Old Jarl

Old Jarl is a half-orc who is sliding from middle to old age, about 55 or so. He’s not terribly tall for a half-orc, but still a good 5’10 or so. His skin has a grey cast to it that betrays his mixed heritage, and is creased and scored like old leather from years of working in the sun. He’s bald on top but has a fringe of grey hair circling his head that falls almost to his shoulders. His short stubbly beard hides the prominence of his jaw somewhat, although he has overlarge lower teeth that peek out of his bottom lip. His eyes are direct and watchful, absorbing everything.

Jarl grew up in the Scattered Isles, taking to sea at the age of fourteen. Since then he has been a professional sailor. Avoiding smuggling and pirate ships, he has managed to crew only for honest merchants his whole life and has a calm security where morality is concerned – things are right or wrong, and he does what’s right.

It is Jarl’s expertise that keeps everyone alive on this fateful voyage, his knowledge of the sea and boats. In spite of this he does not try to take command. It becomes clear that he does not want the burden of authority.  He sides with who he thinks is right, not who is winning in the various disputes in the boat. When it’s time to reminisce Jarl doesn’t describe his home, instead he talks about women he’s known in various ports, sights he’s seen, where the best beer and rum were to be found.

Instead of grabbing an item when the ship went down Jarl put the dinghy in the water.