Do you have a parrot?

WARNING: MAJOR CONSTRUCTION ZONE AHEAD. 99% OF THIS WILL BE CHANGED/TWEAKED/ETC. Feel free to poke around, I guess? xD;;

Ahh, Krawk Island. Nothing better than the salt water lapping at your feet, gulls screaming overhead while an angry pirate with an eyepatch stares you down. It's not really the best place to be, but you were hoping to hit it big at Buried Treasure -- which was a bust anyways, since all you got were more dumb cabbages. And now, the ship back to the mainland is late. Figures. With a sigh, you settle into a worn bench by the harbourmaster's office to wait for your ride back.

You wake up with a jolt, unaware that you had even drifted off. As you remember what you were doing at the dock, you realize that it's nearly dark out. You panic slightly as you look to the harbourmaster's door only to see a "Closed" sign leaning against the door. Well. this can't be good. With a sinking feeling you head towards the small market on the island, hoping to find a place to stay for the night.

As you turn the corner down the main stretch of shops, you nearly collide with another of those angry pirate fellows carrying a crate. You back up quickly, apologetic words tumbling out of your mouth as the pirate sets the crate down. You notice then that he's a lutari and, for some reason, not scowling at you. His clothing is much the style of the other ... "characters" seen around the island, made of rough-looking fabric. Intense seafoam-green eyes stare at you quizically and a small golden earring in his left ear glints in the light of the dying sun.

Ahoy, matey. What would you be doin' here so late, eh? He asks with a raising of an eyebrow. You look down towards your feet as you quickly explain your situation, hoping to make it to a tavern soon. You try to move around him, but he steps in front of you and holds up a hand. So then where you be headed? Again, you mumble a reply, but he doesn't move out of your way. Some people just never learn, do they? He's quiet for a moment, then breaks out in a fit of laughter. Nay, you won't be wantin' to stay here! These fellows be a bit... unsavoury. He pauses, apparently deep in thought, before nodding to himself. He wipes off his hand on his shirt and then holds it out for a handshake. You can call me Rio, matey. 'N' I believe that I has the solution to your... predicament. Myst'ry Island has purdy places to stay this time o' year! Slightly confused, you accept his handshake before he bends to pick up the crate. Best be followin' me right close, the docks can be a bit... violent at night, aye? You don't argue, noticing the cutlass strapped to his side and the grip of a dagger poking from his boot.

Maybe there were such things as miracles.

You follow him past the main docks, where giant war vessels waited for battles that might never come and merchant galleons mocked the less fortunate, down to a private dock where a small sloop awaited you. The two of you had little trouble getting here, with only a gruff word or two from Rio to fend off would-be attackers. You were thankful for his presence and hoped he didn't expect much in the way of payment. As you get closer, you notice a few others loading crates on the ship as an angry-looking moehog with a twisted leg barked orders at those that didn't move fast enough.

That big 'un there with the gimp leg be Cal. Best not get in his way, aye? C'mon, this way, he motions with his head for you to follow him as he heads up the gangplank and onto deck. He tells you to wait there while he heads down to the hold and you happily oblige, moving out of the way of the pirates loading things. Below deck, you can hear Rio shouting at some poor soul for their incompetence, while the last few crates were loaded. The lutari comes back on deck, frowning, as the others come aboard and set to the many things that needed to be done before you could depart. Anyways, go ahead 'n' sit up over there, he vaguely gestures with his hand, N' I'll be with ye in a moment. You nod and move to the designated spot, hoping to stay out of the way of that moehog.

What would I want a parrot for?

BASIC STATISTICS

Full Name Rioxan Ver Danaam
Nickname Rio, Junior, "Hey you!"
Age ~24
Build Tall, broad, toned

Fur Dark gray ( #6A6B70 )
Markings Ivory ( #D5D2CD ) ferret-like mask, skull on lower back; Dark slate blue ( #46545D ) "dipped" front forearms and tail
Fur Style Short, soft underfur; longer, coarser guard hairs
Claws Large, dull, very deep red ( #2A2124 )
Eyes Seafoam green ( #7ACD9D )

Clothing Baggy undershirt; black vest and pants; leather vambraces and belt; heavy duty but worn knee-high boots (All outfits are very plain/practical.)
Accessories Small, single earring in left ear; often carries an old cutlass and a bone-handled dagger in his boot

Father Actual father is unknown; Adoptive father, Cal is alive.
Mother Unknown, possibly from Shenkuu
Siblings None that he's aware of
Love Interest None. And he'd rather keep it that way.
Children ......... :I
Friends :( NOBODY LIKES MEEE

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Anthro ref may be updated to a spiffier version at some point in time. :P Please refer to the quad ref for specifics on markings.

What about a pegleg? Do you have one of those?

WORDS WILL BE GOIN' HURR EVENTUALLY. I dunno what kind. ... but yeah.
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