Locus Aiadon was born 143 years ago in a small Elven village deep within a forest. He grew up like any other elven boy, except for one fact: while he was quite smart, he wasn't exactly wise.

Even though he was barely passable with Elven literature, a complete failure with arcana, and only somewhat proficient with swordplay, his expertise with the arts of water shone through like a sunrod. He was always the best swimmer and boatsman in the village, and he usually spent his free time either in a boat or working on a boat, fishing rod, or swimming in the rivers surrounding the village.

After many decades of learning and quickly growing tired of many different crafts, he left the village and began looking for a way to make it through the world at large. His first stop was the port town of <insert town here>, where he did all he could to gain a spot as a ship crewman. Unfortunately for him, at the time, no ships needed crew, so he did what he could to make money. Many of his initial jobs were as fishmongers and serving staff at local taverns, mostly catering to the rough-and-tumble old salts of the sea. From there, he was able to gain great knowledge about the sea and the world beyond the ports, and it only whetted his appetite for further greatness.

After many years as a barely competent fishmonger and server (and, at one time, a regular companion/gigolo for a female sailor), he was able to earn his way onto the crew of a fishing trawler.

He spent years aboard that trawler, outlasting every other crew member by a span of years, and earned his way up to the status of head navigator. His skills with maps and charts were greatly appreciated by the captain and his first mate, and when the second mate fell ill abord a journey, he was given the temporary title of helmsman.

The temporary title was temporary indeed, and soon he replaced the ailing man and earned his place as second mate of the trawler, by now one of the more profitable ships on the local seas. Years later, when the captain retired and sold his ship to a local conglomerate, he found his way onto the ships, and over the years served on many ships as navigator, helmsman, and eventually cartographer. His skills flourished on the high seas, and he eventually gained a reputation as one of the better sailors in the area, both having time and expertise on his side.

After years of service to various ships, he found his way as the head helmsman onto a ship called the Riley's Hand, which he soon found out to be a privateer ship with a letter of marque. Simply put: piratebusters.

The money was good, the duty was exciting, and he learned much of swordplay and combat, but he had a moral issue with the duty... Some of those that they had been defeating and arresting as pirates were no more than simple traders... sure, they sometimes dealt in shady goods and with shady folks, but was it necessary?

After a raid against a pirate frigate that turned out to be an undercover Imperial Navy ship, a battle which ended in the death of seven crewmen and the first mate, he left the ship with a shattered sense of morality and a semblance of what used to be his ethical code. He found his thinking more in common with the pirates than the privateers, and eventually he gained passage on a pirate ship to a new land, a new adventure, and a new life...