Quill

Oliver “Quill” Peratook by name, rogue by trade, and man of the sea through and through. Quill came into the world bloody and screaming as the hull of a ship lurched violently upon the waves beneath him. The gods had sung down a most terrible storm, provoking the chaotic spirit of the sea. The breaths of every man aboard fumed furiously into the night, hoping for life when it seemed impossible, as a surly midwife drew Quill from his mother. Seconds later, that hope of life was shattered by the waves. No one survived, except for this lone halfling, and him only because the gods had a vicious sense of humor. As stories go, he found himself washed up on an island, the sea at peace once again in the light of early morning. Men found him then. The battered, beaten, weather-worn kind. Pirates. Rather than slay the burden and run, the crew took Quill in and for close to a decade, the captain raised him as his own. Through mutinies, robberies, and battles with the creatures of the deep, Quill came to call this crew family, and the sea home. But good things never last. In the nature of pirates, they were on an island in search of treasure, and set upon by the indigenous. They were separated, and Quill never saw another of them in the years to come. Again, the gods and their vicious humor. For the next six years, Quill learned to fight for life against foes and against his own hunger. The island became his plaything, and the world taught him the inexplicable chaos of fate. In this journey, he became a man. And one day, when another ship landed at his door, he stepped on board ready to set sail and live every day rolling with the punches. He went from crew to crew, sticking to his own code, and striving for plunder. A dozen ships and more he sailed on, and a thousand journeys he had. In this limbo is where he finds himself today. And for all that talk of freedom and adventure, he has yet to fill that void within him. Nothing satiates that taste. Because, in truth, Quill never saw his adoptive family die. Or his dad, Captain Orthock. Or Ole’ Relentless as they used to call him. Was he alive? Would Quill ever see him again? Perhaps the sea would answer him. One day.

Quill is a member of The Party.