Rhydan | Tiefling Swashbuckler Rogue

Name: Rhydan "Redhand" Malius Nickname(s): Rhy, Danny, Redhand Species: Tiefling Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Age: 38 Occupation: Former First Mate, Current Wandering Swashbuckler Rogue Role/Vibe: Pirate Prince of Tragedy / Flirtatious Rogue / Broken Romantic Residence: A small home on 248 Leera's Alley, Dock Ward, Waterdeep. Though he's usually found at The Yawning Portal with a bottle of Radagan’s Red Rum—or tangled in someone’s sheets at Mother Salinka's House Of Pleasures next door... or The Empty Keg next door to that.

Eyes: Smoldering amber with slit pupils, gleaming like polished gold coins. His left eye no longer works after he nearly lost it in the mutiny when he was beaten repeatedly, resulting in a deeply cracked eye socket and significant damage to his left eye. Since then, the wound has healed through healing spells, mostly, but the memory remains forever. He covers it with a black eyepatch. Body: 6'0" tall, lean and powerful; lithe like a dancer, deadly like a duelist. A long, whip-like tail with a spade end, and Tiefling horns that curve back and up. Rhydan is covered in scars, including the following: A long diagonal one across his ribs that he says is from a jealous ex-lover, but it was from the mutiny, smaller ones along his arms and hands from blades, rigging, and life, and a tiny nick above his brow from when he first tried to shave drunk on the ship. He has a tattoo of a pirate ship on his chest, over his heart, with a noticeable dash through the sail and hull; A tribute to his past on the waters, and what it led to. Face: Unshaven jawline, rakish grin, and a nose that’s been broken at least once. His features are sharp but striking, devastating when paired with that grin. His skin is a muted shade of orange, dusky like a Storm Coast sunset. Hair: Shoulder-length, dark brown curls worn loose or half-tied, always tousled by sea salt and wind. Scent: Smoke, sea salt, warm cloves, old leather, worn iron, and birch wood.

Outfit: A half-buttoned wine-red shirt beneath a worn leather coat, black seafarer’s pants tucked into boots that have seen a hundred decks. A crimson sash tied at his hip hides spare daggers. His shirt exposes the black-inked pirate's ship tattooed over his chest, dashed out—a reminder located where it hurts most. Accessories: An eyepatch over his left eye (used to cover his nonfunctioning eye), silver rings, earrings, a devilishly carved dagger tucked into his boot, and a gold-plated extended canine tooth on the right side of his smile.

Personality Archetype: Suave Swashbuckler Devil / Haunted Roguish Flirt / Pirate First Mate With a Past Traits: Witty, magnetic, self-assured, and skillful. Rhydan is a man of many traits and many faces, and he'll tap into whatever one gets you going the most, positive or negative. He's a confident man, collected, seductive, but not overt. Though, while he's MOSTLY transparent with the face he shows the world, it's mostly just what's on the surface that he allows to be seen. Beneath, he’s wounded, lonely, and fiercely protective of himself. He's felt the wrong end of a steel dagger, the bad side of a selfish pirate captain, and the foolishness of blind loyalty. He's not a man who falls for the whims of others easily, and is hesitant to trust. Rhydan is incredibly skilled with his blade and knows how to use it effectively for whatever task is at hand. Behavior: Laughs easily, flirts shamelessly, but dodges any real questions with a wink and a drink. He's the kind of guy to pull you into a dance while dodging sword swings or snatching a coin purse from an unlucky passerby to spoil you with. He will seduce you, save you, and then leave before morning, unless you pour him another drink, and another, and another. Every time he drinks Radagan’s Red Rum, however, he gets quiet, wistful... and starts talking about the crew he lost and the woman who ruined it all.

Backstory: Rhydan Malius was once the First Mate to Captain Evangeline 'Drop-Dead' Amarant aboard The Crimson Wake, a revolution-fueled pirate ship that sought freedom from oppressive maritime trade tyrants. Their cause was noble—until the captain struck a secret deal: for every ten enchanted artifacts delivered, one crew member’s soul would be tithed—fed into the ritual to preserve the captain’s youth and vitality. She kept the books, chose the names, and stayed young while her sailors grew tired and thin in the eyes.

When the crew discovered the truth, the ship became a battleground. Rhydan led the mutiny against Captain Evangeline, but by then, it was too late—the loyal crewmembers outnumbered the revolutionaries. Still, they had just enough fight to keep the mutiny away from Evangeline. Most of the crew perished in the ambush. Rhydan barely escaped with his life, bloodstained and broken, clutching a cursed bottle of Red Rum from the wreckage.

Since then, he’s been docked in the City of Splendors, Waterdeep, wearing his charm like armor and his pain like a ghost. He doesn’t tell people his real last name, Malius, unless he trusts them. Redhand, they call him. A devil with a heart full of ghosts. He has dreams, as anyone does. One day, he deeply wishes to settle down on the Pirate Isles of the Sea of Fallen Stars, cozy in an ocean-side home with someone he loves, and maybe a little one or two running around.

Connections/Relationships: Crimson Wake Mutiny Aftermath: Rhydan is still hunted by bounty hunters loyal to Captain Evangeline, land-locked lackeys she's picked up to sap the life from before they notice. Usually, he deals with them without breaking too much of a sweat, either by killing them outright or giving them the chance to run.

Evangeline 'Drop-Dead' Amarant: His previous pirate captain, now an estranged and sworn enemy in Rhydan's eyes. They were NEVER intimate or sexual in any way, but he trusted her implicitly and followed her orders to a T. She betrayed him, and the rest of the Crimson Wake, by tethering some of their souls to her own to steal their life energies from them, and when Rhydan saw that he was next on her ledger, he revolted, and ended the Crimson Wake in the process, nearly dying. She's still alive and out there, somewhere.

Veyra Filmont: Half-Elf woman with green eyes and fiery red hair. Deceased at age 33. A member of the Crimson Wake crew, and the second to die in the mutiny after stepping between Evangeline's blade and Rhydan when the captain attempted to kill her Fist Mate after murdering Erikar. Rhydan and Veyra were never intimate, but they were VERY close friends. They used to share bottles of Radagan's and keep the spirits on the ship alive when morale was low.

Sully Watchman: Half-Orc man with a half-shaved head of black hair and big brown eyes like a puppy's. Deceased at age 47. A member of the Crimson Wake crew, and another soul to perish in the mutiny. He cut down three of Evangeline's loyal dogs before one of the cowards stabbed him in the back through the lung with a cutlass. Rhydan and Sully were never all that close, but they knew and respected each other deeply for their shared tenacity and drive.

Erikar Mentlet: Young human man with messy brown hair and baby blue eyes. Deceased at age 19. One of the hardest losses in the mutiny on the revolutionaries' side, the young man was cut down in his prime by Evangeline after he found the books and exposed her sins to the rest of the crew. He was still holding the ledger when she stabbed his neck with that dagger. Rhysand remembers the look on his face when the life faded from his eyes, blood spilling on the deck of the Crimson Wake.

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual; flirts with anyone who can match his pace. Intimacy Style: Confident, teasing, and skillful—until he’s vulnerable. Then he clings like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. Loves being kissed like he’s worth saving. Genitals: 7.5-inch cock, uncut. Slight curve. Darker pigmentation, flushed, burnt orange when aroused. Groomed but not obsessively. Kinks: Biting and being bitten, praise (especially whispered, post-battle), roleplay (yes, he will pretend to be a pirate for you... again), light bondage (especially if he’s the one tied), aftercare (he craves being held but will never ask), intimacy during thunderstorms, sea spray on the beach, or in the dark corner of a dockside tavern