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Name: Invictus

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Other: Has 2 mismatched steel hatchets foraged from the wreckage of the wrecked ship. Other tools are either iron or stone.

A ship, its sails bearing a red skull painted haphazardly on it passed lynx island, completely oblivious to the small shack perched behind the rock outcropping. Invictus sighed in relief. Secrecy was important, even it may be laughable for this insignificant island is barely noticed by most sea-faring folk. When he confirmed the ship was indeed out of sight,  he stepped out of the shack.

The dawn air was crisp, and Invictus took a quick moment to orient himself before making a mental list of what to do this day. Today, he decided, would be a good day to try to complete the project he has been working on for the past 2 years. Said project was a ship made from wood and scrap materials foraged from- Trying to suppress the sudden headache resulting from the influx of bad memories, He picked a iron axe from the ground and got to work cutting down more trees.

He used to be a merchant's son, and a particularly wealthy and influential one at that. His father's chromite mining & processing business had made him very rich indeed.

It all changed five years ago.

His father had organised a trading venture from teraphyx to mainland, however, the security force needed four days to assemble, And his father cannot afford to delay the venture, so he set off without them.

Along the way, they were attacked by pirates. Not just any pirates, they were the Bloodletters, a pirate band, though small, was so cruel and insane that even other bandits and pirates avoided them. They serve the imaginary blood magic, their ships are decorated with rotting guts and human skins, and any prisoner dies of a slow and torturous death often lasting days on end. Their former leader has willingly used dark magik in a battle they had against a small tribe, slaying all the tribe members and some of his men in a storm of psychic lightning. He was promptly catapulted into a defenseless village, and most of inhabitants died from dark magik saturation.

Without the security force, the merchant fleet was quickly decimated, the sailors fleeing in fear, jumping into the water only to drown or get eaten by sharks. All the remaining crew members are sacrificed and the ships blown up after being ransacked by the insane pirates.

However, Invictus had survived. He had hidden in a dark corner in the cargo hold where only a teenager could fit in. When the bombs had gone off, by some stroke of luck he had not been killed, instead blown a distance away onto a piece of driftwood.

When he had regained consciousness, he had found himself on, judging by his memory of the few maps that depicted this place, he was on lynx. Isolated, Deslocate, and abandoned. With swollen eyes, he foraged the wreckage that was the remains of his father's ship. The pirates have not been thorough in their search for treasure, and he was able to forage quite a few tools, including the twin iron hatchets he now preciously kept, from the shipwreck. With these new tools, he had been able to survive on the island.

Now, he was looking at a ship - His own masterpiece with swelling pride. Hidden under a large hemp with grass mixed in it for camouflage, It may not care for aesthetics, for it looked like someone put random parts together and nailed them down, but it floated, and is big enough to survive the shark attacks and strong currents near lynx. It would be complete soon, with only some parts of the stern needing to be constructed.

After a long, hard day of hauling timber and nailing it down, Invictus returned to his hut, and enjoyed a dinner of flax flower salad with a small grilled salmon, and salted lynx meat. Typical. The lynxes were a friendly and playful bunch, but whenever one got trapped in a fishing cage in order to get the fish within and drowned, they made a pretty good meal, and their fur is comfortable.

Before going to bed, Invictus checked a secret trapdoor he have hidden under the thatched doormat. It contained around 140 ingots of gold. He have discovered the desposit three years ago, and in his gold rush, practically exhausted the vein. Invictus almost laughed at himself storing a currently-useless metal when he should forage for food or continue building his ship. Then again, maybe it was his 'rich guy instincts'.

After performing all his nightly rituals, Invictus climbed into bed for the last time on the island. Tomorrow would be the time he left the place. Who knows how his re-integration with civilisation would go!

I am sorry for making such a long post, but I wanted to get my char's backstory clear.

''Also, I have created the concept that there are a few pirate bands hovering around the seas. Mention it if you have any qualms.''