Name: Reginald Fitch II “Fitch”
Age: 19
Nationality: Dayaman
Race(s): Dorthan

Background:
Biography: Fitch was born as the only son to an eccentric one-armed ex-whaler in a small town in Dayaman. His mother left when he was extremely young, probably due to his father's odd nature and love of drink. For as far back as he could remember, the old man talked of his battles with the monsters of the sea. He spoke of leviathans as large as ships, and krakens that could tear a man limb from limb. He claimed he lost his arm in an encounter with one of these monsters of the deep. The old man's tales instilled a sense of wonder in Fitch, and a desire to one day embark on such adventures himself.
 As he grew, he did what he could to help his father, often making meager money catching and selling fish in the local market. His brash attitude and his inherited love of alcohol caused him to get in a number of altercations with other locals, and thus he learned to fight at a young age, though not before he suffered several beatings. Despite, or perhaps because of, his tenacity he made two friends who seemed to share his lust for adventure. The trio hatched a plan to make their dreams a reality, and eventually scrounged up enough money to procure a small vessel. He left most of his belongings, along with a small sum of money, behind with his father, who supported his decision through-and-through. Armed with only the clothes on his back, a bottle of rum, and his father's old whaling harpoon, he set out with his friends for the adventure of a lifetime.

Personality: Fitch is the loose-cannon of the group. He is brash and unapologetic, nearly always allowing his mouth to outrun his brain by leaps and bounds. The young man also has a distinct love for drink, which only seems to amplify his tenacity tenfold. His sharp tongue and caustic sense of humor have landed him in hot water more than a few times, but he seems to enjoy the backlash for his actions, having gained the ability to take quite a bit of punishment from his fight-riddled childhood . His tenacity is offset a bit by his affinity for clumsiness. It seems the young man has been fighting a losing war with gravity since the day he was born. To those willing to overlook his shortcomings, Fitch is a loyal friend and a ceaseless reservoir of entertainment. 

Religion: Being rather unlearned, Fitch never really subscribed to any religion, though more out of ignorance than any real belief in either direction.

Appearance:

Clothing: Fitch's clothing is cheap and comfortable. He wears a black button-up shirt, the sleeves of which have been haphazardly cut off, making it into a sort of makeshift vest. He also wears a pair of loosely fitting grey trousers and a thick leather belt. His feet are covered with sturdy boots made of black leather. The boots have a slight heel, making the young man's footsteps almost as loud as his voice. His only notable piece of clothing is a long crimson scarf made of a soft fabric that he almost always wears around his neck. The ends of the scarf are a bit tattered from wear. His father told him it was the only thing his mother left behind for her only son when she left them.

Height: Fitch stands a few inches above six feet tall.

Weight: Fitch weighs in at roughly 180 pounds, making him extremely lanky.

Hair: Fitch has an unkempt mop of fiery red hair that hangs down to his shoulders. His messy bangs tend to fall in front of his eyes regularly, despite his best efforts to control them.

Eyes: Fitch has bright blue eyes.

Tattoos/Markings: Fitch has numerous scars all over his body from a combination of fishing incidents, accidents due to clumsiness, and a plethora of fights throughout his childhood. His face and shoulders are lightly freckled from the sun.