Name :: Fiero Cruz
Age :: Twenty-one
Gender :: Male
Allignment :: Light
Homeworld :: Port Royal
Class :: Warrior & Gunner, Keyblader
Abilities :: Dual blades - He started out training with only one cutlass, but after he grew accostomed to it, fighting with two swords seemed to come naturally.
Marksmanship - Fiero's not the best shot around, but he is better than most normal people. That's why he usually sticks to his swords.
Throwing knives - He's won more than a few bets with this obscurity. Fiero can usually hit the center of a target if he just focuses for a second, and when he's off the mark, it's not by much.
Weapon/s :: Fiero is your typical armed pirate: Two cutlasses at his hip, a pistol beside the blades as well as one more small firearm strapped to his chest. Knives are concealed almost everywhere on him; sleeves, boots, belt... Fiero's sure he has at least five or six on him at all times. A few treats enemies might not expect: blackpowder grenades hang along with his sword and pistols. Within the last few days, Fiero has discovered another weapon in his arsenal, one that was not his choice to have.
The Keyblade, one he calls Calavera Dorada, or Golden Skull.
Appearance :: Fiero is a tall, tanned young man at almost six feet. He's slender, but strong, and not to be underestimated. With black hair and midnight blue eyes, he's been called more than his fair share of names because of his handsome appearance. (His crewmates don't like pretty faces.)
Personality :: Despite being fiercely independent, Fiero would always choose working as a team than being a leader. He's brave and fearless, not dumb, but he is impulsive. (If a crewmate goes overboard, Fiero's the first one to jump into the water.) A relentless drive to never give up fuels his independence. Fiero is a hard-working young man that is anything but self-centered. Also, he enjoys a good, boisterous laugh once in a while.
History :: Fiero was practically born and raised on the water. He feels like he's spent all twenty-one years of his life on a boat of some kind. However, his father's crew, despite the fact he was the son of the captain, didn't take kindly to Fiero's presense on the ship. To calm the well-meaning but sometimes rowdy pirates, Fiero's father ordered the young boy to find work on the ship and hopefully get on the good side of the crew. By the time he was nine, Fiero was learning how to sail, how to read the weather from the crow's nest, and especially how to defend himself, all from different members of the crew. He grew up at his father's side, and even when the latter retired from the "family business," Fiero continued, but didn't try to be the captain. He preferred working with others, not ordering them around.
However, strange things have been happening in his dreams.... Things concerning stained glass, doors, and a key... especially the key.
Theme song/s :: Lively music for a lively pirate
Also, Spanish pirate-y music is Spanish and pirate-y.
Miscellaneous :: Let's just say he's got better sealegs than landlegs.
