Tearlach mac Meirril grew up on the NE coast of Scotland (I'm thinking somewhere around Wick). Fisherman's kid, could sail before he could walk, that sort of thing. Went off to sea as a sailor the first chance he could, not wanting to clean fish all his life. Knocked around the North Sea and the Baltic for a few years, then hired on for one of the infamous Novgorod "the Varangians to the Greeks" trading runs... and near the end of the run the trading ship he was on fell afoul of the Berladnik pirates.
Tearlach was essentially pressed into service rather than being killed, and to his surprise found not only that he liked the pirate life (it's not so different from a cattle raid, when all's said and done) but that he was really good at it. When the Berladnik pirates were destroyed (I can't find the reference, but I think it was around 1195) he managed to get away with a ship... moved his base of operations into the Aegean Sea, started calling himself Stavros of Santorini, and for the next 20-25 years robbed and plundered his way around the splintered kingdoms of Thebes. Grew quite powerful and wealthy, had several ships and crews under his command... you get the idea. He even had some very limited dealings with the Order of Hermes via the covenant of Favonius -- someone who knows 3/4ths of the fences in Thebes and doesn't ask too many questions is someone a Verditius might find quite useful.
He'd started to slow down in the last few years -- getting older and slower, and the sailing life isn't exactly gentle. So he decided to get out while the getting was good, converted most of his ill-gotten booty to easily transportable form, disbanded his fleet, and headed back to Scotland, where no one had ever heard of a "Stavros of Santorini". Mind you, by this point no one would remember Tearlach mac Meirril either, but that was just fine with him.
He settled somewhere appropriate in Scotland, and for a year or two did his level best to enjoy his 'retirement' (wine, women, song, rinse, lather, repeat as necessary). It was fun for a bit. Really fun... until it had started to pale for him. Idleness began to grate, staying in one place got boring and stale, and he realized that he misses the sea and the seafaring life, misses being busy.
So he'd be looking for a place to hire on...
He's based to an extent on Leigh Ann Hussey's "Seahaven" (lyrics here: motogrrl.org/Bands/annwn/TS/ ... ahaven.mp3), except not nearly so angsty.
Character stats incoming once my Serf's Parma drops (in about 2 hours).