Image Credits: poster Arkane; figure City of Heroes maker

Name: Gan Kuson

Gender/Preference: Male, he/him; straight, but definitely likes a woman who can keep up with him

Age/DOB: 29 in 1838 / 28th day, Month of High Cold (this is literally the worst time to be born in Tyvia, without light or even a temperature above freezing for the month before as well as after) ** ostensibly set in 1830s/40s

Faction: Currently Independent, but Whalers as a rule

Family: Son of a fisher woman and an unknown father, who may or may not have been an Operator - a secret government police agent; no known children or partners

Height/Build: 5'11" / Muscular and agile, not overburdened by any fat nor bulky 'show-off' muscularity, he is at least as agile as he is strong

Hair: golden blond, takes styling well, usually short as shown, but also quite frequently under a hood in public, or at least a hat, to avoid detection

Eyes: piercing clear green, under often-angry furrowed brows that have ragged edges

Appearance: light with ruddy undertones thanks to Tyvian blood, with plenty of scars and at least one tattoo of the Whalers' mask on his right shoulder blade; sports heavy stubble in brown though he doesn't let his beard grow; heavy frown and brow lines; he is actually a ruggedly attractive man, if you can get him to relax a little with some whiskey and cigars later; he does smell strongly of both the stagnant water of the Flooded District and of cigars

"For a time, he vanished into another world; is that where he picked up the spark of a conscience?"

Skills and Occupation: though he started his life as a sailor, this was not his strongest suit - however he can easily help man a craft if needed. No, now he is a sword for hire, apt with a blade common to the Whalers, wedge-shaped and heavy but still held in only one hand, leaving the other free to work odd magics. He is quite good at navigation, both under the stars on a ship, or across the rooftops, sewers, or streets of any given city. Has no balance issues, and can walk across the narrowest ledge, knows how to break into buildings that have been sealed by the City Watch, also knows how to barter or find goods on the black market, pawning things he's stolen or been given in trade at a good profit

Residence: Currently known to have a location in Paragon City - another world; but also kept a spot up in Dunwall's Flooded District

Notable Possessions: his Whaler gear is all he really needs to survive, but he certainly loves a good cigar and glass of whiskey, and keeps a variety of both in his safe cellar home; also has a sextant that he stole from the ship he came to Dunwall in - the captain didn't know how to use it, so... Enjoys seeking out magical items and history books.

Personality: as a youth he was restless, capable of concentrating on hard work but curious about the rest of the World. The difficult life in Tyvia put him on edge, as he was no prince or aristo, or even a merchant - he was not inducted into his father's profession, but rather foisted onto a ship and remains bitter about that. He would have been remarkably good at that profession, as he's got an open mind and learns quickly, in both academic and physical skills. When he first moved between Worlds, he knew that where he'd landed was something entirely other than his experiences could explain. So he learned: Paragon was a city of Heroes - and he'd had enough killing to last a lifetime. He chose this route over the darker Rogue Isles, which he'd also had enough of to last a lifetime. Isles... seem to be the same everywhere.

Likes and Dislikes: likes the satisfaction of a job well done, regardless of what that job is; resting and putting his boots up on a table cluttered with notes and memories, with a cigar in one hand and a tumbler in the other. Does not care for religions, of any sort, but mostly the Abbey's; he will punch you in the gut if you use the word 'heresy' around him. Notably however, he won't stab you for it.

Fears or Interruptions: if the Abbey comes calling again, like they did that one time, without the other Whalers to assist, he might still be bound and helpless from their weird music-box machines. He still has nightmares about that box grinding out a horrific warbling 'tune' that ripped his connection to the Void and thus to any magical powers away.