Description: Skapti's on the taller side, but no great giant; lean and wiry with a whipcord strength. Striking blue eyes are deep set, in a tanned and weathered face, that usually has a light beard, or a few days worth of stubble more often than not. The sailor wears his hair long, and their are often trinkets tied up into it, to go with those about his neck and fingers.

Personality: There are those in the world who despite all life's hardships wake up with a bright smile, optimistic about tomorrow. They always see the glass as half full, no matter how dingy the drink inside. Skapti is not one of these people. Those people are fools and blind to the world around them, to Skapti's way of thinking. While he enjoys a good time as much of the next man, usually he's a rather dour individual and always seems to be just waiting for the other shoe to fall, and Murphy's Law to enact itself on the universe once more.

Background: Born to Thraxian Thralls, Skapti's childhood was a hard one, and he didn't do himself any favors when he joined with a crew of raiders as a young teen to earn what he could to pay of their debt before it became his own. Every copper he made off plunder went back to his family to pay off the debt in hopes to free them from Thralldom. By the time he was an adult, he was a seasoned veteran, and no one could mistake him for a soft man.

It wasn't enough, however. He freed his mother, but his father was still deep in debt when he passed. When they came back from a raid, he heard the news. Some sort of farming accident, it seemed. What happened next, Skapti never would have imagined from a group of hard bitten killers. Rather than lose their comrade to Thralldom himself, each of them offered up the lion's portion of their own share and bought out his freedom.

The luck was too good. The next raid they set out on was disastrous. It had been bold, perhaps too bold, but it had had to be to be profitable. To make up for his freedom's price. Almost to a man, they were slaughtered, and Skapti barely mananaged to escape himself, eventually finding himself in Arx.

Since coming to Arx, the man has worked a slew of jobs, going work is available, some legit and some... Less so. Bouncer to merchant's guard, deck hand to smuggler, leg breaker to ditch digger.

Relationship Summary

Friend:

Aella - We've drifted over time, but I like to think we're still friends.

Spouse:
Deceased:

Harald - A hard man at times, but one I respected bone deep.

Patron:

Turo - He's done good by me, since I've joined Navegant, and I owe him my loyalty.

Acquaintance:

Regla - We used to be close, but she's changed now. Not the same woman she was.