Drosis Morr ⋆ 682 ⋆ Male | He/Him ⋆ Light Elf
Appearance
Height5”10’
BuildAthletic
Hair ColorBlack
Hair LengthShoulder-length
Eye ColorUnnaturally blue
Skin ToneLightly tanned
Distinguishing featuresMultiple scars across his face
Psychology
Likes:
⋆The Ocean
⋆Music
⋆Card games
Dislikes:
⋆Violence
⋆Disorganization
⋆Wasting time
Fears:⋆Loss
⋆War
⋆Failure
Habits/Quirks⋆Drosis often stares into clouds and fog, as if he’s looking for something that isn’t really there.
Sexuality:Bisexual
Personality:This is only a guide. You are not limited to these questions. Please write about whatever qualities you want.
Treatment towards others
⋆ Introverted.
⋆ Considerate enough of others to risk his life for their sake, but not enough to charge into a situation with little to no chance of survival.
⋆ Kind. Never raises his voice unnecessarily, but is quick to straighten people
⋆ Holds people at arm’s length, and prefers to keep things formal when meeting new people initially. It is difficult to earn his trust without proving you deserve it.
Reaction in Situations
⋆ Calm and collected.
⋆ Patient. Always thinks before acting, and then acts without thinking.
⋆ Brave, without being reckless.
⋆ No one knows if Drosis is ever anxious about anything. If he is, he hasn’t shown it.
⋆ Years of fighting a war on land and sea mean he reacts quickly in tense moments.
What's in the Brain.
⋆ Intelligent. Good at coming up with strategies and workarounds for things needed but not on hand.
⋆ Effective and competent leader, not much of a manipulator.
⋆ Rarely tells a joke.
⋆ Past regrets occasionally keep him up at night.
Background
OccupationCaptain of the Saltrunner. Former soldier.
Living Immediate Family Members:N/A
Dead Immediate Family Members:Nirya Morr - Father
Yarsinna Morr - Mother
Current Companions:The Saltrunner’s crew, along with whoever the fuck the GMs put him with.
Current and Past Lover(s):None that he cares to mention anymore.
Current EquipmentSword imbued with powerful light magic
Galleon known as the Saltrunner
An unassuming
ring made of adamantium. No one knows how he got it, but it's been imbued with just enough light magic to act like a lantern in low light.
HistoryJust over 600 years ago, Drosis was born as the only child of Nirya and Yarsinna Morr. His life was quiet, growing up a mile from Roshmi City. As a kid, Drosis was taught life magic by Nirya, his father. It wasn't easy for him at first, but after a few weeks, Drosis managed to produce his very first spark of light. Nirya taught him to produce illusions, to bend light in such a way that it could be only mistaken for a real thing. Between the days Nirya taught him light magic, Drosis spent much of his time by the ocean. He was fascinated by the ships he saw moving in and out of the nearby port. Once, he even scrounged up broken pieces of driftwood and old rope to make a raft, just so he could drift around on the water and pretend he was even remotely on the same level as the mighty vessels in the distance. There was very little else that happened in his life as a kid, but by the time Drosis had reached adulthood, he was taking part in sparring matches against Nirya- Without either of them throwing a single punch. The backyard looked like an entire war was happening because of the constant flashes of multicolored light flying back and forth. Being a former soldier in Roshmi's guard, Nirya always gave the boy a run for his money.
Drosis had been working in the port for the last few years, and officially struck out on his own at the age of 104, when he was certain his aging parents would be fine without him. His life was largely the same for the next 500 years. roughly 110 years ago, he found work on a cargo ship bound for Malthemoor. The Dark Kingdom was a touchy subject back home, but work was work, and Drosis yearned to see waters he never laid eyes on, so he thought nothing of it. The passage across the world was long and taxing, but between the companionship of his crewmates and the other magic-users aboard the Wayward Eagle, Drosis was in his natural element. He wouldn't have traded it for the world. The first sign that things wouldn't be so perfect were the blockades around Malthemoor. Hundreds of ships lined the port, and the Wayward Eagle was escorted by two ships into the port. Dark Elf guards unloaded all the cargo, and they were ordered to follow an escort back out before they could load again. Cargo ships don't return to their original port with an empty hold. At least, that's what the captain told the admiral overseeing the unloading. The dark elf admiral informed him that they would turn back immediately or the ship would be burned. Drosis witnessed the entire thing and was confused. No one officially said it during the incident, but Malthemoor had declared war on Avalia.
To their regret, the ship left port with an empty hold, and was escorted back past the blockade. Minutes later, a cannonball struck the very edge of their mast, at which point the entire ship responded with dismay. They opened fire on the ship a quick attempt to silence any suggestions of suspicion. They prepared to fire a second shot, but Drosis halted it with a shield of light, which splintered and scarred his face. By the time they readied a third cannonball, the Wayward Eagle was out of range. Two ships were sent after them, but Drosis, along with the three other proper mages aboard successfully fended them off until they were well out of Malthemoor's waters. There were no faeries aboard to heal his face, but his eyes were thankfully unharmed. The next few months back were tense. Everyone aboard was wondering what things must've been like back home. Did Avalia already know that war had been declared? Many of the crew wanted to fight in this war, or at least do something to prepare for it if it wasn't official yet.
When they finally returned to a port, the city of Roshmi was smoking. Countless buildings had been burned to ash, and Malthemoor ships were docked in the harbor. Dark elf soldiers patrolled the streets, and as they got within view of dry land, darkness started to cover the sea. They used magic in an attempt to run Wayward Eagle into the rocks, and it worked. Drosis was competent with light magic, but even he couldn't match the entire Malthemoor coast guard. Their ship crashed into nearby rocks, and fell apart like glass. Two of the deckhands were crushed by the mast as it fell, and the capstan flew apart, breaking someone's leg. Drosis and the survivors swam away, using the cloud of darkness as a smokescreen. They drifted a hundred feet from the harbor and rested under a warehouse for hours. Some of them planned to sneak out of Roshmi and join the nearest Avalian military force. Others went to see how their families were getting by in the aftermath of this. Drosis was one of them. Two days later, he gave Nirya and Yarsinna Morr a proper funeral in their backyard.
He managed to pull his father's old sword from the burnt remains of their home, and took it with him as he joined the fight against the dark elves. Drosis found himself aboard a naval warship, where he took the fight to the elves, using magic and swordsmanship to raid outposts. Drosis boarded Malthemoor warships and shattered their hulls with beams of hardened light. The first two years of the war were hard on everyone, but they pulled through. At least, they did their best to. Malthemoor often overwhelmed naval fleets, and the initial victories didn't last. Eventually, Drosis' raiding parties dwindled to nothing, and retreat became a regular occurrence. By the third year, morale was low, and Drosis was starting to rethink his decisions. The war was at its darkest point, Avalia was on the run, and Malthemoor only pushed further. He came to the conclusion that they were fighting a losing battle, and deserted. Drosis left the war behind and gathered up a crew of like-minded people. They waited the war out on their own terms, and turned to piracy and underhanded means to look after the less-fortunate people of Avalia. One fateful day, he and his newly formed group of trusted individuals snuck into a dark elf harbor. Under the cover of night, they snuck into a ship's hold, and waited until it cast off from shore. One hour later, the raiders caught the crew by surprise. Drosis used light magic to blind and distract long before the dark elves could use their shadow magic, and in the end, they were all thrown overboard.
They dropped the Malthemoor flags from the mast, helped themselves to every scrap of money they could find, and burnt away any identifying labels along the hull. Drosis, now officially the captain, named her the Saltrunner. From that point on, they did things on their own terms. The war was eventually lost, but Drosis and his pirates were never caught and thrown into a prison or slave camp. They stayed in the fight, travelling across Avalia, to any port or black market he could find. To this day, Captain Drosis Morr still steers his stolen ship, and has amassed a large enough crew to take over entire warships, just like in the early days of fighting. Drosis joined a rebel group of light elves he met during the war and helped smuggle supplies to and fro the rebels. Because of his close ties and trust with those elves, he was asked to have a direct leading role in the movement and hide a human on his ship. He agreed due to his motivation towards a better world and some monetary payment.
Combat and Magic Stat Creation
Fitness Level
⋆ Active (Seafaring, sword combat)
What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Swordfighting
⋆ Agility
What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Hand-to-hand combat
⋆ Brute strength
Years of Experience:Weapon(s): Sword
⋆ 110
Hand-to-Hand Combat: N/A (Unless the occasional barfight counts.)
Light Elves⋆ Offensive Photokinesis: 110
⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): Roughly 520
⋆ Shielding: 110
Best Abilities(Fairies will specialize):Light Imbuement
Visible Light Projection
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