Jack Stroud

Head bigwig of the cult of assassins known as the Dead Whales. This bastard has punched more tickets than a career trolley attendant! Wears black, fights with a sword and dagger, face like a shooting gallery at a school for the blind. Cost me a toe the last time we crossed paths.

History
Stroud was born in Port Mire in 1841 to a whore whose name even our current Steward doesn't know. He grew up during the war with Galt like a weed in a hothouse. Bagged his first man on his eleventh birthday.

From that day on, Stroud was a killing machine! He cut his way off the streets and into the nightmares of well-to-do jackasses all over the isles. It wasn't long before the Whales recruited him, and it took even less time for him to stick a knife in his predecessor's back and take over the operation. Worked closely with the traitorous bastard John Darling for most of his career.

Killed by Regis van Cliff in 1878 at the van Leighton estate, though his good-for-nothing carcass wasn't recovered from the scene. It's a pity; I would have loved to use his leg as an umbrella stand.