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Description

Name: Natter ‘Bait’ Crag
Age: 41
Height: 7’5
Species: Rigarek
Personality: First impressions of Bait is a big, scary tough looking titan of a creature, with strong tall frame, deep scars and one mean hook hand, but really that’s all show. He is rather kind if not a bit blunt and has good manner to keep his temper down. He’s a gentle giant behind a wall of knives, scary looking stones and an immovable case of optimism.

Talents:
• attuned senses
Being blind Baits senses are homed and well tuned to his surroundings, mainly to the beach side and ocean life style as over the years he’s grown better adept at using them from smelling out ships down wind to being able to memories the exact layout of the world around him.
• Strong:
A natural race trait for a Rigarek of his size, from braking rocks to smashing heads he is a beast of a creature … and it comes in handy with heavy lifting some times … some times.
• Keen sailor:
Baits love for the sea life and passion for sailing makes him quiet a unique sailor. With his heightened senses and his understanding of ship life he can feel the vast change of the wind, navigate by memory and out hear and smell other who may be after the loot.
•Grrr…:
Well look at the guy, would you really want to piss that off? But really the man is very show, he has a good habit of scaring people, if any thing he’s far more bark than he is bite and that’s what people tend to pay him for, to look mean and growl at people.

Weakness’s:
• Balance:
Given his affliction and artificial limbs Bait has a very poor balance, he is good enough to private but some times a shaky ocean or even a strong barge can throw him off balance.
• Slow:
With his height and strength he is a brutal brick wall of a man, but his peg leg and sluggish arms make him a slow brick wall at that.
• Cold:
After being so use to the hot life by the sea he isn’t overly stable in colder climates, his blood is quiet cool after so many years in the heat his body isn’t happy in colder climates.

Likes/Dislikes:
+ Fishing
+ Eating
+ Climbing
+ Swimming
+ The Sunsets hours
- Koto's
- Ignorance
- Buzzing Incects
- Putting his harness on
- Seagulls

Occupation:
Pirate / trader / thug

History (Story):
Baits family had always been people of the shore, men and women who fished, built and lived by the sea, right back to his earliest ancestors who came to Mana’Ri so many years ago. Baits parents where talented fishermen, both with a keen sense of the ocean and how it ‘talked’ with its smells and sounds. The ocean was in their blood and passed on to their newborn Natter.
Unfortunately their luck at sea ended around the time Natter was only 2 left with their family friend ‘Zet’. caught up in storm on a fishing hall, black clouds and heavy sea’s Stoll them from this world leaving no trace or hope of every finding them.
As the years went on Natter grew older and stronger with a heavy curiosity of ocean life and what it was like compared to living on land, the sea was in his blood too, but it was to soon for such a young thing. Growing up Natter learnt from Zet, how to fish and sale as his parents once did so long ago, but as he got older he found himself deviling into other aspects of Zets life, pirating being a key factor.
He sailed ships with him and stormed the ocean sea’s trading illegal goods and in the odd occasion plundering other ships. This life with Zet went on until Natter reached 20 where alas age took Zet as the sea had taken his parents … and he now alone.
Being alone was a hard time in his life, he never got along with the old pirate crew and he had a yearning for something more … or at least something less cruel in terms of what they had planed. He spent few years on the shore, using his brutish looking strength to gain jobs in heavy lifting and looking tough enough to scare thieves out of shipyards, but eventually he was offered a role on a trading ship. Of course this was pirating but it was only trade over plunder, nothing permanent, simple a one off job which suited him fine but this job … was one to remember.
Amongst the thrashing waves and the heavy storms the true danger lied beneath, in the midst of a strong storm the ship was attacked, attacked by a giant Black Koto known as Ragnarok. During the panic and winds Natter was thrown overboard and into the dark deep where he was fortunate to encounter the creature. It tore him near limb from limb taking half his left arm, an entire shorter arm and his lower leg, it was a miracle the crew managed to recover him and keep him alive.
It was an impressive feat to behold, watching him fight off the creature and survive with little more than a few limbs missing, it had gained him the nick-name of Bait, Koto-bait in full but He seemed to become known as ‘Bait’ for short. Fortunately this reputation was good aid his recovery, with the crew and others providing him with people to provide and train him with prostatic limbs.
As the years went on he learnt to live with his new body, it helped his appeal especially with his own little legend of ‘Bait, the Rigarek that survived Ragnarok’. He never secured a full time job; he never liked the idea of doing the same thing over and over again. Instead he takes on various little jobs here and there, some pirating others legal enjoying freedom and of course the ocean life.

Alliance:
neutral

Other Info:
• The Black Koto ‘Ragnarok’:
The Black Koto, also known as ‘Ragnarok’ is the legendary Koto that had wounded him so many years ago. It is told to be pitch black with white pail eyes and heavy scaring, said to be much larger and far more savage that even a fully grown Koto, its even said on dark quiet knights it would swallow a fish whole and take you to the depths of the sea … but no one has lived to confirm most of these sea tales. Still to this day Bait fears the idea of running into it, and forever its sent as it haunts him worried that one day it might come back for more.
• Prostatic limb:
After the Black Koto incident Bait had lost his left arm from the wrist mid wrist down, his entire inner left arm, the top of his ear and his left lower leg. His prosthetics are a hook hand; good for taking a swing, looking scary and even grappling himself to ships. And a peg leg, alas the best he can really manage, but that’s not to say it doesn’t hide a bottle of whiskey in it.

Description

Name: Natter ‘Bait’ Crag
Age: 41
Height: 7’5
Species: Rigarek
Personality: First impressions of Bait is a big, scary tough looking titan of a creature, with strong tall frame, deep scars and one mean hook hand, but really that’s all show. He is rather kind if not a bit blunt and has good manner to keep his temper down. He’s a gentle giant behind a wall of knives, scary looking stones and an immovable case of optimism.

Talents:
• attuned senses
Being blind Baits senses are homed and well tuned to his surroundings, mainly to the beach side and ocean life style as over the years he’s grown better adept at using them from smelling out ships down wind to being able to memories the exact layout of the world around him.
• Strong:
A natural race trait for a Rigarek of his size, from braking rocks to smashing heads he is a beast of a creature … and it comes in handy with heavy lifting some times … some times.
• Keen sailor:
Baits love for the sea life and passion for sailing makes him quiet a unique sailor. With his heightened senses and his understanding of ship life he can feel the vast change of the wind, navigate by memory and out hear and smell other who may be after the loot.
•Grrr…:
Well look at the guy, would you really want to piss that off? But really the man is very show, he has a good habit of scaring people, if any thing he’s far more bark than he is bite and that’s what people tend to pay him for, to look mean and growl at people.

Weakness’s:
• Balance:
Given his affliction and artificial limbs Bait has a very poor balance, he is good enough to private but some times a shaky ocean or even a strong barge can throw him off balance.
• Slow:
With his height and strength he is a brutal brick wall of a man, but his peg leg and sluggish arms make him a slow brick wall at that.
• Cold:
After being so use to the hot life by the sea he isn’t overly stable in colder climates, his blood is quiet cool after so many years in the heat his body isn’t happy in colder climates.

Likes/Dislikes:
+ Fishing
+ Eating
+ Climbing
+ Swimming
+ The Sunsets hours
- Koto's
- Ignorance
- Buzzing Incects
- Putting his harness on
- Seagulls

Occupation:
Pirate / trader / thug

History (Story):
Baits family had always been people of the shore, men and women who fished, built and lived by the sea, right back to his earliest ancestors who came to Mana’Ri so many years ago. Baits parents where talented fishermen, both with a keen sense of the ocean and how it ‘talked’ with its smells and sounds. The ocean was in their blood and passed on to their newborn Natter.
Unfortunately their luck at sea ended around the time Natter was only 2 left with their family friend ‘Zet’. caught up in storm on a fishing hall, black clouds and heavy sea’s Stoll them from this world leaving no trace or hope of every finding them.
As the years went on Natter grew older and stronger with a heavy curiosity of ocean life and what it was like compared to living on land, the sea was in his blood too, but it was to soon for such a young thing. Growing up Natter learnt from Zet, how to fish and sale as his parents once did so long ago, but as he got older he found himself deviling into other aspects of Zets life, pirating being a key factor.
He sailed ships with him and stormed the ocean sea’s trading illegal goods and in the odd occasion plundering other ships. This life with Zet went on until Natter reached 20 where alas age took Zet as the sea had taken his parents … and he now alone.
Being alone was a hard time in his life, he never got along with the old pirate crew and he had a yearning for something more … or at least something less cruel in terms of what they had planed. He spent few years on the shore, using his brutish looking strength to gain jobs in heavy lifting and looking tough enough to scare thieves out of shipyards, but eventually he was offered a role on a trading ship. Of course this was pirating but it was only trade over plunder, nothing permanent, simple a one off job which suited him fine but this job … was one to remember.
Amongst the thrashing waves and the heavy storms the true danger lied beneath, in the midst of a strong storm the ship was attacked, attacked by a giant Black Koto known as Ragnarok. During the panic and winds Natter was thrown overboard and into the dark deep where he was fortunate to encounter the creature. It tore him near limb from limb taking half his left arm, an entire shorter arm and his lower leg, it was a miracle the crew managed to recover him and keep him alive.
It was an impressive feat to behold, watching him fight off the creature and survive with little more than a few limbs missing, it had gained him the nick-name of Bait, Koto-bait in full but He seemed to become known as ‘Bait’ for short. Fortunately this reputation was good aid his recovery, with the crew and others providing him with people to provide and train him with prostatic limbs.
As the years went on he learnt to live with his new body, it helped his appeal especially with his own little legend of ‘Bait, the Rigarek that survived Ragnarok’. He never secured a full time job; he never liked the idea of doing the same thing over and over again. Instead he takes on various little jobs here and there, some pirating others legal enjoying freedom and of course the ocean life.

Alliance:
neutral

Other Info:
• The Black Koto ‘Ragnarok’:
The Black Koto, also known as ‘Ragnarok’ is the legendary Koto that had wounded him so many years ago. It is told to be pitch black with white pail eyes and heavy scaring, said to be much larger and far more savage that even a fully grown Koto, its even said on dark quiet knights it would swallow a fish whole and take you to the depths of the sea … but no one has lived to confirm most of these sea tales. Still to this day Bait fears the idea of running into it, and forever its sent as it haunts him worried that one day it might come back for more.
• Prostatic limb:
After the Black Koto incident Bait had lost his left arm from the wrist mid wrist down, his entire inner left arm, the top of his ear and his left lower leg. His prosthetics are a hook hand; good for taking a swing, looking scary and even grappling himself to ships. And a peg leg, alas the best he can really manage, but that’s not to say it doesn’t hide a bottle of whiskey in it.