Role

Chapter 2

After receiving the news of his father's death, Tanpolhin's escapades took a
turn for the worse. He became more gruesome, more thuggish, more fierce. He
has always wanted more. Greed is certainly driving factor in his life and
this was only multiplied when the loss of his dad was coupled with the
"fishing trips" with his uncle. When speaking to those of the nearby
villages, I've discovered that he used this as an outlet for his emotions.
On one particularly bloody raid, he was recognized by one of the victims. He
never even returned home. Immediately, at the age of only 12, he ran to the
nearby bustling city of Seantryn Modan. Come to find out, this is a dream
that he had always had.

Following in Tanpolhin's footsteps, my investigations have led me to the
docks of Seantryn Modan. Naturally, this is where he came upon running away
to the city. He found comfort with the gangs of the docks. An assortment of
misfits and runaways, they prey on the ships coming and going from the port
and are famed for their brutality. It is in this environment that Tanpolhin
learned of the Empire and its goals and he saw his chance for power. From
the ages of 12 to 17, he lived on and around these very docks honing his
skills as a brawler, as a thief, as a hustler. It is here that he learned
the tricks of the shadows and, with his agility, slipped into them with ease.
It is also here that he received his nickname, "Duckbill." It was given to
ridicule him for the small, rounded beak that he has, but he took it in
stride and it has stuck. Though he certainly doesn't "like" the name, there
is a certain amount of pride he has about his youthful years on the docks and
so he wears it like a badge of his past affiliation with the gangs of
Seantryn. There are many stories I've heard of his sneaking onto ships for
joy rides as an unnoticed passenger, just to fulfill his love of the sea and
keep him on it. Some people pirate because they need it, after all it's good
pay. Not Tanpolhin. He gets a deep satisfaction from it. The rising thrill
of the battles, the calm after the storm, the barbarity of the pillaging, the
share of the loot, and the brotherhood of the crew all arouse in him a sense
of belonging, a certain feeling of unequaled joy, in some sinister way. I
found this extremely weathered, but still attached to a beam on the Seantryn
Docks:

(continued under WANTED)