--- Bio
Full Name: Ford Escudo 
Pronunciation: like board 
Alias: none 
Meaning: near water 
Age: 40 years
Sex / Gender: Stallion / Male 
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual 
Build: Percheron   
Species: Hippocampus (Big eye thresher shark) 
Height: 18 hands 

Theme song: "No Good" - Kaleo
Moodboard: Ford Moodboard
Zodiac: The Griffin
Alignment: Chaotic Good 
Drive: Adventure  

----- Ties
Born Within: Talori  
Rank: Rogue / First Mate of The Huntress 
Patron God: Cascade with slight reverence for Kaia
Blessings: Water Manipulation [LOCKED] Density Control [LOCKED]
Talent: Slight of Hoof [locked]

---Family
Sire: Victor [deceased]
Dam: Sal [deceased]
Siblings: none
Spouse: none 
Relationship: With everyone and yet no one. 
Offspring: ????????

Steadfast | Persistant | Dutiful | Persuasive | Trustworthy | Cheeky | Charismatic | Protective | Chauvinistic | Lascivious | Patriotic

A charisma as big as his frame, it is quite difficult to truly dislike Ford. A twinkle in his eye and a smirk on his face, his wild spirit exudes from every pore in his body, even when he is on duty, his boisterous laughter rattling the boards of the ship. An appetite for adventure, he can sometimes have a childish nature  when after the treasure, but he is resolute as a lighthouse, as steadfast as an anchor for his captain and the crew, never too big to help even in the smallest of matters. 

All of that comes to an end when crossed, however, and Ford is exceptionally swift at dealing out the captain's orders, including punishments. He is particularly fond of hanging wrongdoers over the ship railing by their fetlocks. Loyal to Ceto above all else, Ford does not hesitate to use intimidation to his favor. He is faithful to his captain, ship, and country and would drown a thousand times for any of them. Aboard The Huntress, he is the picture of honor, dignity, and his office. 

.......Ashore is a different story. 

Ford uses these stays as a time to unwind and truly relax, release all the bad humors if you will from his soul before re-boarding the ship. In true pirate fashion, Ford loves his liquor and he loves his women. And he loves a rambunctious bar fight above both of those things. His lascivious, crude behavior is usually heard a village over, and his shame is nonexistent when he sets his sights on a lady. Shot down 11/10 times, he almost enjoys the game more than the spoils, and no woman need to feel jealous, there is enough Ford for everyone. The meaner the girl, the more he likes them. 
 


History: 

Ford was just too much to contain even from day one. His birth was very complicated due to an unknown condition his mother had, and she passed away shortly after his birth. His father, with nothing but good intentions, had no idea what he was getting himself into. He grew up a absolute uncontrollable tenderfoot, making his poor father chase him all across Aquore. Hoping putting him in training to be a Guardian would straighten him out, Ford somehow found a way to find himself in even more trouble, showing up late for training if at all, and talking back to his superiors.

His father hadn't realized that Ford had already tasted the pirate life, and was sneaking out at night to watch the ships come in or every once in a while attempt to sneak on board, only to be barreled off immediately. Now a teenager, the straight and narrow was no longer an option for Ford.

Saying goodbye to his father, he managed to join a crew and sail off with the rogue alliance, with a hearty fill of adventure and mishap. It was then that his rowdiness started to do more damage than simple annoyance, and his reputation began to swell. Now nearing 30, he was a confirmed scoundrel and a formidable opponent, with scores of rumors as to how he lost his eye, always a better version to tell when feminine ears were twitched his way. He was still a young stallion when the law finally came to call, having skipped out on a growing mountain of fines for his crude activities and drunken brawls that had Guardian involvement on several occasion. Thinking prison time was the only way to turn this confused soul to the right path, the Talori issued a warrant for his arrest. Running into Ceto could not have come at a better time. 

The two had met on the streets late at night, the moon high over their heads. Ford was in the throes of the chase when he collided unbeknownst with the hippocampus girl. He was on high alert, and before she had even opened her mouth, he dragged her into the nearest alley, his eyes stern on her that screaming was her last option right now. 

They both pressed against the side of the building as shouts from down the street sounded, hooves tearing down the cobblestone streets as the herd of guardians charged past them in a flurry, Ford smiled as they shouted obscenities and carried on their way into the night. 

His grip on her loosened as the hoofbeats deadened, tucking the makeshift gag back into his pack as she spit it to the ground.

"You're a Rogue!"  She hissed, shoving his chest to push him away. He gave her her space, but a smirk stayed on his lips. "Clever assumption, and you'd be wise not to tell a soul you saw me here or you may not live to tell it." Done with her, he moved to make his exit. 

"Wait!" Her voice echoed off the dark streets of the alley. He stopped, turning back to look at her. "If you want my silence, you'll have to buy it. Help me find my mother. She's a rogue, just like you."

He hesitated, but he had nothing, and she quickly informed him of a ship in her possession, his ride out of this place. Suspicious, but with no other options, he agreed to meet her the next day. Her name was Ceto.

On the day that they were to leave, the two played that he was a simple translator, in case they met with equine who spoke different than them. The crew accepted him without question, and only Ceto and Keta knew of his true self. Ceto was 16, Ford 27.

In the years that followed, Ford has fought, stolen, killed and lied for Ceto and The Huntress, finding the feud between her and her sister Keta mildly dramatic, but never uttering a word about it. He has his own enemies and skeletons to be sure.