Rowdy

Disinherited rover. Sword for hire.... not me, just the sword, Reasonable rates. Inquire within.

Born to a life on the sea, yearning for a ship of his own, he finally aspired to his true longing: hair streaming in the wind, spray in his face, salt in his nostrils, cutting a dashing figure until his crew found him puking on the poop deck - sadly he realized he wasn't cut out for this vocation after all. Needless to say, his dreams, along with his ship, were wrecked.