'''Name:''' Grigori Hosturn
'''Age:''' 48
'''Race:''' Human
'''Place of Origin:''' Old Rose Harbor
'''Occupation:''' Former Naval Mechanic, Current Pirate

!!!Backstory

The Hosturns are men consumed by anger, and from a young age, Grigori felt the roar in his ears that would never leave his life, a constant, burning, rage. His father, also plagued by the rage of his family, taught Grigori to channel this into the forge, focusing the anger into precise hits of his hammer, and the vigorous pumping of the bellows to forge weld tools. Grigori learned well from his father, and from the ages of eleven to sixteen, was an able apprentice and assistant.

After five years under him, Grigori took a job at a textile factory to bring more money into the family's house. There he learned how to use the lathe and drill press and grinder, and the focus he learned in forging tools made him an excellent mechanic and machinist. Also, his slight build and quick fingers helped him keep his appendages as the factory boss had a tendency of ordering him to repair machinery that was still energized. He also got into many fights. Many, many fights. And he won all of them. Even the wide bodied stevedores that would sometimes come in to argue with the factory boss walked around the little sixteen year old boy like he was a bear.

The only person not scared of him was a girl named Sophie, who started to bring the emaciated young mechanic boy sandwiches and they would take their breaks together, climbing to the top of the factory and eating beside the water tower, looking out onto the harbor. Grigori loved to be with Sophie. She had a way of smiling, a way of talking and laughing, that dulled the roar of anger in his ears. He even liked how she called him Grisha, rather playfully, as if to see if it would annoy him. Five years later the two got married.

Hoping to make more money to support his new wife, Grigori took on a job as a sailor in the Anaxi navy. There, he made a fine career as a pit snipe, where the focus he learned from his father and the skills he learned from his first two jobs made him a model shipboard mechanic. He very quickly was raised to a position of senior enlisted, and had a group of sailors under him who worked desperately and efficiently for fear of getting a wrench thrown at them by their chief.

In between sea tours, Grigori spent time with his wife, and somehow, ended up caring for a young girl named Molly Scarlette, the daughter of one of his shipmates who had taken a job on what he assumed was a long distance freighter. She was wild little child, prone to calling him "Uncle Grisha", a name that made his teeth clench.

Things were going pretty well for him, until what was to be his last reenlistment before retirement. He had one of the most impeccable records one could ask for in a mechanic, and when the dispatching officer, a young galdor, asked what he'd like to do, Grigori said he would like to be stationed on an aeroship he knew was currently drydocked and needed personell. He figured, it was his last six years, why not do something different? Something he could really brag about.

The officer laughed. Laughed uncontrollably, before finally saying that this was impossible in the most condescending way possible. Explaining his lack of latent magic made him a liability and all but saying he was lucky to even have a job in the navy to begin with. This was too much for him.He reamed into the officer, yelling at how he'd been fixing ships before even his mother looked upon his newly born face in disgust, threatened to crack his head open with a spanner wrench if he didn't pay him the respect a senior sailor deserved, and all but punched him in the nose. The navy, of course, didn't look well on this. Grigori was given a dishonorable discharge, a very meager pension, and no hopes of joining the Anaxi Armed Forces in any capacity again.

He wallowed in despair and rage for a few days, trying to figure out how he would be able to support his wife, until someone from the past came to visit him. His foster daughter Molly, now a rather strangely dressed young woman, came to their house and asked Grigori the single greatest question he could be asked.

"Wanna build an aeroship, Uncle Grisha?"



!!!Personality

Anger is always in Grigori. It's his primary emotion, the one he's most comfortable with, and his normal reaction to anything. That being said, the training his father gave him allows him to focus it, keep it at bay, and store it for when it can be useful. For Grisha, this normally means fixing the ship's machinery and berating the crew, especially little aye.

Since he mostly keeps his rage to himself, he comes off more as surly, and most people think him to be a likeably grumpy old man. It's kind of like thinking that a panther is "cute". If you work hard though, and don't act foolish, he's a loyal crew member. And if by some chance you manage to befriend him, he's loyal to a fault.

Oddly enough, Grigori has no real hate in him. The anger takes up most of his time, and it's so all encompassing, he never really got to hating things individually. He treats all races, all peoples, with the same searing derision he treats malfunctioning gear and stubborn kensers. The exception is the Anaxi Armed Forces, which when brought up in conversations works him up into such a fit that unless someone tries to calm him down, he's liable to burst a blood vessel.

!!!Physical Description

Grigori is short, skinny, and covered in carbon residue and grease. His two front teeth were knocked out early in his stint in the navy by an overpressurized valve. He wears on his bald head a red piece of fine patterned cotton that his wife stole from the factory she worked at before he was a sailor. He has a messy stubbly beard and sunken eyes. His body is heavily tattooed. On both his arms are storm crows, testaments to living through his first tour. On the left side of his chest are names of each ship he served on. On his back is a large catfish, the symbol of senior engineers in the navy, since they spend so much time below decks, like the great bottom feeding fish. He wears overalls with leather knee patches and his old smith's apron over that. Grigori is always frowning.

!!!Inventory

-A small craftsmen style home in Old Rose Harbor, built around his machine shop. He has access to a drill press and an old, angry, steam powered lathe.

-A tool box, filled with the myriad tools of a mechanic. Mainly wrenches, including his prized 3/4" box end slugging wrench, which also makes a deadly projectile.

- A book of technical drawings he made and compiled for the aeroship he and Molly have been building. It's meticulously laid out and the drawings were done quite proficiently.

!!!Skills

Tool Smith
-Forge Welding
-Knowledge of tools
-Blacksmithing.

Factory Worker
-Machining
-Working while machinery is still on
-Brawling

Naval Mechanic
-Making and reading technical documents
-Jury rigging equipment
-Yelling
-Throwing Wrenches
-Drinking Coffee

!!!Goals

Grisha wants to make enough off of plunder so that he and his wife can retire in relative comfort. He also wants to keep all the young fools on the ship alive.

(I know that Im not on the approval committy or whatever, but this just had to be said...)

HELL YEAH!

Thanks for submitting this sheet! We'll be looking it over and get back to you shortly!

1. Please go back and check your grammar, especially your tense. There are a few times where you slip in and out of past tense in your backstory especially.

2. Anaxas navy should be written Anaxi navy. There is no need to capitalize galdor/galdori, aeroship, etc. as those are all common nouns.

If you could go through and make those corrections, you'll be on your way to approval! Thanks!