Aye, I should be ashamed of myself... but I'm not.
Social Rank: 8
Concept: Capricious Explorer
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Deep Violet
Skintone: Dark Olive
Description: Evaristo is a roughneck personified. The stubble gracing his angular chin is perpetual and the mop of black hair on top of his head is kept in a state of disarray in spite of any attempts to comb it - though one may suspect he doesn't even try. His almond-shaped violet eyes gleam with mischief beneath a pair of thick brows and his thin lips are usually tugged into a snide smirk. He is not an unattractive man, but one can tell he is liable to grate on the nerves of many, even from a distance. He has a lanky but fit build and a penchance for lazy strolling.
Personality:     Evaristo is the kind of jerk people love or people love to hate - there is no in between. His time away from land and in the company of men who care little for conventional morality or politeness has ingrained him with an innate ability to not care how others view him unless it directly interferes with his wants or lifestyle. On the rare occasion it -does-, he can be surprisingly smart and charming, and somehow make it seem natural.
Those who aren't fooled usually punch him. Or try to kill him. It's usually dependent on whether or not there are any sharp objects nearby.
Background:     Evaristo hasn't visited his parents since he left home at the age of seventeen, stowing away on a ship after running afoul of his stepfather - something having to do with stealing money, supposedly. When he was found, he managed to ingratiate himself with the captain and convinced the woman to keep him on her crew as a sailor. There he stayed for several years, travelling the world on a cargo ship which sailed the seas of the Saffron Chain.
In late 1002 AR the ship was attacked by shav pirates intent on seizing the cargo. Evaristo and a handful of the crew managed to escape via life boat and swimming to a nearby island - thankfully the shavs had little interest in pursuing them. There they were stranded for four months, and Evaristo finally began to contemplate his life choices. They were eventually found and rescued by a passing Thraxian vessel and brought to Darkwater Watch. He made his home there for a couple of years, making silver by taking odd jobs and finding a new crew: his own. He accumulated enough money to build his own small ship and made enough "friends" to man it, and he was on the beloved sea once more.
Trips to Arx have proven to be particularly profitable these days, and he finds the citizens of the Lower Borough to be his kind of people. Perhaps there are opportunities to be found...
|Berenice||I love a man looking for trouble.|
|Calandra||A sailor. I think. Also a good bit drunk, I think. But charming nonetheless.|
|Ingrid||Ahh, trouble. I was brought up in a household where trouble was deeply frowned upon. To meet someone who tosses around trouble like it's a seasoned friend has made me change my perspective on a lot of things. It's also made me loosen the corset, so to speak, so that I can join in when he laughs -- which is often.|