Ferran el Machir

Biographical information

Birthplace Cortosi Coast Born Died Age Home Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Human Sub-Race Gender Male Height 5'10 Mass Slim and athletic Hair color Dark Eye color Brown Skin color Olive

Political information

Affiliation(s) None Occupation Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Ceithernach Created on 12/9/19 Avatar Art by Andrey Ivanchenko

Slim and athletic, Ferran walks with the calm steady strides of a sailor. He has a mop of dark hair and a pleasant easy going face. A well worn cutlass hangs at his hip and his leather armour is scarred and pitted from combat. His movements are smooth and quick, almost like a bird.

I am the monarch of the sea. Ferran's most comfortable at sea with his feet on his own ship. A talented sailor he's weathered storms, charted courses through vicious reefs, and lost pursuers after chases that dragged on for days.

Talk the hind leg off a donkey. Ferran might have a talent for putting his foot in it but his cheerful manner usually helps him dig his way out of a hole. He can confidently converse in a half dozen tongues and manage to bargain in a dozen other bastardised pidgins and creoles.


Small fry. There's a hundred other small time smugglers like Ferran scattered about the Cortosi coast. Those with power can discard them at will. They've limited resources, little bargaining power, and few allies. Only a few make their riches, watery graves, slave chains, or the hangman's noose await the majority.

"Discretion is the better part of valour"

Ferran is a friendly, personable individual at first glance. Practiced at the art of the deal, he can use his honeyed words and silver tongue to his best advantage when he needs to. He's a person accustomed to steering his way around obstacles rather than confronting them head on. Taxmen, excise, pirates, cannibals, privateers, he knows that it's just better to avoid them where possible.

Two things really are what gets his goat. Pirates and slavers. As an 'honest' trader, Ferran is reluctant to hand over any of his hard earned gains to the wolves of the sea. He'll run when he can't fight and fight when he can't run. As for slavers...Ferran spent the worst year of his life chained to a galley oar. He detests abhors the thought and sails into Cerak At'Thul only when he has to.