Persias "Percy" Rhyssina

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Race: Triton

Nationality: Crescent Isles

Appearance: light blue-grey skin with tiger stripe markings along his back and shoulders, razor sharp shark-like teeth, fin ears, white slicked back hair, rough leathers that smell of the sea, scar marks from the corner of his left lip up through his eye and along the side of his head. The damaged eye is covered in a bandage,

Personality: Rough, abrasive, off-putting, a jerk and that's what the people who like him say.

History: Persias "Percy" Rhyssina grew up on the outside of the Crescent Isles in one of the smaller communities that dot the islands. There was no great prophecy or story that came with his birth. His life was destined for nothing more than a simple, boring life. Of course, that is not how the story ends.



When he was a child, his parents died in one of the storms that hit the islands. Sad, but it happens sometimes. He was taken in by a kind uncle, Tiernay, who wanted to make sure his nephew was taken care of, though that was not the real intention. The Rhyssina clan of weresharks on the island were dwindling and his uncle wanted to pump those numbers up.



Percy turned 16 and his uncle decided it was time to try and initiate the triton into the clan. He was not so into that idea though and tried to escape. During the scuffle, his uncle bit the side of his head leaving wicked scars and a blind eye. Percy did escape into the water and passed out from the water. He was eventually picked up by a passing navy ship, the Serpent's Spear, fished out by a large minotaur named Audric.



After recovering, he learned to sail, but chaffed under the rules of naval service and left to become a pirate. This put him at odds with Audric, the only friend he'd had in years and the only one to know his secret about being a wereshark. Percy spent the last few years sailing and enjoying his freedom, careening from whatever events are happening.