Name: Slender Hector
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Culture: Misbegotten
Background: Criminal (Would be Gentlemen Thief)
Ship: HMS Invincible or the The Mermaid
Appearance: Standing tall and thin at 6?7? and 140 lbs and with six scrawny limbs, Slender Hector lives up to his name. He wears a ragged, albeit bright suit with a matching hat complete with hatpins, as the hat was salvaged and is incomplete, slowly coming apart at the seams, only held together by the pins he has managed to get his hands on. Poking out from underneath the hat, is a shock of fiery, unkempt, uncut hair that always annoys him. He normally carries with him a cane and a cigarette holder he salvaged from the rubbish dumps of the blocks to complete the gentlemanly, but dilapidated look. Some of his hands and his feet are misshaped and would look out of proportion on a normal person, marking him as a misshapen mutant.
Personality: Being a wannabe gentlemen thief, he always acts suave, charming and polite. imitating the debonair adventurers of the dime novels he read. But he is still just a twenty-something that has just broken out of the blocks and knows little of the world outside of them, only trusting those that show that their allegiance doesn?t belong to the Empire, but still keeping his true intention close to his heart. Nevertheless, Hector isn?t all smiles. He enjoys his new-found freedom from the Empire?s cruel commands and will stop at nothing to retain it. He feels no guilt and has no mercy.
Biography: Born with six arms and abandoned by his parents and left to his own devices, he was always getting his hands on something, whether it be a dull cast away pocket watch or a broken umbrella. When he didn't spend time stealing, he sewed, repairing the scraps of fabric the city sent him. Soon he got his hands on some dime novel called The Adventures of Trilby and dreamed of having daring escapades at the helm of an airships with a dashing woman in one hand and bags of loot in the others, flying off into the sunset.
Unfortunately, life in the blocks didn?t offer such excitement, Hector had to start small, picking pickpockets one day and casing joints the next. However, in such small areas his antics didn't go unnoticed. Pig-Snout Pete woke up one morning to find his favourite trinket missing and many other more fellow Misbegotten soon awoke to find their valuables missing. An angry mob soon assembled and demanded that he would return their belongings back to them, unable to do so because he had a ready sold them, they drove him out to one of the nastiest blocks, hoping that the skinny spider-like scruff would starve to death there.
Hector didn?t plan on letting a few angry neighbours stand in the way of his hopes and dreams. He saw the punishment as an opportunity to escape the blocks for good. Left to his own devices, as always, he gradually dug a tunnel out only using six spoons and his own determination to be the one of the few people who had ever escaped the block unnoticed. It was something that would only be found in dime novels he had read, only something most people would think would happen in fantasy-land. Hector had always thought that if Trilby were there, Hector would have earned his respect.
Ending up in the air-docks, Hector stopped himself from becoming overwhelmed by the wondrous spectacle that lay before him and spied a fine vessel to make his getaway on, throwing caution to the wind, he got on it without even checking whom it belonged to.