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Villager: Thackery

[ a p p e a r a n c e ]
Thackery was nothing but gangly legs and slender sinew as a boy. His feet were always bare and hands usually scraped. As he grew he remained much the same, which was no surprise to anyone involved as he resembled almost all of the Ranogra line who had come before him; Zephyr included. As the boy finally dissolved away into a man, new muscle and strength started to fill out in a fashion more fitting a Caine.

He lets his dark hair grow long, fixed into a knotty braid on one side of his face that more resembles ship rigging than any cohesively done braid. Sharp, sea-green eyes dance behind his lanky bangs, and a hint of dimples appear in his cheeks when he smiles. His skin is tanned from years of serving on ship decks under the southern sun’s rays. Tattooed tribal waves of a stormy sea leap up his left arm to his shoulder, with a few more matching ones upon his left hip that peek out above the sashes he wears around his waist. Among the sashes at his waist he also keeps two swords, one of medium length with a slightly curved blade and the other long and straight.

[ p e r s o n a l i t y ]
Thackery harbors a soul as wild and untamed as a storm at sea. As roguish as the overlapping waves, unrelenting like the howling wind, and with a quick-witted sharp tongue to match the dangerous spires of exposed rocks and reefs. He can be impulsive in nature, similar to the flickering tendrils of lightning that choose at random which direction to scatter and dash across the sky, and as rash and bold as the shuddering clang of thunder. Nevertheless, he cares deeply for his family and the crew he serves with, even if showing respect isn’t one of his best skills.

Responsibility is one of his greatest fears, not because of a dislike for chores and tasks, but because of the idea of being pinned down and trapped beneath the overwhelming burden of it. Admitting defeat, fleeing, and asking for help are all also not among his best skills, as he has recurring fears of letting others down. Despite that, he is prone to fits of wrath and anger; especially as an adult.

[ h i s t o r y ]
Thackery’s birth was a gift from the Gods - quite literally. He was born of Zephyr and Haul, the deities of the reckless wind and the soft kissed sun, and was gifted to Kiam Ranogra and Solitude Caine who had been mortal vessels for the reborn gods. Kiam and Solitude raised him with the help of their third spouse Tobias, and he grew alongside his younger sister Eden who had been a similar gift from Haul and Aibek to the three men.

His true heritage was a mystery to him for most of his youth, though there were always little things that tipped him off that something was different about himself. Wind that seemed to pick up when he was happy, waves that seemed to move whichever way he wanted them to, thunderstorms that started when he was angry.

He grew up in Court, a pirate safe haven nestled among the Southern Isles in the warm sea and soft breeze. Taking after his grandfather Graham, Solitude’s father, he had a natural longing for adventure and maps and discovering what lies beyond them. When he was still a young boy, he took his sister Eden in his little boat and traveled up one of the many rivers on the Isle and came upon old deserted temple ruins. Despite Eden’s warnings and pleas for him not to enter, he descended into the heart of the ruins to explore in boyish curiosity. The one treasure he returned with was an old mask made of bone, and once more despite Eden’s cries for him to be rid of it he took the mask home with them.

In the years that followed, Thackery changed. He was always cunning and brave and fearless and wild, but his recklessness came to a new extreme. He was no longer afraid of hurting people, either emotionally or physically, and his impulsive actions and comments became snide and cruel. A god by the name of Lyre, who oversees trickery, deceit, cunning, and revenge, had been locked away inside of that mask - and had slipped from it to being inside Thackery. Through the years Lyre corrupted him and took over his actions and thoughts, and because of him Thackery took on the mantle of the masked pirate prince.