Beaumont Sunblade
Beaumont Thorn
Beaumont Thorn is in life is, as a storm is on the sea. Dangerous, unpredictable, and yet still alluring. He is always seeking more in life: whether that's adventure, gold, or pleasure.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Toned, lithe, and athletic. His body is in excellent shape from years of sword fighting and sailing.
Body Features
Tribal looking tattoos that cover his arms and upper part of his back
Facial Features
Bright blue eyes that tell of his non human heritage and black warpaint he puts in a streak over them.
Identifying Characteristics
His tattoos and bright blue eyes.
Physical quirks
His hands rarely stay still.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Born to Elijah Thorn and Amalia Sunblade, Beaumont was a child of two very different cultures who didn't fit within either.
His father was an member of the Imperial Navy who tried to instill order and obedience that Beaumont constantly chafed against. His mother was a gifted duelist whose sole focus was testing her skill with a blade against others.
Raised on the western coast of the Empire for the first 20 years of his life, Beaumont always felt a calling he could not quite place. His father, struggling to come to terms with a wife and son who outlive him by centuries, soon became a drunkard who took his frustration out on them in violent fashion.
Shortly before his 20th birthday, Beaumont would kill his father after the man tried taking a whip to he and his mother. His mother took him and fled on the first ship leaving port. They bounced around for a decade, Beaumont learning the ways of sailing while his mother often worked as security on ships. The last five years saw them living among the tribal people of the Faenir Islands. Beaumont's naturally chaotic and rebellious nature grew during these years, farther pushing him to seek out new thrills.
During this time, Amalia regressed into a singular focus of facing and defeating the most talented duelists she could find and she was often sought out by other practitioners of the blade. Hew last challenge came from a pirate that left both duelists dead. Now, without any ties now holding him back, Beaumont took up his mother's blade and went to the pirate ship demanding they take him on. The captain, Allurial, found this amusing and told him he could earn his place by defeating another crew member in a fight.
Beaumont quickly ended the other man's life, a man who was disloyal to the new captain, and secured his place on the crew. He has been sailing with them for the last year, earning his way and keep until the current day where he is considered a valuable member of the Siren's Gale.
Gender Identity
Male
Sexuality
Hetero
Education
A basic education with a lot of lessons earned on the streets and the seas.
Employment
Previously was a sailor, now a pirate. Always a duelist
Morality & Philosophy
Has a lust for adventure and feels everyone should follow their whims in life and live for the moment. Take what you can, keep what you value, and kill your enemies.
Taboos
Undiscovered
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Find adventure, gain prestige as a duelist, and make some gold.
Likes & Dislikes
Dislikes depressing and cautious people
Virtues & Personality perks
Loyal, adventurous, carefree
Vices & Personality flaws
Chaotic, rebellious, headstrong
Personality Quirks
He rarely allows his hands to be still. Even with nothing to do his hands often play with a dagger or toy.
Hygiene
As good as can be as a pirate.
Social
Contacts & Relations
Various contacts from his time on the seas, but no close friends.
Family Ties
Father: deceased.
Mother: deceased.
Father's side: Nonexistent
Mother's side: Unknown, presumed alive
Religious Views
Doesn't strictly follow any god but every smart sailor gives a prayer to the elements and sea gods during a storm.
Social Aptitude
Charming, if at times overly direct and blunt.
Hobbies & Pets
Playing violin
A daring and charismatic swashbuckler with a lust for adventure.
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Alignment
Chaotic Neutral
Age
30s
Birthplace
The Empire
Children
Current Residence
Siren's Gale
Gender
Male
Eyes
Blue
Hair
Black
Height
6'1"
Weight
170
Quotes & Catchphrases
A ship in port is safe, but that's not what ships were built for!
Nothing
I boasted of becoming a linnorm slayer. And a mermaid slayer. Neither of those things came to pass. In fact, other than some unimportant fish fucks, the only thing I did slay was a member of our crew. I always told myself I'd end up killing one of them eventually. Just didn't think it would be against my own will when it came to pass.
I suppose I should feel guilty. A normal person would, right? Or at least bad. But, even though I was under a spell for the actual act of stabbing Kai in the heart....it felt no different than any other kill when I learned of it later. It might be argued that technically he lives again after Shagar's magic reincarnated him as a halfling. But, even when not knowing that he would be returned I felt nothing at the knowledge I had killed him. And despite being our helmsman felt no need to pay for his revival. A normal person, even a bastard of a man like me, should have felt something. I didn't.
I felt nothing at killing a member of my crew. Felt nothing in the chase for Shagar. Have I finally gone as numb as my mother was in the end? If were not for this fear I feel briefly over what might have been, I would worry my path is trending towards her own end.
Dwelling on these thoughts does me no benefit. I'll need to talk to the Captain. There seems to be no hard feelings from Kai or the rest of the crew about me killing him. Perhaps they truly believe me not at fault. Or perhaps they're use to me being a dangerous animal who might turn on them at any point.
...perhaps they are just slowly preparing for dealing with me in another way.
Amongst the Flamespears
I have to say, I was surprised to find an orc I considered attractive. But, there is just something about the allure of a dangerous woman even if she's strong enough to just manhandle me...
Still, I cannot help but feel my heart is not in it. The lack of any sort of romantic fascination is something I'm use to...but this chase of a sexual romp does not invigorate me as it once did. I feel I'm doing it out of habit just because I found this Shagar Flame Speaker to my physical liking. In truth, it has felt this way since we left Velthanor. I once held a lust for fighting and fucking that now feels...hollow. Perhaps this is the result of finally admitting how utterly fucking broken of a person I am.
As I sit in the camp writing this, I cannot help but feel that it is time for the man I once was to die. I can still feel the anger boiling beneath my surface. Still feel the want to take a woman and make her mine for a night. I do not think either of those traits will ever fully leave me. They are the imperfections of who I am. But, if the killing and fucking stops being enough....what happens to me then? For years they were the only two things I felt. Now..as I step out of shadows and shed old weights, I feel something else. As if there is something missing and I cannot begin to fathom what it is.
In the morning I will follow the Captain into another fucking volcano. Kill a sea serpent, some mermaids and more fish fucks. All for another piece of Tanifa. I wonder what sort of powers her fins will grant? Or what I'll feel like when I kill linnorm? Will I feel anything?
This journal is starting to feel fucking depressing. Time to chug some alcoholic milk and go to sleep.
Of Pain, Numbness, and Burdens
12th of Kythona 184 ED
Most people do not know what true pain is. Pain brought on by the deepest of betrayals. Of love turned to loathing. But, love is where our story begins.
Imagine if you will a man. A good man. An honorable man. Who became enamored with an elven warrior. He loved her from those first moments, and in him she found an acceptance she thought she had lost. They were happy together. Happier still when their love gave birth to a son. Their own little star in the night sky. But, life cares not for the wants and joys of those who live it. And in time things shall change.
The man suffered injury while on voyage. He returned alive, having earned retirement and pension. He could spend more time with the woman and son he loved so dearly. A decade passed...but his pain did not. If anything it grew worse as he aged. As grey began to creep into his hair and his limp became more pronounced he looked upon his perfect wife and son. And felt jealousy. For while he grew older, his wife remained untouched by the hands of time. As beautiful, strong, quick, and young as she looked the day he met her. He'd be dead for centuries before she began to wither as he was. And he soon realized he hated her for it. Why should she be so gifted. And so he sought to teach her the pain he felt.
She took the pain he sought to share. And she did not fight back. Never fought back. Not even when her son tried to stop his father one night. Not even when the father looked to the boy and saw another who would outlive him by centuries. And so the father sought to teach the boy his pain as well. For years the drunk would beat them. Humiliate them. Take out his rage and wants and pain on them. There is only so much pain a person can take. Especially of that sort. Eventually, I imagine, you begin to grow numb to it. You have to. The only way to survive is to go numb. To stop feeling. So that when you turn and take your father's belt from him and wrap it around his neck. You feel nothing as you kill the bastard who has wrought his wrath upon you for nearly a decade.
But, you have to be careful. For if you get too numb you lose the will to live. You begin to no longer see the point. And so you might start looking for duels. You might accept all challenges. Seek them out yourself. And you might one day swing your arm a little to wide. Might leave an opening for someone to take advantage of. To drive a blade into your heart. You might die in your son's arms and finally smile as peace takes you and the pain leaves. To avoid that fate you have to find ways to not feel numb. Maybe it's feeling ecstacy in the throws of passion. Perhaps the adrenaline you feel as you escape death as you cross blades with another.
Most people will never know that pain.
I carried a weight on my hip that I didn't understand. Truthfully I was not even aware of it. There are not words for it. I know I am broken. I know I am full of an anger that is not easily soothed. Of a pain that is not easily healed. Of a grime that never quite seems to wash away. I'm not sure if I regret relinquishing my mother's blade. But, I do not regret losing the weight from my hip. I do not regret meeting family who do not seem to wish to share their own pains with me. I'm not sure I'll ever have a home in Velthanor. But, if nothing else my grandfather and Lysanthir of the Telimbectar did not make me feel unwelcomed either. Perhaps I will return one day. And perhaps if I do I shall reclaim my mother's blade.
But, life is not about the past or the future. It is about the present. And for now I've work to do. I've prettied myself up with a new hat and new clothes. And I carry a new blade at my hip. Of my mother, but without the weight of the last one. And as I shed the weight on my hip, I will attempt to walk out of the shadow my father left me under.
I wonder if Tanifa giggles each time I stroke her scales. I wonder if I'm going to have to kill someone on the crew at this rate. Can't stand fucking liars. Either way for now....it's the pirate's life for me. Yo ho, yo ho.
*Beaumont Sunblade, First Mate of the Siren's Gale*