Full name: Gaston Hugh
Alias: Saint-Eyes, Saint-Eyed Sam, Garry Bellamy
Place of birth: Some sea-hole in Crestfall
Occupation: Innkeeper of The Argonaut, retired pirate
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Affiliation: 'is mates and the good folk of Shipwreck Shore™
Languages: Common (vernacular), Dwarven (broken), Goblin (broken)
Status: Alive and cuttin' onions
Skills an' savvies: Stirring up sum grub fer the lads, mixing up a proper jacktar's drink, seafaring and bravading swashbucklery.
A short and loud man of Tirasian descent, and of a sturdier and weathered build. The checkered apron wrapped around his portruding potbelly is stained with the grease and sauce of his culinary trade and a sour smell of onions linger around him, in particular his sausage fingers. His face of a once sturdy form has been fattened and rounded by the years, red cheeks like buns and a strong nose. Distinct from an otherwise rugged demeanour, his eyes are light blue and strikingly beautiful, earning him the name "Saint-Eyes" amongst the folk of Shipwreck Shore™. A toothy grin ever seems to portray his lips, bordered by a grizzled beard of crooked hairs - crumbs of meat and hardtack entangled within its greasy embrace. The beard is a cascade of three colors: strands of blonde, that have turned brown over the years and now slowly graying. He is rarely seen not smoking on his iconic pipe, as the herbs seem to calm down his unpredictable personality.
No one in Shipwreck Shore™ quite know who the enigmatic Saint-Eyes truly is. One faithful day a couple of years back he arrived in port, dropped off by a merchantman who had claimed to have found the clean-shaved man stranded on a deserted island. No one knew his name, and he himself appeared quite confused. These days, the mysterious Innkeeper of the port's tavern seems to embody Shipwreck Shore™ itself: he embraces and revels in chaos and anarchy, yet is bound by an unbreakable religious fervor and love for Humanity. Indeed, he is always the first to toss a snooping city boy in the pig sty or the one to rally the locals into lynching an irksome Orc from the moldy yard-arms of the settlement's shipwreck houses.
A few months after arriving in Shipwreck Shore™, soon came a host of other sea-farers, all apparently old Crewmates of Saint-Eyes. Together they started up a chain of businesses, and in no-time they essentially began to run the port. Saint-Eyes opened up his tavern, The Dirty Hole in an old barn. The bookish Ninefingers administered a lot of the housing and dockyard spaces for the locals, and the Carpenter Pete opened up his little workshop. Through his eccentric charisma, Saint-Eyes became a loved character amongst the locals and he could very well have crowned himself King of the port, had he not been a surprisingly humble person.
Through his old connections settling down along with him, clues of his backstory rose. Apparently, they had all sailed together under
The Dread Saint, a callous pirate Warlord known for sacking Northwatch Hold alongside a coalition of pirate ships: amongst them, the infamous Tide Raven and Plagued Shark. The Dread Saint faced a mutiny after returning from a mysterious voyage few speak and even less truly know the nature of, but apparently The Dread Saint's dabbling in ancient artifacts had managed to open up a swirling portal to another dimension. Few believe this rumour ofcourse, as no one could surely return from such a tale and not use it to get free drinks or the company of Ladies.
After the recent destruction of old Shipwreck Shore™, Saint-Eyes claimed the stranded warship of the now deceased Claudius Madrelle, the naval Captain responsible for destroying the colony with the ship's many cannons. As the colony is being rebuilt from the wreckages of the Rebellion's fleet, he is turning The Argonaut into a great establishment, from where to supply the locals, rag-tag travellers and pyrates with all sorts of pleasantries and debaucheries.