Doendraga Barabharsyn

Doendraga Barabahrsyn
Gender	Male
Race	Roegadyn
Clan	Sea Wolf
Citizenship	Limsa Lominsa
Guardian	Llymlaen, the Navigator
Age	28
Nameday	18th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon
Occupation	Marineer
Server	Balmung

Overview

A sailor and privateer of the Rhotano Sea, the Roegadyn Doendraga is a quiet figure among the sights of Limsa Lominsa's dockyards, lost in a virtual tide of Sea Wolf buccaneers and sea-faring folk. Captain of his own humble vessel, the small ketch "Lookfar", he is constantly on the move, whether striking out into the deep blue to reap from the bounties of the waters, or ferrying goods and adventurers to all the hidden nooks and crannies of Eorzea's coastline where few barges can find purchase...or few sailors are willing to travel.

Rumors:

• "'e's a brash and fearless captain, that one, but word 'as it 'e won't sail out toward the Sea o' Ash...Bit queer innit? Long as the Lookfar 'ugs the coast, it could make the journey just fine..."
• "'eard 'e fancies the lads...Breaks this whore's heart, it does..."
• "Saw 'im giving whatfor to a band of ol' Karkwick's boys out by the docks. Never seen someone use an axe like that..."
• "You say this shipment was brought in by the Lookfar? How is that possible? Those waters are a graveyard of rocks and twisted hulls!"
• "Give 'im some 'igh-caliber Lominsian rum. That'll make 'im sing for true."
• "I've seen that big one - Doendraga's his name - always sitting out by the docks at night. Sometimes he's fishin', but he doesn't really look like he's fishin', ya ken? More like he just wanted an excuse to stare out at the sea and be left alone."
• "Logaf can get you anything you need, even the illegal stuff - especially the illegal stuff. Say's he knows some Roegadyn who can sneak anything into Limsa Lominsa for the right price. Hells, the way you'd hear him tell it, I'd wager that Roegadyn could sneak anything anywhere."
• "I heard he can hold his breath for an entire bell - swim right to the bottom of the Rhotano...Wha? Of course it's possible if you've got a pair of lungs that big! Shaddap woman and bring me another drink!"

Appearance

Like many Roegadyn, Doendraga is large with generous helpings of muscle tucked beneath his icy cyan skin. Dark mauve hair covers his jaw and adorns his head in a wild cluster, terminating in blistering white highlights. A simple tattoo rests beneath his right eye - a keepsake of his earlier life - and it curves gently whenever a smile bends his eyes into soft crescents. He walks with a silent and still strength, gentle eyes that appear tired in their luster clashing with his powerful frame, and his voice is deep and smokey, but smooth and almost dulcet to the ears.

Spending so much of his time out in the open waters, Doendraga prefers loose fitting, or sparse clothing: thick fabrics and heavy coverings don't serve when one is surrounded by endless seawater, particularly for someone who spends as much time in the water as Doendraga. His clothes nearly always carry the feint aroma of ocean sprays, and to manage the chaotic mess the seawater leaves upon his head, he is usually sporting a bandanna when out at sea.

Personality

Doendraga has his own unique set of peepers, and sees a world where - despite its shiny exterior - to live is to suffer. It's nothing to be depressed over, of course, just a simple jagged pill that needs to be swallowed time and time again lest a man become a slave to fancy. Looking at something for what it is, objectifying what doesn't need to be humanized, is how Doendraga processes the insane glob that is life. Though this makes him a fairly level-headed and rational man, when coupled with a natural instinct to replace reverence with mockery, it also makes him facetiously cynical. Doendraga's humor is eccentric, yet witty, but his propensity for irreverence and his sardonic charm can make that same humor abrasive to the more sensitive of folk: his outlook can at times be inappropriate, as his sense of humor permeates everything that he does and says on a very subtle level, and his wit is nothing if not wildly sarcastic.

It’s easy for Doendraga to objectify his experiences in life, and in doing so, reduce them into trifling shadows; keen intelligence and a gift of self-awareness help him to find the explanations behind his life by understanding how he got there in the first place. Reflection is the secret to his mind: where many wander blindly forward through the universe, Doendraga finds that his mind always wanders backwards. Then again, this reflective aspect of his nature is more habit than decision; despite what appears to be such a lazy demeanor his brain is always active, and it tends to result in him losing his time to the unfettered whims of his memories and thoughts. Strangely, for all his barbed grins and snark, and despite his love of drink, he's an addict of the quiet times.

Of course, he hardly makes such an impression at a distance: there's always work to be done afterall, and though he may fire off remarks outloud that may hint at a colorful personality beneath that hulking shape, his hardline view of the world can at times make him seem apathetic, and unapproachable or gruff in others. He picks up on this of course. And yes, he will most likely make a game of it just to be an ass.

Doendraga has made peace with life, in such a way that his demeanor can appear too casual at times, and apathetic at his worst. The bad times simply need to be digested no matter how bitter they may be, so there's little reason to hold vitriol in ones gut especially when better days are an eventuality. At the same time, good days are just points in time when life decides to give just a little, and they're quick to fade as well. He's learned to appreciate the little things and ignore the sanctity and meaning.

Talents:

• Navigation
• Ship-handling and line-handling
• Ropework
• Fluency with maritime law
• Meteorology
• Swimming
• Free-diving
• Freshwater and Saltwater fishing
• Smuggling
• Suspicious degree of knowledge regarding coastal markets and contraband
• One hell-of-an-axefighter

History

Doendraga's past is a suspiciously simple one: born a bastard upon the high seas, and instantly a crewman of his father Barabahr's merchant vessel, the Blue Cry, he spent his youth touring the great open waters of Eorzea. Or so he claims.

Sadly, as he would tell it, the Calamity claimed the Blue Cry as well as his father five years ago, and Doendraga like many other buccaneers and mariners was left land-locked in Limsa Lominsa without a ship to call home. When the waters calmed themselves, and the great port city began the arduous task of rebuilding, though, Doendraga signed on with one surviving vessel after another, earning his pay with his tireless labors until eventually buying a small, modest sloop of his own. He has since spent his days as a fisherman and a ferryman, living off the bounties of the sea and privately transporting passengers seeking discretion and not-oft travelled destinations within the Rhotano Sea, the Indigo Deep, and the Strait of Merlthor.

He has quite an arm for the axe, though, far more than a sailor should have from – as he would put it – “defending oneself from Sahagin and pirates.”

Note from the writer

Expect more of his profile, particularly his history, to expand as he develops (along with his personal story: I have plans *muwhahaha*)

In the mean time, hit me up whenever you feel like it - either in game, or on RPC - if you have any ideas or interests that would include our little/big Roegadyn. I'm always looking out for opportunities to roleplay and create substantial stories or relationships.