Name: Dolphus Gorov
Personality: Dolphus finds a comfortable little nest in between closed off to the rest of the world and aristocratically snobbish, fulfilling his responsibility with a solemn air but finding disdain in the more menial chores the rest of the crew is intended to fulfill, such as manual labor. In spite of his uncaring demeanor, Dolphus is desperately lonely, often unconsciously trying to seek out a maternal figure to fill the void. Due to his circumstances he despises magic most of all, and goes out of his way to avoid it in its entirety.
Weapons: Due to his upbringing, Dolphus is exceptional at swordplay, and thus carries a delicate shortsword (he refers to it as a rapier) with an ornate handle made specifically for him, as well as a decorative sheath on his belt. Despite his youth, he is expertly trained, and can easily outmatch the average sword wielder. He also wields a weighted cane, mostly to perfect his own personal image of looking fancy and partially for being able to club somebody over the head if he felt like it.
As for physical strength, there is his alteration… It possesses enough muscular striking power to shatter bone, although he is so ashamed of its existence that only a truly desperate situation would force him to utilize it.
Armour: Dolphus uses barely any armour at all, focusing instead on treated fabrics that resist open flame. He wears a dress shirt with a navy blue vest overtop, pointed leather shoes and navy blue trousers. He also has a military-style cape thrown over his left shoulder to obscure his arm, which is by far the most resistant piece of cloth on his body, being able to withstand cuts and strikes from bladed instruments far better than other cloth would. He also has a cloak, but only wears that if the weather is particularly uncomfortable.
Job on a ship: Dolphus is unnaturally skilled at cartography, and can both create maps and utilize them as well as any skilled cartographer could. Often times he will draw out a map of how the closest land must certainly appear at its coast and cross-check his work with existing maps. He carries a sextant on the chance that he might actually need it.
Backstory: Dolphus Gorov was a member of the Gorov family, so notoriously greedy and sinister that the rumors of what they had done greatly outweighed what they actually did. His father, Gregor Gorov, having lost his wife to disease early into Dolphus’ childhood, was a cruel and malicious financier, offering loans to the less fortunate and then ripping it out from under their feet, letting them fall to the merciless banks. For the more well-to-do, Gregor personally twisted their arms by arranging hits and levying financial threats against them until they were driven into poverty, where the game could stat again. By all accounts, the ‘accident’ that took both Gregor’s life and Dolphus’ left arm was adored by both the general public and the normally uninvolved state, as the Gorov influence spread across almost the entire Summer Armada.
However, for someone, this was simply not enough. With a combination of magical prowess and medical mastery, Dolphus was swept from the blaze of tragedy and into some forbidden depth wherein what remained of his left arm was partially amputated and impossibly replaced with the left wing of a marabou stork. As for Dolphus himself, he ha slipped into a coma shortly after the tragedy, and awoke discarded back onto the streets with this bizarre new addition to his form.
For a while, finding work was immensely difficult. Despite his skill as a cartographer, the mere mention of Gorov sent him flying out of any employment opportunities. Only by going just as Dolphus was he able to obtain any kind of reasonable wages, and most commonly among those who gave no thought to his clearly dignified stature and dress, forcing him to constantly do the unthinkable - Manual Labor. Vengeful and hurt by this indignant treatment, Dolphus leapt at the opportunity the letter provided to start again, and he heads now to meet with this mysterious employer and debate wages.
Extra Details:
Dolphus is currently fourteen, with the accident happening just over a year ago.
Other players are more than welcome to form a backstory off of the sinister reputation of the Gorovs or how Gregor managed to slight them. They may even be aware of Dolphus, if they were financially involved.
The wing requires little cleaning to maintain the integrity of the feathers, but if any are to fall out Dolphus is capable of growing more to replace them. It’s not a very comfortable feeling, however.
The average total wingspan of an adult Marabou Stork is 12 feet (3.t meters). Dolphus’ wing is exactly 4 feet from shoulder bone to wingtip, and Dolphus himself is 5’1".
Dolphus is terrified of cats, and smelling like a bird does not help him at all. He also despises magic with an unending passion, and holds a special disdain for all who practice or propagate it.
