Background... ended up more extensive that I thought. I hope you understand half of it, you see I'm not a native English speaker, but I do my best.
Vasintze wasn't always the manipulative pirate he is today. Long time ago, he was a manipulative mercenary. But more far away in time, Vasintze was just like any other boy in a small grape farming village, near the forest most close to the estuaries of Scion Sounds. Although the rest of the kingdom had a nice temperate weather, his village was stormed by lighting storms, terrible winds and extreme temperatures.
Across the sea, Vasintze could see the paradisaic island of storm , where the house of Lyrandar changed the weather to their will.
In the windy shores, he played "pirates" whit his friends, representing the law, the righteous and the honorable.
Many things changed since that distant times, obscured by the mist of greed and power hunger. As the young Vasintze grew up, as any other normal child, he started to see what was the real life about. It was about money, about power, and about the struggle between them. As a smart young man, he manages to learn tricks, all kinds of tricks, that he used to steal, rob, fool and the like. That kind of skills quickly get him in troubles. After some years, the not soy young lad finished a "nice" job. Or so he thought: he was arrested by the local militia, and threw away in a prison. No one knows how did he escaped, all they saw was a big hole in the brick wall of the cell.
With nowhere to go, the errant Vasintze, was confused: How could he made such a hole in a well build brick wall? It felt like when he did the other tricks... but more intense... Would he be able to use such skill again? Is that was so... then his possibilities had just expanded greatly.
Following the trade routes, our novice warlock managed to get into a small city. Big enough to make a living as he knew, without great chances of getting caught.
So far, Vasintze was firstly a small boy whit skills in pickpocketing and after that, a minor thief. His next step was into the glory of a more honorable job, the mercenaries.
His skills controlling eldrich energy where remarkable, so he found work easily.
Days passed by... weeks... months... years... Vasintze developed a self trusting character, thinking great things of himself. No challenge was at his hight. Or that he thought: One day, a scion merchant of House Lyrandar came into town, looking for some quality muscle, for what he said was a not so easy task. Despite the poor muscular mass of Vasintze, he got the job, as no other mercenary was willing to fight for it. It proved to be just what Vasintze needed. Both the scion and the warlock ended up bitting the dust. Although the mission was a failure, Vasintze developed a durable friendship with this merchant.
Two years from that, and five years since today, the same merchant came to Vasintze again, now , with an airship, and a crew, talking of gold and treasures, battles and blood, victory and glory. Vasintze eyes sparked in enthusiasm with a deep purple color, as they did two years ago.