General Information: Dent is about thirty, weather beaten and multi talented.  During his life he�s been a mercenary, a sailor (cough pirate cough), a trader and a traveller living off whatever odd jobs he could locate.

Name: Dentatario Tamson Carter-Wainwright. Commonly known as Dent
Place of Birth: a farm on the Scanran border.

Family: Some near the Scanran border, it's entirely possible he has a few bastards. He's practically married, to Iz
Appearance: A shock of blonde, rattailed-dreadlock braids tied with silver wire, bits of rag, shells and other miscellaneous items adorn his head, surrounding a face with the kind of tan only a lifetime of outdoor labour can achieve. His crooked smile is unusual due to one silver canine, he lost his tooth to the hilt of a dagger when he was a teenager, and had it replaced with a sharpened, inset silver tooth. This gives his grin a dangerous, almost piratical air, he has perfected the art of a lopsided smile allowing only that canine to show.
His eyes are a sun faded blue, appearing paler due to his tan, and surrounded by crows feet-laugh lines from his constant grin. He wears two silver earringsin his left ear, he also has his belly button and his tongue pierced, both done by a friend and shipmate.
He stands at five eight and a little bit, his body is wiry and well trained, muscle from a labourous lifetime- arms used to wielding weaponry and climbing rigging. His deep tan extends pretty much all over, making his numerous scars stand out as pale lines, there are literally tons of scars, he earned his life on the blade for so long. The ones you might notice are a jagged line down his left cheek, that almost fits with the wrinkle down the side of his mouth, and one across his neck that looks like someone almost killed him.
He has some very unusal scars up each of his forearms, almost tribal in appearance, a series of dots forming patterns winding round from his wrists, his left arm is bordering on full, his right less so.
His entire torso is covered in white line scarification. See the images above.

He constantly carries a whip rolled up at his side, it's his favourite weapon. Unusually it has a bladed tip, and can also be fitted with a heavy ball of lead.

Personality: Dent is a lovable rogue in the non-organisation sense of the word, he�s garrulous, jovial, always cheerful and absolutely incorrigible. He likes to sing, and has a beautiful baritone.
He�ll tease and play practical jokes on strangers, he�s loud and coarse  and generally an interesting man to be around. He�ll strike up conversation, join in unabashedly, and make a fool out of himself all in the name of fun.
His attitude is simply� infectiously happy. He's definately not planned, or careful, which often results in spontaneous activities, dragging unsuspecting people into ridiculous scams. He has some odd quirks and affections-he has a very strange habit of adding syllables onto the ends or middle of words, just for fun.. Dent tends to make people around him either cheer up, or want to die. His general happiness often has the effect of making people feel at ease with him, but sometimes, the opposite effect
He�s very blunt and to the point, but seldom in an offensive way, more.. amused and happy with it. He doesn�t have any pretensions, what you see is what you get. He�s upfront, direct, straight talking and very uncomplicated.

Strengths
:  He�s a free spirit, does as he pleases and lies through his teeth when it takes his fancy. He�s a good fighter from years and years of hard training, and he can tie knots with the best of sailors.

Weaknesses
: He can�t read or write, he can be interpreted as offensive. He likes to drink a  little too much, and he has a tendancy to fight with anyone and everyone, fortunately mostly in good spirits. His rootlessness could be interpreted as a weakness, he dislikes ties to people or places, it makes him itchy.

History. He was born on a farm near the Scanran border, his father a travelling guard/ mercenary, and his mother living on her family farm with her brother. When Dent was seven his mother died, and his father elected to take on a position in a caravan, allowing Dent to travel along as cook�s monkey. Most of his education was gained on the hoof, and he can barely read and write. Until he was about sixteen he wasn�t paid to travel with caravans, earning only food and his keep. When he was sixteen he finally got offered a proper position alongside his father and that was the start of his career as a mercenary. Since then, he�s been doing whatever got offered to him, having no roots and no real desire to further himself. (including fighting on the wrong side of the Scanra-Tortall war) However, of late he�s been feeling a little jaded and decided to pay the city a visit and see what work might be available to him. He gained a position at the Palace and is now exploring lower Corus thoroughly.
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