Admiral Talien Reymar
It is better to be feared than loved. Love is preserved by obligation which is broken at every opportunity; but fear preserves you by the dread of punishment which never fails.
Description: Imposing, tall and athletically slim, his build reflects the life of someone that has engaged in constant and unforgiving physical hard work. His night black hair is kept short, framing a face that holds in it a sort of roguish, cunning charm. A strong, wide jaw sits below gaunt cheeks, offset only by the high, prominent cheekbones. More often than not his lips are twisted upwards in a devious, subtle smirk - as if he's privy to something others lack. Perhaps his most striking feature, however, are the man's eyes. Bright and stormy, the azure orbs hold an intense, unwavering, and above all confident, gaze.
Personality: Stern and stubborn, Talien is a man of his word and convictions. He is often blunt and tarse and in his eyes, he is simply removing doubt and room for interpretation in those he is speaking to. Quick to make a decision and ask questions later, Talien likes to get things done. His scowls peel back the very thin veil on his emotions, showing quickly when his mood changes from amiable to angry. Though he is direct, he is not completely without his charm.
Background: Loramar, Dream of the Seas. Talien loved watching its flickering lights and bustle of activity from aboard his father's ship out in the harbor. The way the lights danced on the waves was absolutely captivating to him. He always felt at peace keeping it at a distance. Civilization is a beautiful thing to be protected with ferocity, but for him, not something to be actively a part of. His quick temper seemed to get him in to trouble far more often than it would be a help to him. So, he kept his distance. Odissin fed in to his son's fears, and taught him that he was better for the people and things he loved if he was at sea. Talien leaned in to those teachings and in his youth, became incredibly adept at sailing and maritime warfare.
When the day came for Talien to receive his first tattoo, he sat kneeled on the floor in front of the Wave Speaker and asked her to etch upon him a symbol that would help guide him and send him down a path of purpose. She looked at him, placed her hands in the bowl of purified water beside her and then pressed them in to both of his shoulders. Silently she stared at him, almost as if she were baring in to his very soul. And then, she smirked. "I know just the thing." Was all she said. When she had finished, Talien was left with two mirrored marks on either shoulder. A wave whirled around a pair of crossed blades. When they began to glow, he was filled with a sense of pride that never quite seemed to fade from him.
Empowered, though a bit reckless still, Talien bagan his ascent up the ranks. Failures at sea lead to lessons learned, and eventually he began to resemble someone the other sailors might even follow. The Admiral took note of this and claimed Talien as his Captain. And when the Third Migration claimed the life of that Admiral, Talien took his place. Sense their arrival, Talien has worked steadily to establish a strong naval military force and delegated their land efforts to his own Captain, Elleth Alcaldia.