Syfer Travis Locke



"Syfer" Travis Locke

Ship : Airship Banish Misfortune

Title : Captain

Age : 33

Race : Human

Homeworld : an Earth not very different from your own...

Hometown : Lockehaven

Date of Birth : November 19 (year unknown)

Personality:
"Captain Locke? Aye, he an' his crew make port an' take shore leave, five, six times a year. Always stop by this bar when they are in town. He's a funny one. Quiet. Too quiet, most of the time. Drinks Jameson an' Guinness, mostly. Those times, he sits at the end of the table, watchin' over his crew, not unlike a mother hen, and don't make much a fuss. Always picks up the tab. Sometimes its tequila, or even vodka. Usually on the anniversary of Appomattox. He wore Grey in the War. Sometimes still does. A night he's been drinkin' vodka, and wearin' that old Grey coat of his, look out. He's like to come up out of that chair an' start a fight at any mention of the War or the Union. Fight starts, and by the end o' it, this place looks like the path of a twister, wreckage strewn out 'round him neat as you please after a spinnin' hail of bullets, knives and swords, him sittin' back in the last chair unbroken at a table a bit more worse for wear, cleanin' his sixguns, quiet as you please again. Rest o' the bar's a wreck, but he's cool as a cucumber, an' everythin' gets paid for. But like I said, everything's paid for, and most times, he don't even say so much as a how ya do and ask for his tab, so the owner never runs him out, and never calls for the sheriff to swear out a warrant. I'm sure as sunlight he's a pirate, what with the armory he carries around from sword to sixguns, and how he always has money when most folks round here slave for enough to eat a day. Not that it matters none to me or mine. Those slavedrivin' 'barons and dukes could use a bit of thieving, ya ask me."

--Anonymous bartender in Salt Lake City, Utah Territory.

Biography:
Captain Locke's past is a mystery to all but a privileged few.