blessed with masterful thievery and theatrics. Often Mav’s way of travel had become reduced to hiding among cargo and being transported by ships to various ports, and adapting to survive in each new environment where he had begun to earn a new label for his thieving reputation - the Crimson Magician.

At the cocky age of eighteen, Mav had stolen from the wrong man - an apparently revered pirate by the name of Sully Seafair, whom Mav had never heard of. Whereas the older, gruff man had every incentive and means to kill Mavros for his crime, the young man convinced the pirate to allow him a chance to earn mercy - the deal struck having been for Mav to make a compelling argument as to why he deserved what he had attempted to steal. Managing a tale both compelling and amusing, Sully spared Mav, and allowed him to keep the gold ring he had previously slipped off of the man’s finger. It was the beginning of a mentorship of sorts, having been taken under Sully’s wing to learn the ropes of piracy, both on and off a ship. Over time and among new faces in Sully’s crew, it had become common knowledge that Mavros was Sully’s son, and it was a fact not questioned, even after Sully’s demise with Mavros picking up the pieces of what he had left behind and stepping into the boots of a captain just a year ago.