Captain Zeddicus Harrlow.
A man of few words, and even fewer details. Most of the crew don’t know where he comes from, nor his reasoning going forward into the Abyss. All they know is that he has a treasure upon the edge off the abyss. A place housing a Dead Sea. A bloodied cluster of stars, covered with debris and scattered broken ships.
everyone in the crew believes there is something strange, something off about him, upon recruitment. He never once sought out those who were ready in their field of work. They were all nobodies. They were deadweight.
Yet he still took the time to listen to their plights, their turmoils, And brought them abroad regardless of worth. And no matter who you talk to, they would all say the same.
“There is an air of sadness hanging about him, even when he smiles”.
