Name:Jonathan Larkin
Age: 20
Personality: A hot-tempered, ((formerly)) loud-mouthed adventurer, he never takes 'no' for an answer and is usually incapable of keeping himself out of trouble. Though he seems like he can't control any aspect of himself at any given time, he has a suprisingly level head during emergencies, and can actually be quite compassionate, if the mood strikes him.
Bio/History: Born in a family of adventurers, John was born with a knack for getting himself in trouble. At six, he had successfully pissed off a bear to the point of attacking him. His father ended up saving him, but since then he's gotten himself in and out of countless jams. His most recent, though, has left him almost permanently disabled, unable to speak due to a metal mask affixed around his jawline. The mask, though ornate and rather beautiful, has a form of magic on it that negates any words spoken by the wearer. Let's just say he let his loud mouth get him into a little more trouble with the Cirrus than he would have preferred...

Since his run-in, he's been much more agressive than usual, due to the fact that he can't let his words tear through his adversary anymore. Oh well, that's what his sword and guns are for.
Weapons: A cutlass on his waist and a flintlock on his other hip.
Pets: A long, black drake by the name of Wage. The dragon-kin was a gift from his adventurering father.
Hobbies: Sharpshooting, fighting, drinking ((Though it's noticably less impressive when one has to drink through a straw)), and building.
Likes: His Drake, gun, sword, and other random knick-knacks his father gave him when he was young, most noticably an hourglass that flows in reverse, the sands drifting upward against the pull of gravity.
Dislikes: There is precious little he hates in this world, other than uppity people and the damn mask that remains welded to his face.
Fears: Though he likes to put up a facade of being fearless, he's terrified of heights and, because of his most recent mishap, the Cirrus.