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| <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia">A mysterious man from distant shores and captain of the ''Bitter Wind''. A cunning reaver with a penchant for brutality, briefly made La Noscea his base and in time fathered Dalton. Abandoned his wife and child for more piracy and plunder further afield. ''(Unbeknownst to either he hails from the cold regions of Abalathia’s Spine.)''</div> | | <div style="font-size:11px; font-family:Georgia">A mysterious man from distant shores and captain of the ''Bitter Wind''. A cunning reaver with a penchant for brutality, briefly made La Noscea his base and in time fathered Dalton. Abandoned his wife and child for more piracy and plunder further afield. ''(Unbeknownst to either he hails from the cold regions of Abalathia’s Spine.)''</div> | ||
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Revision as of 07:40, 26 September 2019
Dalton Spicer Wanderlusting Privateering Traveller About
Appearance: --- While mainly having the appearance of a Midlander Hyur he is somewhat on the larger end of their size, on account to his mixed heritage. Standing around 6 fulms and 2 ilms he usually can look down at others in a very physical manner. He is solidly built, though not excessively massive in musculature, he carries a lot more strength than his frame might suggest initially. Broad shouldered and slightly longer in limb than the norm he can cut an intimidating figure when he wants to. Despite spending years at sea in the open air his skin is almost sickly pale in complexion. No matter how long he remains in the sun it seems he does not tan, nor does he burn curiously. His hair is an oily jet black, dishevelled and usually under-washed. It does occasionally grow out after leaving it while on voyage, making it look even messier. His facial hair is limited to a pair of rather luscious sideburns along his cheeks, though again occasionally he will let a small beard grow. His dark hair on his pale skin also makes his body hair look much more prominent than it actually is. Only one of his eyes are usually present, with his left eye covered by a leather patch. His visible eye is a turquoise colour, a bright mix of blue and green. A rather deep scar covers the right hand side of his face over his covered eye. He is usually hesitant to remove his eyepatch and generally attempts to distance any talk about his apparent lack of a second eye. Along next to his right eye a small black tattoo is etched into him as well. His only main weapon he is usually seen keeping around his person is a large axe, although not always present. He carries a small knife on his belt but otherwise prefers to fight with his fists.
Scars & Markings: --- Scar over his left eye. Tattooing on the right of his face. Voice: --- Coarse, harsh and commanding, with a charming Lominsan lilt. Clothing: --- Not one to dress formally, he tends to wear whatever is practical and comfortable over style. Often his attire appears less than it should for most occasions. Used to being out at sea in the heat and cold he has remarkable tolerance for extremes of climate, leading to a situation where he often wears little above the waist. That is not to say he is dull in appearance. His torso often is shown bare to various the various paints decorating his skin in obscure patterns.
Background: A straight talking, hardy, seafaring Lominsan. Nothing too outlandish to think about. Born some thirty years ago into rather meagre, although not impoverished conditions. The first child of a transient nomadic reaver of the tides and his native Lominsan crewmember he took as a fancy. Dalton was born at sea, so it would be little surprise to say there’s more than tradition for nautical travel in his blood. While his mother hailed from his native Limsa Lominsa his father’s origin was never revealed to him, nor was he entirely bothered. Most of his childhood memories are of his father’s brutish and uncouth behaviour, little of it positive. All that he knew was he wasn’t a native to La Noscea, a Highlander man from distant shores. From the age of seven he began journeying with his father and mother’s crew, from the age of fourteen he had participated in his own reaving of foreign lands. A few years later he had found a different crew to sail under for all manner of purpose: trade, piracy and exploration to name a few. The young privateer sailed far and wide, visiting lands many Eorzeans hear solely from accounts in books. From Sharlayan to Kugane he would voyage, and most lands between. The Sea Wyrm, the vessel he was a part of, as swift in travel as It was dangerous to fight was his home for many and its crew his surrogate family. Roughly ten years ago however did a major change come into his life. Commissioned by the East Aldenard Trading Company, the Sea Wyrm along with a small flotilla of other ships of various origin made an exploratory journey southwards through the Sea of Ash towards the scarcely known continent of Meracydia. The voyage was rife with trouble. Intense humid heat stifled and debilitated crew members, a host of strange diseases swept through the flotilla and intense storms threw many off course. Even upon arriving on the bleak continent did they find little of apparent worth, hostile savage natives, and an unforgiving barren landscape prompted the mission to return having scarcely penetrated the Meracydian coastline. Less than half of the ships who made the journey returned to port in Eorzea. The odyssey had a profound effect on Dalton’s psyche, not only for losing many fellow crewmates who he cared for deeply but he was thrust into captaining the Sea Wyrm following the demise of the captain and his subordinates through a bout of so called “Meracydian Flu” that ravaged the vessel. The disastrous expedition hardened his heart to many things about life, and upon returning to Limsa Lominsa with a half-ruined ship he had the Sea Wyrm redesigned to its modern shape. Since then he has remained captain, leading not as a superior to his crew but as one of them across the world under contract for various factions and individuals from The Maelstrom, Ul’dahn merchants and more, transporting goods and people, waging war on Garlean vessels and his personal favourite – raiding and plundering distant lands.
--- Not one to shy away from voicing his view on something, Dalton can come across as blunt, excessively so at times. He is however not someone to force his views onto others rather being quite content to live and let live. His upbringing has left him with a harder outlook on how to behave, rarely showing visible weakness or being overly sentimental. At times he can come across as quite turbulent and stormy when his stony façade cracks. He keeps his “professional” life away from his personal life as much as possible. “What happens on the ship stays on the ship” is a line he often reminds his myriad crew. A natural leader type figure, he prefers to show by example rather than dictate to his fellow sailor considering himself an equal amongst peers rather than a ruler. For those he considers near and dear he has an inexhaustible amount of patience, understanding and even, more surprisingly for some, tenderness to them. His granite like exterior covers what is someone with a great capacity for compassion. On the opposing end however, to those who have his scorn or the object of his wrath he is without mercy, like a vicious tempest. Such bloody violence is rarely seen however on home shores and is conserved typically for his voyages. As a sailor he wouldn’t be complete without a healthy love (or dependence possibly) on liquor and ale. He has a remarkable tolerance for his alcohol and rarely seems to slip into inebriation. On the rare chance he hammers himself to that stage his usually concealed kind-heartedness leaks out in an un-tempered, often messy manner. ---Personality Type: [ESFJ] - Consul.
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