(Throw an eye patch on there, just to top off the stereotypical pirate image)
Name: Rhamaton Johnson
Nickname: Old Man Johnson. Close friends, and sometimes his captains call him Rhama.
Age: "Older 'n you young'uns, I'll tell you that!"
Job: Navigator
Personality: Salty as the seas he sails. He's never far from his flask of rum, and spends his days drunkenly stumbling about the decks. But this old man is not to be underestimated. He keeps at least 7 weapons on his person at all times (not counting his hook of a hand), and is more than capable of using all of them, even if he prefers not to. He'd rather watch a fight than join one. It'd involve getting too close to others anyway. He is definitely not a fan of other people, and prefers to keep his distance. Despite all his unlikable characteristics, old Rhamaton has his perks. After passing out drunk below deck, he can take just one swig of rum the next morning and know exactly the bearings of the ship, without glancing at a compass or a map. A captain once asked him how he did it. He took a swig of rum from his flask and replied, "Years of practice my boy, years of practice." It is suspected that his pet crow Marethyu was trained to always face north. But, this is hard to confirm.
Bio: Many years ago, his young wife was killed by the North because it was suspected that she used magic. He stood up for her until the very end, and was rewarded with a cannonball flying through the front of his house the day after her execution. Shrapnel flew into his eye, costing him his sight in his left eye. A beam fell over, crushing his leg. Somehow, while trying to get the beam off his leg, the massive piece of wood crushed his right hand as well. Seeing that there was little other option for escape, he severed his own leg and hand, quickly fashioning tourniquets for his missing limbs. He managed to make it to his neighbor's house, who helped the man recover, saying it was a miracle he had lived. When he could walk again, he swore he would one day avenge the death of his beloved wife, but he would have to get help. So, he set sail. Many years and one pet crow later, he still sails the sea, his cause almost forgotten, drowned in many years of alcohol. However, he still holds a special hatred for the North, and Northerners are the one group of people that he will not hesitate to raise his sword against.