Brik Waster, the Hard Brawler of the Northern Wastes

Brik was born as nobody important, in a tiny little village on the edges of the 'civilized' Northern Wastes, growing up all he knew was that it sucked to live up in the north and that the whole thing was utterly desolate and completely dead in his eyes. so he took up fighting, a lot of it, rebelling against the simple life he was trapped in, and thus he was sent to a reform camp in (Whatever the northern waste capital is) where he found much tougher challenges in his instructors. But he kept fighting, kept getting his ass kicked in, and kept getting back up to brawl it out even more. Eventually, his constant lashing out and challenges against the administrators of the Camp would lead him to being conscripted into the Ormana Navy, as a deckhand and was forced to work like a dog, somehow it actually worked, Brik took to the work surprisingly well and worked his way into a combat role within a few years and quickly rose up as an officer, due to his tenacity and his surprising intelligent inquiries and demonstrations.

However, this was just the young man figuring out skills and techniques he could use to make his fighting strength better, he'd ultimately prove this into his military career as a ship captain escorting cargo to the Northern Wastes from Bastion. It would never arrive back home, nor would the crew, brutally beaten and thrown off their own vessel as it was ransacked and sunk off the coast of Westgate. Brik would find himself flush with supplies and a loyal crew of like minded types ready to do as he said, and thus his corsair career was underway, Brik is surprisingly cunning, but unlike the strategically minded Michael thatcher, or the calculated and ferocious Jonathan Mossgrove, his wit was inferior and it was more on the level of how he chose to engage his enemies. With as much terror and surprise as he could and with such archaic and brutal methods he could think of. He breaks men of the seas like they were old toys and uses them as examples for his cruelty. he is wizened to the ways that emotional manipulation affects the minds of a simple sailor or a soldier.

Being that he is away of what savagery the drow are capable of for their worst enemies, Brik was also paranoid his entire career that deadly elven headhunters would come for him and drag him to Mok Surial for torture and ultimately a horrendous trial and brutal execution at the hands of the aristocracy. He was right to be so, and they would have loved nothing more but to take him with them and torment him for months for what he was doing out there. They never got the chance, by 1049 AE Garin was back from his defeat, and was already gunning for Brik and his fleet stationed in Avamor. When the Maelstroms, along with a full battlegroup of Morvalan ships attacked their now uncovered cove, Brik gave out his orders and quietly slipped back to his room, writing a note taunting the elves for never managing to get him in life, before taking a pistol and splattering his brains across the far wall of his office. By the time Garin could storm the chambers he was already starting to rot as it had taken a good solid few days of hard fighting to make it up through and clear out the coves of the entrenched pirates. In this time Brik would have most assuredly been able to make his escape with no notice and been long away into the Avamorian underbelly.

For the hell of it, Garin ransacked everything he could and burned the room with the corpse of the young pirate inside, laughing that this pansy was too much of a coward to fight a fair match and when he even got a whiff of being cornered, he took himself out.