Name: Liam Illander
Pirate name: Bloodlock
Profession: Bounty Hunter (Captain of his own ship, but is hired by pirates)
Ship name: The Reaper
Weapons: A pair of crafted black metal revolvers with sword blades protruding from under the extended barrel, with more obtuse grip to allow easy transition between gun and sword fights. Two black metal daggers and an array of small throwing knives.
Ship weapons: No cannons to reduce weight to allow for increased speed and allowance for battering ram, but two small, moveable cannons on either side to allow for less damaging but more accurate shots.
Appearance: Long black jacket with golden buttons down to thighs, with a metal skull mask shrouding the eyes and nose, with a hood that covers head and casts a shadow onto the rest of the tanned, white face. Skinny black trousers with lose fabric around the joints to allow for manoeuvrability and pristine black leather boots with small metal studs along the sole for grip and damage. A blood red low-collared shirt is worn under the rarely buttoned jacket with a black metal skull necklace hanging in front of it. Fingerless gloves are worn alongside a black leather utility belt with a skull in the centre, with pouches for throwing knives either side of it, and two bottomless scabbards opposite each other on the hip. Two black bandoleers are fastened against his chest with golden braces where they meet, and the two daggers at either shoulder.
Ship Appearance and type: A modified Schooner, The Reaper is a relatively small but nippy black wood ship with red markings along the siding. The battering ram is small, but has a large metal blade going vertical across it for great impact damage, with a large metal skull atop it.
Short bio and appearance:

The infamous Captain Bloodlock. A bounty hunter is rare in these seas. Most pirates own a ship for pride and money, this one, however, seems to be in it for the kill. Word of his prowess is not spread through the survivors of his attacks, for the few that do live are too terrified to talk of him. No, instead, he has become a feared legend amongst the pirates, who will happily shell out loot for his brutal services. Very few pirates try to trick him any more, as it usually involves the slaughtering of their crew.
He is quite the mysterious pirate, Bloodlock. Many believe him to be from England due to his stature and colour, but nobody truly knows. He just rides across the storms at night, flinching at nothing, not even the thunderbolts that strike the water next to him. He is cruel, calculating and some might even say magnificent, but one thing is for sure, he will kill anyone and anything without hesitation.

From where he was on the pier, Curlybeard drew both of his pistols, aiming at Zain's head and firing both at him, one fater the other. He hoped that it would hit Zain, and if it missed, set off his instinctive reaction and shoot Blacksunder, hopefully killing him instead. If he was lucky, the first shot would miss and get Zain to shoot at Blacksunder, and then the second shot to kill Zain afterwards, taking two pirates out of the equation. Of course if both bullets missed Zain, there was a chance Havia would get nailed by one of them. As for his schooner, it hadn't docked properly yet, meaning that he still had a good shot at escape because all they needed to do was undo only a few things.

The light glinted off of the black metal skull adorned by the tanned, pristine white skinned legend that stared across the small settlement, specifically at the tavern, where curious islanders began to creep towards after the screams and gunshots echoed around. Liam looked down, the harsh, grey waves to one side of the cliff he was perched upon, and a 15 metre drop onto a roof on the other.
The bounty hunter stood up from his crouch and took a few step backs, securing his multitude of hand-crafted weapons in place as his jacket fluttered in the wind. He pushed his right leg back, crooking his left, and launched himself forwards.
The lush, green grass of the Nassau island was crushed under Liam's studded boots as he rocketed himself forwards, taking but two long strides to reach the cliff edge, where, on his compressed left leg, he flung himself majestically into the air, his jacket seemingly hovering behind am as he meet equilibrium - almost weightlessness - before he finally started to descend, flecks of luscious blond hair appearing from his hood that started to lift up slightly.
He had almost reached the roof of the small shack when he started to roll forwards, hands pressing against the surface to relieve strain from his neck as he rolled back onto his feet, once again jumping upwards but only to a drop of about 3 metres to which he landed perfectly on his feet, a small cloud of dust arriving from where his feet connected with the ground. He kept all his momentum and sprinted forwards, dodging in and out of civilians as he made a sharp turn round the dusty streets as he neared the entrance to the bar, where gunshots could be heard - a trickle of blood could be seen at the entrance. Liam still hadn't slowed down as he drew his gun swords, flicking them round in his hands as he entered through the door, quickly swinging them round and extending his arms as he grinded to a halt - the weapons aimed either side of him, one at Curleybeard, the other at The Eagle of the Sea. He wasn't even out of breath: no heavy breathing, no stress in his legs, and his face was still an emotionless and overcast plate, looking at neither of the two pirates he was aiming at.

Zain's sword was at her neck in an instant ...whoa, sorry, reflex Zain sheaths his sword and looks sternly at Havia Alright, Miss Lee, tell me: how many invasions, hell battles, have you been in? Hm? Zain looks at Curleybeard, glaring at him You didn't get shot did you?

Now. You can either come with me to The Phoenix and we can get you out of here, out of harm's way, or you can stay here and be cut down by a hunter, or thrown in a Jamaican Prison. Have you ever seen the inside of a Jamaican Prison, Miss Lee? Zain looks around for any more pirate hunters and shoots one through the head Well?

((Hey guys, I'm kinda in the bar too...

Just saying))

((I'm pretty sure a brand new guy, in a metal mask with twin gun swords running in and pointing them at the two main men in the middle of a gun fight might grab some attention, especially if there's some idea of who he is considering he's at least somewhat infamous... just saying))

Zain was fighting like a whirling devil, You attack my home? You die. Zain decapitates another one and sees a couple of hunters make a dash for the Blacksmith, which had been partially destroyed, Cowards. Hiding. I'll go back for them later, it's not like anyone's in there. Zain pulls out his rifle and stabs the bladed tip into a Hunter FIRE MORTAR ON THAT SHIP... ALSO CRIPPLE THE SCHOONER. A hunter is fired upon by mortars, while the Puckle Guns shoot out the mast of The Black Pegasus I'm going to KILL that pirate, stupid curly-bearded freak.