Francis was once a reever under Meriam Dremholtz, long, long ago. He was a bastard of a privateer, but has long since gone past his prime. Still, his bark is still loud, & he knows a good sword arm when he sees it. After 20 years of service, he retired to be a trainer. During the Civil War, he worked as a refugee smuggler & go-to man for those who needed to hide, & afterward, he accepted a small title as a baron of the coast.
Now, however, he has begun itching for the old days, & a timely visit by a young Torch to recruit him for a potentially deadly mission has gotten him up off his ass & back into the thick of things... on an airship. Do wonders never cease?
Relationships:
- The sea: an old lover
- Merian: a former crush
- Damon: the best soldier in the world
- Klaus: a godsend
- The Band: potential to be a very crusty bunch
- Arlie: a lucky man & a crazy bastard
- Arsul: awaiting judgment
- Aurelia: rumor has it, she killed the ogrish emperor--an assassin? just a lucky little girl?
- Avery: poncy little guy got his eyes torn out? probably deserved it
- Dionysus: halfpint to be ignored until further notice
- Hunny: I'll believe it when I see it
- Jack: a rousing good singer, him
- Kashaji: I've seen big dogs in my day
- Little Wing: I seem to recall there was a bird mentioned in the briefing
- Magnum: I've heard that last name before...
- Manny: I'll believe it when I see it
- Sue: freak
- Itoh: Varhail couldn't even get him to keep his mouth shut
- Loash: nothing is more trouble than a gnome
- Airship crew: this is going to be fun
- Cogswell: he'd better keep us up
- Odellino: poncy fruit
- Laird: now there's a man to cross swords with