Vinganca §tone, or Vin, the second eldest of near countless siblings of a Torvalsman and a Karian woman. Born only 5 years following the birth of Bosszu §tone, or Bo, he learned fast how to fight against his older brother, determined from early on not to be bested. By the time he was near 10, he could match his brother blow for blow, almost winning from time to time. He grew hard, treating those born after him the same as Bo had treated him, making them as tough as he had grown to be. Though his family grew, and remained close, he felt a bit like the odd man out from early on. He worked hard, learning to fight, learning how to command and work a ship, his eyes desperate for the day he could leave and spend time out on one of the beloved Serpent Raiders of his fathers. At 17, he killed his first man, defending one of his younger sisters, Eve, and decided to go out to the Thassa, the man's blood still fresh on his hands. He began to raid small villages, learning quickly as he went, his heart slowly chilling to the screams of the tortured and dying, not even blinking at the sight of a woman being violently raped.
He made a small fortune over the next few years, getting bolder once he reached his mid-20's, the villages to smaller cities, his fleet enlarging and expanding as his brother Bo finally joined him. Between the two, they were devastating. They began to attack boldly merchant ships, taking FW to k'olar, then slitting their throats or selling them to slavers. They returned home for a time, Vin seeing the many new additions to his family, having been gone near 10 years. He took back his roll as one of the eldest brothers, helping his father and Bo teach the younger ones, then, at 30, he left again, taking his self back out to the Thassa, continuing to raid and pillage, leaving destruction and mayhem wherever he went. His ships stalked the Thassa, avoiding those areas of Torvalsland and Kar, but not fearing to take whatever he saw elsewhere. He spoke that if he saw it and wanted it, it belonged to him, and he kept that alive with each turning of the En'Kara. He was a man, and stabilized, his crew never saw a sign of weakness in him, and he terrorized them as much as those fool enough to be where ever he happened to be at the time.
He didn't return home again till he was nearing 45, almost surprised at the man siblings he encountered upon his arrival. Several strong men called him brother, though it took some time before his Blood became used to the broad, quiet man who stayed gone for such long stretches. His green eyes were cold, and though he cherished his family, not a word was spoken about it from him. He had still not taken a woman to claim, as he had seen the disastrous results from Bo's attempt, and seemed to prefer the company of paga sluts, or the few which he might take under his own k'olar from time to time. His wrath well know, as he tolerated no insolence from woman or slut alike, not afraid to k'olar the first, nor slit the throat of the latter. Men feared him, for though he was quiet, his temper exploded in public on occasion with good reason, especially if one messed with any of his blood. Depending on his mood, they could die swiftly, or slowly, his demeanor unrevealing which it might be. The berserker rage of the Torvald blood mellowed some by his Karian mother, still wreaked havoc upon those unfortunate enough to drive him that far. The Brothers had already formed a reputation, being the fierce men they were, few dared cross them that lived, and only one Brother had yet died at any's hand, of which there were already more than 13 who had been born, the youngest only a few hands old, not even counting the sisters.
Before his 50th turning, he left, again, out to increase his already tremendous fortune. Now and again, he would meet with one or more of his brothers, and they would join their forces to raid larger cities, taking what they wanted without a care. Together, they were unstoppable, though they lost another brother along the way, Vin was relentless, taking love only in his piracy and his sluts. A few FW along the way had fallen victim to his charming demeanor, he knew likely he had sons who were older than some of his brothers, but had never bothered to wait long enough to find out. The FW seemed to flock to any inn he might stay at, often slaves coming to him begging his k'olar, though more often than not, he preferred his ship to any other place, even on the few occasions he went home.
At the ripe old age of 63, he returned home to find some of his brothers had gone to Kar, setting up within a house there, exploring that which was the homestone of their mother. His curiosity piqued with a message from Bo, promise of coin and glory, he took the two ships he had remaining and made his way there.