Time was a cruel mistress and made herself known ever so strongly as the years passed without you providing an heir for your household. You were getting on in age, and while your mind was still sharp and your ability to lead unchallenged, you still felt the bite of winter nights and the weight of age wrapping around you like an invisible but ever-present cloak. You had long since come to peace with the fact that you would never sire any children, yet the need to have someone to take over your legacy never left you. You had to do something, and fast.
While you could have taken the hand of a widow in marriage and made her son your heir, you had no patience left for romance or marital duties of any sort. The same was said about your desire to take one of your relatives under your mantle, as the meddling of his parents would no doubt render any authority your may hold over him void. No, you needed to find an orphan... perhaps even more than one to ascertain your chance of getting a worthy heir. An handful of young boys would no doubt tire you with their boyish chaos, but you felt you could take on six hellions without tiring yourself too much.
Those thoughts floated relentlessly through your mind as you leisurely made your way through the crowded streets of London. The ever distasteful smell of soot and unwashed bodies made you grimace slightly as you made your way through your destination, your voyages all over the world having stripped you of your insensitivity to various smells as the life of a Corsair was far more comfortable than the street urchin you once were before you left London for a few decades of piracy on your airship.
[X] (Decide on a name here)
Ah, that name you now chose for yourself, even though it was not the one you were given at birth. Given lands and the title of Baron for your services, you were very far from your beginnings. Still, maybe a boy would follow your footsteps, or perhaps... yes, perhaps he could become more than you once were and climb higher than you ever could. It was something to consider, that was certain. Still, old men tended to wander down the path of memories long passed, and now was not the time for such fancies. Now was the time for action and the surety of the present.
The dull crowd around you parting like a school of fish as you approached, you were quick to arrive at your destination. Before you stood the finest orphanage in London, where the nobility left their orphans and their bastards to be forgotten. Not today, for you had the very need of an heir and would be giving some of these young men the chance of a lifetime.
Still, the dark alley beyond beckoned, a reminder of your past.
[X] Go into the orphanage, and take on a few blue blooded proteges.
[X] Go into the dark alleyway, seeking urchins to take under your wing.