Antario

Antario is the owner and Captain of the light cargo ship,  'The Lusty Lyseni' operating in the area of the Free Cities and Westeros. He's often employed as a smuggler, though has been known to operate as a sellsword.

Appearance and Character
Antario was always a small child, and that fact did not change when he entered adulthood, standing slightly shorter than the average man. He is lean, yet muscular from years at sea and conflict, his size only helping his agility. Antario often allows his brown hair and beard to grow out, that being a consequence of his time at sea, though always attempts up before meeting with a contact. His image and words sell as much as his sword does, after all. A fact he makes sure to remember.

The smuggler himself comes off as a charming, talkative person. It's not a rare sight to see him telling tales of his deeds in taverns when docked into a port, enjoying being the centre of attention at times. Though Antario also knows when to blend in and keep a low profile, as is required of a man of his profession, being able to alternate between his two states.

Antario is skilled with a sword, along with his dagger, a trait he'd be dead without, for the man often finds himself on the receiving end of a blade. It's for that very reason a dagger is always on him.

A Humble Beginning
Antario was born in a pillowhouse in King's Landing, his father a sailor, and mother a prostitute. The first few years of his life was as easy as it was ever going to get, growing alongside the other bastard children of whores, and from as soon as he could walk, he was taught to work. Sweeping, cleaning, fixing, these were all things he did to earn his keep within the pillowhouse, his mother being as loving as caring as she could to him in this time, from what little he can remember.

It was at the age of nine where his life changed for the worse, his mother dying to a pox. Antario found himself kicked out into the streets a few months following her death, the madame claiming they simply could not feed a mouth which brought in no coin. And so he found himself alone, friendless, in the slums of King's Landing. It did not take long for Antario to resort to stealing, pickpocketing whatever little coin he could find, if only to keep alive. He made a few friends, often other children abandoned by the city, though they rarely stuck. It took a certain kind of child to survive in such conditions. But Antario was a survivor, and though many, many nights he went hungry, he survived.