Hank Scurvy

The Beginning
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Debut Years
Hank Barbossa, a mysterious pirate, found himself washed up on the port of Erahelm, battered and disoriented. The tragic events leading to his arrival were shrouded in mystery, buried deep within the depths of his fragmented memories. Larlan, also known as Rigel. a kind-hearted and unsuspecting leader of the Seraph Knights and lord of Erahelm, discovered Hank in his weakened state and extended a hand of compassion.

Unaware of Hank's true identity, Rigel saw a lost soul in need of guidance and took him under his wing. Hank's rugged appearance and rough demeanor initially masked his true potential. However, as they spent time together, Rigel couldn't help but notice Hank's exceptional fighting skills and the uncanny transformation that alcohol seemed to provoke.

Hank possessed a unique ability: the more he drank, the stronger he became in combat. It was a double-edged sword however, as the alcohol heightened his physical prowess but clouded his judgment and reasoning. Rigels recognized the duality of this trait within Hank and understood the need for balance.

Rigel made it his mission to help Hank harness his abilities and channel them for good. Under Rigels's guidance, Hank learned to control the effects of alcohol on his strength, ensuring that he remained sober enough to make sound decisions while still utilizing his enhanced fighting abilities.

The Searing skies
As the skies turned orange, signaling the impending danger, a sense of unease spread through the city of Erahelm. The war bells from Divinia's palace echoed through the streets, alerting Hank and the residents of the invasion. The sound of the bells sent chills down Hank's spine, knowing that this was a dire situation. Amidst the chaos, Rigel, wielding the divine blade Celestus, soared through the air with his majestic wings, intercepting a fiery onslaught unleashed by the bearded man who appeared to be on fire. With a swift strike, Rigel cleaved the ball of fire in half, but the destruction had already taken its toll. The once proud walls of Erahelm crumbled under the relentless assault. Rigel, commanding the remaining Seraph Knights, rallied the defenders, urging them to take their positions and defend their beloved city. Hank, driven by his own sense of duty and fueled by his potent drink, joined the fray, ready to assist in the battle. For three long days, the clash between the Seraph Knights and the Sunbeard pirates raged on. The sky became a battlefield as ships clashed in a fierce naval engagement. Despite the valiant efforts of Rigel and his forces, the invaders managed to plunder and wreak havoc upon the city. As the dust settled and the Sunbeard pirates retreated, the cost of the battle became apparent. Erahelm stood scarred and wounded, its once formidable defenses shattered. Forty-two percent of the Seraph Knights had fallen in the line of duty, and the weight of their loss weighed heavily on Rigel heart. Driven by grief and an unquenchable thirst for vengeance, Rigel convened a meeting with the council of Divinia's palace, including the two paladins of Divinia, Leoni and Aero. They discussed the recent events and the threat posed by the Sunbeard pirates. In the midst of the tense discussion, Hank stormed into the room, demanding to be the one to slay the man responsible for the invasion. RIgel hesitated, aware of the risks and the darkness that lurked within Hank. But after a moment's contemplation, Rigel spoke, his voice filled with determination. "If you bring me the blade of Sunbeard, Hank Barbossa, you will have a rightful place within the halls of Divinia's palace," Larlan declared. The weight of the words hung in the air as Hank accepted the challenge, his eyes burning with a mix of determination and the shadow of his past. With the promise of a purpose and a chance for redemption, Hank embarked on a perilous journey to track down the elusive Sunbeard.

Battle of the legendary Sun Beard
It had been seven long weeks since the attack on Erahelm. Hank Barbossa had ceaselessly pursued Sunbeard, venturing through treacherous waters and finally arriving at a once-thriving Tortugan island now reduced to smoldering ruins. With determination in his eyes, Hank stepped onto the ashen shores, concealed bottles of liquor nestled within his coat, his fists clenched and poised for battle. Suddenly, the ground beneath him trembled, as if anticipating the clash to come. Emerging from the remnants of the charred buildings, a band of twenty men materialized, led by the fearsome Sunbeard himself. The fiery pirate demanded an explanation from Hank, who, without a moment's hesitation, declared, "I'm here for your head, you wretched scoundrel!" Astonishment gripped Sunbeard's crew as they realized a solitary man had dared to challenge them all. Sunbeard, however, commanded his men to stand down, declaring his intention to face Hank in single combat. Flames engulfed Sunbeard's beard, mirroring the scorching heat that still hung in the air from the invasion weeks prior. Before Hank could even process the impending danger, a devastating blow crashed into his chest, searing pain coursing through his body as he was thrown back, crashing against his own ship. Struggling to rise, Hank found himself hoisted by his leg, ruthlessly slammed against the desolated island by Sunbeard's relentless strength. Driven by his resilience and fortified by copious amounts of liquor, Hank refused to yield. As Sunbeard descended for another strike, Hank summoned every ounce of his remaining strength, delivering a powerful punch that sent Sunbeard sprawling, a lone tooth dislodged from his mouth, spinning through the air. And so the battle commenced, a grueling month of unyielding combat. Sunbeard unleashed his mystical blade known as Griffon, conjuring unprecedented attacks, testament to the formidable adversary Hank had become. To numb the pain and fuel his relentless assault, Hank continued to consume liquor, using it as a crutch in his fierce determination to prevail. In a moment of deceptive swiftness, Hank's world suddenly tilted. Bewilderment washed over him as he realized the harsh truth—his left leg had been severed clean, blood gushing forth, his senses faltering. Sunbeard, brimming with fiery wrath, slowly closed in, poised to deliver the fatal blow. This was the end, the culmination of Hank's valiant struggle. Yet, just as darkness threatened to consume him, a radiant light pierced through the despair. Hank, on the verge of accepting his fate, heard a voice resonating within him, commanding him to rise. Those words reverberated within his being, forever etched into his memory. In his peripheral vision, he spotted an enigmatic bottle, a vessel he hadn't brought with him, tempting him to defy death one last time. Defiant in the face of his imminent demise, Hank seized the bottle, heedless of its origin. With a final, defiant swig, the mysterious elixir surged through his veins, invigorating his battered body. As Sunbeard lunged forward, ready to deliver the decisive strike, fate intervened. A resounding TINK filled the air as Sunbeard's blade shattered upon impact, leaving Hank bewildered and on the brink of unconsciousness. Yet, as his gaze fell upon Sunbeard's menacing visage, Hank summoned his last ounce of strength and unleashed a final, thunderous punch. The resounding crack of breaking bones echoed through the air as Sunbeard was launched into the distance with unimaginable force, his crew, ship, and entire world rendered insignificant in an instant. Alone, standing tall amidst the wreckage, Hank Barbossa, now missing a leg but fueled by indomitable spirit, succumbed to the embrace of unconsciousness, his legendary clash with Sunbeard, had finally come to an end.

The Voyage
( Currently being worked on )

The Amnesia.
( Currently being worked on )