Sir Granneth Longtusk

Hailing from a village just within the territory of the Hound's Alliance, the scrofa commander of the Gælenbir Stands surprisingly short for his kind. Long bristled locks frame an equally abnormally slender face. Deep blue-green eyes peer out from under a leathery furrowed brow. Dark olive lips round over his quite long and quite well kept tusks reminding any who forgot of his heritage while reminding others of his status. An equally course goatee spikes forth from the commanders chin practically pointing forward as he stands as if he is always watching over his crew. Tied about the commanders neck is a finely woven cloth of pale blue with ribbons of purple and green, the colors of the Eskarin navy. A broad chest, compared to the standard human sailor, strains against the buttons of a well made tunic and waistcoat. Emblazoned upon the waistcoat, like with most of the crew aboard the Gælenbir, is a spear grasped within the teeth of a snub-nosed hound.
Sir Granneth enlisted into the navy in his middle years. As he did not give an accurate accounting of where he came from or a sir-name the enlistment officer simply put down his most prominent feature. After his training in seamanship, Granneth found himself aboard a small patrol vessel. The captain of this vessel was stern with his men but not with his coin and would frequent the ports of Jazir'rak. The small vessel oft times found itself making full sail in the dead of night and few of the crew found any liberty call at any port other than their home, which was visited once every few months for repairs. In one such night, after putting far out to sea the crew had finally decided they were better off as pirates and mutineers than under the whip of the captain. This was a stain that Granneth could not abide on his name and honor. Over the course of two nights and three days Granneth held the command quarters while the captain hid in his wardrobe. On the third night with hunger and thirst setting in Granneth made a fierce charge into the crew, a last stand to keep some honor in death. What he found was ill prepared and exhausted men who fell before him. In short order the mutiny was quashed and the ship made its way home with all due hast. The crew was imprisoned but the captain was stripped of rank and titles before being sent to hang for stealing funds from the navy to pay for his debts. Crewless and captainless the ship was given to Granneth for "great courage shown in the face of adversity and highest morale character when only the gods could see." Granneth would then go on, with a green crew and new to command, to capture dozens of pirate ships and captains. With his prizes and rewards it was not long before he received official titles of nobility and the command of a new ship. With the new fame and acclaim more and more questions began to form about the origin of this noble scrofa, but records of a time before like his comments on it are barren. Some nobles whisper among themselves that he may have been some sort of clan chief coming to the Bay of Hounds after devastating defeat. Some others claim that that defeat was at the hands of treacherous kin which is why he fought against his crewmates. Whatever the tale, no evidence or admission has been put forth.