Welcome to the Logs of Jhanurra "Jhan" Helviana, owned by Ryugen. This is a private journal, please do not post without permission.
Info
Name: Jhanurra "Jhan" Helviana
Owner: Ryugen
Stage: Ship's Boy
Crew Position: Deckhand
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Description:
Jahn Helviana sought the life of piracy and the general company of men not, like other inhumans, to find a way to become accepted, but to capitalize on the ingrained fear that humans have for those creatures that are almost, but not quite like them. Where others saw a woeful wrong, Jahn saw an oportunity, and has every intention to make his fame and fortune riding that wave of fear. From a smallish, matriarchal family structure, He learned an bit more respect for the female mind than some have in this day and age, but overall, women outside his race, especially human women, utterly disgust him. He finds them tending to be simpering and withdrawn, and therefore patheticly weak, beleiving firmly in the idea that one can be feared and respected without being simpered to. Having been forced to bow and scrape in his day, he's not without the ability to go through the motions, but the spark of freedom has lit something of a fire in him that's quite visible in his eyes, and paradoxicly, the less he scrapes to a superior, the higher his level of respect for what they can do. Although he considers himself a skilled fighter, he's never the less comparatively young for his race, and is not so arrogant that he doesn't realize he has far to go, or that all the skill in the world won't defelect a cannon ball or an unexpected fist. He has a particular interest also in learning how to use a whip, having seen others use them to incredible skill, and thinks that in the right setting, it could be almost invaluable in combat.
His upbringing, learning to fight and respect his elders, superiors, and especially the matriarchs, taught him, though many probably didn't realize how much he learned from it, that the -appearence- of power is often as effective has actually having power, and that some of his superiors who were feared for their incredible strength were in fact made frail with age, though their own stance and attitude made it seem as though they were as strong as ever. He was amazed by this revelation, though he kept it to himself, since his own growing ambition went beyond trying to climb to a limited place in a matriarchal group, and instead he wondered if perhaps this theatrical bluff and flash could be turned against the humans that hated and feared them so much. Could he not dominate -them-? Humans especially were a patriarchal society, odd as that still seems to him, and in the right circumstances, while he would never become royalty, he could, if he played his cards right, become the sort of man to whom kings and queens might bow, trembling. He could become a pirate.
