Dorman

Player: Leon

Character Full Name: Dorman

Character In-Game Name: Dorman

Nickname(s): Dorm, D

Association(s): The Eighth

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Age: 33

Sex: Male

Hair: Dark Amber-ish

Eyes: Brown, sort of blends with the hair.

Weight: Around 80 kg

Height: 180

Usual Garments/Armor: Brown and worn, All of Dorman's wardrobe has seen and tasted the waves of the sea.

Other: Dorman smells like a seawolf. His skin is tanned but his beard is well cared for.

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Personality: Dorman is very loyal. He is social and open minded, rarely biased. He is friendly on the verge of flirty against members of the opposite sex but never rude or imposing.

Dorman likes to make new friends and will often approach others asking questions and inviting to conversation. In the past this behaviour has often been seen as perhaps a little too bold, though.

Dorman believes that honesty and truth is the only way to a successful relationship between two individuals. He is known to criticize what he finds wrong or offensive even when it might cause a ruckus to do so.

He will rarely loose his head in a critical situation, he will instead remain calm and in control.

History:

Dorman ducked and cursed as another massive wave struck in over the railing.

"Halfgrim! Get your arse over port and get that sheet fastened!" He yelled, desperately trying to be heard over the roar of the sea. He pulled frantically at the rope end in front of him himself and when he had secured it started to run back aft toward the helm.

"How is she holding up?!" He shouted into the ear of the man controlling the rudder. After they had both bowed under another crashing mass of seawater flying across them he managed to respond hard-set:

"She'll take a little more."

"Better hope she does!" Dorman replied and departed again, this time heading for the door leading under deck. As he opened it to descend down the stairs he thought he could glimpse a solid shadow shifting among the was to the port side but it was gone when he looked again. He cursed under his breath at the helmsman for steering to close to the reefs but hurried down the stairs to do more shouting.

"Tie the crates up! Do the darker ones first, they have more precious innards than the others."

"Yes, cap'n!"

"If someone is sleeping despite the weather, wake 'em!"

"Yes, cap'n!"

He charged up the rickety stairs and opened the door only to be hit in the face by another gallon of cold, salty, shock.

There it was again. Something dark, reaching just above the waves. He stopped to stare and as he did the thing rose above the surface and splashed down into the dark. For a second the world seemed to stand still, the drops of rain and ocean in the air froze in place as a giant eye opened in the murk beside the ship and gazed upon him. It fixed him blinked and closed in a span that must have been a second but felt like an age.

As the figure disappeared beneath the waves the ship rocked and tilted. Something pushed her hull upwards and as the masts cracked and fell huge arms with claws reached up over her side trying to pull her under the waves.

Dorman could only watch and feel helplessly as his love, his life, his ship was devoured by the ocean. He succumbed to the darkness and woke up on a foreign shore with a broken heart.

Able to get to a nearby town, Dorman was offered food and shelter in exchange for him doing some manual labour around the inn he resided in. The owner of the establishment was an elder gentleman, armed with a warm heart but a short fuse. He reminded Dorman of his own father.

Dorman had been born in a harbour town and raised in a fishing family. His interests were not in trout and bass as his eyes often wandered off the nets and rods to the ships coming in and out of the harbour. In his mind it was wonder that something so huge could float and sail and he always did dream of a life on the ocean.

After his mother died of illness his father succumbed to drinking, leaving Dorman to fend for the sustenance of them both. The alcohol eventually turned his father into a monster of rage, brooding and hate. Thus Dorman promised himself never to touch liquor for the risk of becoming alike.

His fathers behaviour and the disappointment Dorman felt for his father's choice finally led him to leave his father to work as a deckhand on a trade-ship. Dorman would eventually rise to become the captain of the vessel.

After advice from the owner of the inn, the purchasing of a horse and some supplies, Dorman went off to travel the world, seeing the sights of the world beyond the shores.

That is where we will now find him. A soul filled with curiosity but still ravaged by the memories of his losses in life. His quest remains to find what it was that took his ship but failed to devour it's captain but until he finds out. His story is yet unwritten.