WALTERS
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Full Name: Walters Longshank
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Height: 6’3
Weight: 212 lbs
Birthdate: 23rd day of Hunter’s Bounty, 198
Birthplace: Kalzasi, Low City
Profession: General Merchant
Housing: The Good Ship Marianne most days, and occasionally the Wayfarer’s Rest if he’s on shore leave.
Partners: Thought he used to infrequently visit the Elegant Design, he’s found himself far too busy managing the Marianne’s business to take a lover.
Titles: Bastard, Captain, Magician of the Marianne, and Lord of All Seas Under The Sky.
Factions: Previously a member of the Merchant’s Guild before being removed for getting into a fistfight with three other members.
Fluencies: Common and Synskrit
Appearance Walters bears skin as bronze as his hair and as rough as rawhide leather. If you were to line him up with the crew of his fishing vessel, you’d never suspect he was the captain. That’d be for the fact that he doesn’t dress nor conduct himself different from any of his sailors. More often than not, the man stinks of brine, rotting fish, and dried sweat.
Personality At first glance Walters seems brash, a bit dull, and oftentimes rude in ways he doesn’t intend. He’ll say what he wants and won’t hesitate to break off a deal if he thinks his business partner is in the wrong. His studies in magic (though not in the traditional sense) will always come first, followed by his drive to do what seems right to him. Oftentimes this leads to him smuggling goods to customers he places his trust into.
History Walters grew up in the same conditions as any child of the Low City does, picking pockets, stealing food out of carts, and respecting no man’s authority besides the one that headed his gang of misfits.
Unlike many of the Low City, however, he caught a lucky break. The Marianne, a fishing vessel docked nearby, was looking for fresh blood and Walters was just big enough at the age of twelve to earn himself a spot swabbing the deck and scampering up the rigging. Surprisingly, the boy was a natural at reading both the stars and the clouds, skills which got him noticed by the Marianne’s Wind Caller and captain; a semi-retired mage skilled in the art of Elementalism.
Old Craveus took the boy under his wing, inscribed the runes into his skin, and sat with the boy as he struggled through the threshold sickness. The ordeal left him weak for months, but since that trial nine years ago Walters has not suffered through sickness or malady. At least, he grew adept at hiding it.
Walters learned much from the man, rising to the rank of first mate over the seven years he worked under Craveus. When a terrible storm came and swallowed the ship, they worked together to turn it away, but at a terrible cost. Craveus succumbed to nature the only way an Elementalist can; wholly. By the time to storm subsided, the only one who remained on the deck was Walters.
With the death of Craveus, Walters became the surrogate captain of the Marianne. Once they reached port, sodden and beaten, it became official. For two years after Craveus’ passing, the same crew that followed the old man is now following Walters.