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This pirate found himself strangely at odds with the modern world. Having spent the past few decades in the bayous of Barataria, he felt himself somewhat at a loss when navigating the markets of New-Orleans.

And need you he did. Your occupation instilled certain skills that he found of use…

I am an interpreter. Born to the Choctaw people, I glide effortlessly between the worlds that meet at the mouth of the Mississippi.

I am a Free Person of Color, a member of that creole culture unique to New-Orleans. Able to move among the Europeans, the slaves and the other gens de couleur libres, I could conduct my patron's business in many venues.

I was born into a family of French landowners. We have been in the region for decades, and I have connections to most of the plantations in the state.

Trained in the ways of war, invoking the blood of my Germanic ancestors, I am prepared to prosecute the enemies of my patron without mercy.

My whole village said that I must have kissed the Blarney stone, but when I talked my way onto a ship bound for new shores, even they were amazed at my brazenness.

An ordained priest of the Catholic Church, I had access to the resources of the Church; resources which I tapped on my patron's behalf.

Though I worked as a laborer during the day, at night I perpetuated my culture, singing the songs and telling the tales that make the Scotch-Irish a distinct people. Surely, it was this talent that attracted his attention.

Raised in the social world of the South, I was destined for a life in the leisurely practice of the law.

I am an entrepreneur, fascinated with the workings of the modern world. Though the locals consider me brash and uncivilized, my talent for technology and nose for business has trumped my Yankee upbringing.

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