Pretty as a picture. Don't get it twisted man, her bite is a b****. Take care when you feed her, you never can take the fight out of the fish.
- Date of Birth
- 9th of Luholem, 5694
- Red with Black "Whites"
- Sunset Red
- Skin Tone
- 125 lbs
Dellorin is well fit and has lean, toned and defined musculature. Her abs are so shredded you could grate cheese on them; but don't because she'd hate that. Dellorin is obviously a practiced athlete and her movements rival the fluidity of the sea. Tritons are a bit shorter than humans, but what she lacks in size she makes up for with a whole whale of personality.
The luminescent sea-green and turquoise colors of Dellorin's skin draw immediate attention to the triton. When the light catches her scales just right, they sparkle with green and blue iridescence making Dellorin a walking jewel from the sea. She has a series of gills along her neck and much larger ones on her rib cage to allow for increased oxygen intake for her larger body underwater.
In spite of this, her most striking feature are her fins. The soft flowing and rippling fins extend from her shoulders, forearms, hips, calves and a dorsal fin on her back. They range in color from greens, blues and reds fading to black at the edges.
Her hair actually consists of fin like tendrils that she can move independently. They match the electrifying red of her body fins and make quite the appearance rivaling Medusa when she's flaring them. When out of the water, Dellorin holds them in place to mimic popular surface hairstyles with her own triton flare to them.
Down in the dark depths of the water, the whites of a triton's eyes match the light levels of the water. They can range from the inkiest black to a heavy, smokey gray with black veins running through them. This heightens the contrast of their brightly colored irises and makes it easier to identify their facial expressions. Dellorin is no exception to this; her narrow, wide set eyes harbor the setting red sun against a black, cloudy sky.
The bridge of her nose runs flat matching the plane of her prominent brow ridge until it meets the area above her lips and slims to narrow, nostril-less slits. Her face is heart shaped with sharp, sculpted ridges. Wherever these planes of her face meet brilliantly colored scales line the ridges.
Her lips are often frowning in a dramatic down-turned line and the bottom lip protrudes slightly from her underbite. This combines to rival the appearance of even the most grumpy betta fish. Her actual ears are simply holes behind fan shaped fins on the side of her head matching the color and opacity of her skin. Her hands and feet are webbed while her teeth and nails are sharpened points resembling shark teeth.
Excluding a few scars here and there; Dellorin doesn't have a single tattoo, piercing, or mark on her body. She's a purist when it comes to her body and even refused the traditional tattoos of her monk order. Dellorin doesn't need adornment or body art. She is the painting.
Dellorin has quite a few unique quirks and mannerism above sea level. If one were to carefully watch her movement and study it, they'd notice that despite her obvious flexibility and speed the short triton holds herself with a curious weight. Nothing her muscles can't handle, but close observation would see the toll of gravity on her aquatic body.
When deep in thought she often opens her mouth making a round 'o' shape and then softly smacks her lips together. Underwater, this movement creates a bubble that rises, breaks through the surface tension and remains. Dellorin claims her territory by creating a network of these bubbles called a "bubble nest" and gets upset when anyone gets near it.
By far her most attention grabbing quirk is the movement of her fins. When bored and uninterested they fold in on themselves, hanging loosely where they connect to her skin. When investigating something the fins along her body stand up at attention and somehow give the appearance of a dog tilting its head in curiosity.
Most notable of course is her ability to flare her fins when angry, threatened, threatening others, or simply whenever she pleases. The fins flex and fan out to their full, impressive sizes along with her hair tendrils at least doubling her size. When doing this she flashes her sharp teeth and the dark of her eyes turn pitch black nearly absorbing light into them which by contrast cause her red irises to appear like they're glowing.
Apparel & Accessories
With her body's natural resistance to cold and protruding fins, Dellorin wears rather scant clothing. Her chest is covered for modesty with bands of fabric that wrap around her ribs and up towards her neck, conveniently leaving her gills and dorsal fin exposed. She wears a long flowing skirt with slits in the sides all of the way up to her hips and tight fitting shorts underneath them which are barely visible. Over this, Dellorin wears a belt made out of fish netting and adorned with seashells.
When expecting a fight, her knuckles, wrists, and forearms are wrapped for compression and protection all the way up to her biceps. It's uncomfortable to tuck her fins in like this, but it keeps them safe from being ripped during an encounter. Similarly, she also wraps her ankles and calf fins though her feet are always bare.
In her desire to have her body itself be anyone's focal point, her weapons are simple and plain in appearance. She carries a quarterstaff and darts, and a spear or two when she can.
Like most inhabitants of the sea, Dellorin is infused with the magic of the water. She can create various magical effects with water and her control over the element will only grow with time.
One of these such visitors has currently occupied the town’s central fountain and claimed it as her own. Her bright red irises contrast sharply against the black shadows of her eyes which peer just above the waterline. The sea-green triton’s head is just barely visible, yet the vibrant color draws the attention of all passersby.
Dellorin lays there submerged in the fountain while she sentries the townsfolk sternly. Whenever anyone turns to look at Dellorin or gets too close to her fountain she bares her sharp pointed teeth and flares out her vibrant sunset red hair fins. She can take up an impressive amount of space with her flared fins and creates quite the display. People gasp at the aggression and falter in their steps, quickly leaving the weird fish person to her fountain.
It was impossible to know who to trust after what happened at Gavolis; the audacious thought that a whole group of people would seek to subjugate another was otherworldly to the triton. She was out of her element, both literally and figuratively. Thank the ocean currents for Talise, who knows what cage Dellorin would be in by now without her.
Speak of the genasi, Del watches as Talise runs up to her waving something in her hands with that trademark Tali smile. She’s met with more flaring on Dellorin’s part, still quite agitated over the lackluster reception of the surfacers and the destruction of her home.
It had only been a year since she left Evorzorath, destroyed by what must have been a truly fearsome beast. It was a threat to everyone and no one seemed to care. Don’t they know what tritons have sacrificed to protect the material world? Why wouldn’t anyone listen or give Dellorin the admiration she deserves?
“Hey, quit it, it’s me,” Tali says affectionately while she pets Del’s flaring fins back into calm recession.
Talise listened. For that she would have Dellorin’s undying loyalty for as long as water passes through her gills and air fills her labyrinth lungs. The water genasi climbs right in beside Dellorin; her eccentric movements splash Del and disturb the bubble nest she had been working on, earning the druid quite the scowl.
“I’m just watching them,” Del responds moodily though she does calm her flaring fins and is internally pleased to have company in her fountain.
“Well, doesn’t matter. Hey. You know what we need? Adventure.”
Dellorin only responds with narrowed, suspicious eyes. Magistrate Whatshisname must have blown her off, as he did to me during my last of many visits to his office. Wasn’t my fault Whatshisname felt threatened and had his guppy squad throw me out.
“Magistrate...ugh. Not gonna happen. So! We’re going to Astoria,” Talise exclaims with exuberance.
Yup. Guppy. Dellorin’s scowl remained though she looked over the wet piece of parchment presented to her. A posting to clear out some pirates and protect the townsfolk of Astoria. The skeptical triton raises a brow and takes in Tali’s hopefulness.
“Let’s make waves,” Talise beamed in primordial. Perhaps the druid was right, maybe helping Astoria and getting a little sense of achievement would lift their spirits.
“Waves, eh? By the time we’re done, they’ll be a tsunami!” Del barked out the primordial and leaps up to her webbed feet. This time Talise is the one getting splashed. It took Dellorin no time at all to shift her emotions, changing as quickly as the sea and with similar ease. All she needed was a direction.
Laughing heartily, Tali rises from the water and throws her arm over Dellorin’s shoulder while the two begin walking towards the peer. “I thought you’d like this idea. Why don’t we ask your friend to come with us? The sea elf fisherman. Romaris, right?”
“Yea, he told me to call him Rome. Did I ever tell you that story, about the sirens and the fisherman? Anyways, you’ve had another brilliant idea. What would I do without you?” Del reaches up slightly and kisses Tali on the cheek, quickly followed by the playful flap of a fin.
“Excellent! Let’s swim there! It’s been far too long since we’ve been in the water. Ship voyages don’t count.”
“They really don’t. Alright, you go find Rome and meet me in the delta,” Dellorin prescribed.
Talise nods in excitement and the two part ways; both barefoot save for a uniquely woven band around their ankles, and both practically nude. Who needs clothes when you’re accustomed to ocean and island life?
This could work. We could really help these people! Those pirates won’t know what hit them. The monk runs through the town center towards the pier, leaving her fountain and foul mood behind her.
/*Unknown mother: Del never learned her name and was only told she left when Dellorin was born.
Evorzorath: The triton civilization Dellorin is from located in the Goldenscale Straits. The city was destroyed by some unknown monstrous entity. As far as she knows, Del is one of only two survivors.
The Deepwater Order: The militaristic montastary Dellorian joined after leaving home, dedicated to protecting Evorzorath and nearby inhabitants from the dangers of the deep.
Gavolis: A coastal town in southern Kuthines that attempted to use Dellorin as a tourist attraction. When Talise wised up to the plan, Gavolians attempted to capture them. The pair escaped, but not before wrecking the town and punching/biting quite a few guards.
Scalebreak Port: A Southern Kuthine fishing village, and the only place during Dellorin’s and Tali’s journey that believed them and offered help. Unfortunately due to the small size of the town, all they could do was provide charter to the Goldscale Isles.
Mirinas' Academy of Excellence
Current: Evorzorathian Emissary
Previous: Defender of the Goldscale Straits with the Deepwater Order
/*, Heir to Evorzorath*/
Accomplishments & Achievements
- Befriended a group of sirens and mermaids, negotiated an arrangement with them and the tritons thereby saving their lives
- Rescued a sea elf fisherman and surfaced with him, one of the first from her order to do so
- Patrolled the Golden Straits successfully for three years, keeping the waters safe from other dimensional monsters
Failures & Embarrassments
- Was away on a mission when her civilization was attacked
- Has made very little progress getting help for the Straits and convincing the surface dwellers of impending danger
- Shirked her duties to her kingdom by joining the monks
- Believes she should have died with her father
Morality & Philosophy
Her morality balances out to neutral good though she's been known to take heavily towards chaotic or lawful depending on her mood and the situation.
Draconic, Primordial, Aquan
Firm dedication to their peoples is a must for any triton that wants to survive the deep ocean. This is no different for Dellorin, who has a fierce loyalty to Evorzorath and takes her responsibility as defender of the material world's oceans very seriously. She takes immense pleasure in helping and protecting others; if she's not fulfilling that desire somehow she becomes miserable and her colors become dull. In addition to all of this, she has a rebellious spirit and a desire to buck authority causing a curious mix of interests and desires.
Savvies & Ineptitudes
Dellorin usually has a way to get people to give her what she wants. She can become quite petulant and difficult to deal with when she doesn't get that, but her motivations are generally from a desire to benefit everyone including herself.
Where she really shines is in combat. This is where the fighting fish feels most attuned with her true self and will not hesitate to thrust herself into harm's way for another.
Likes & Dislikes
She finds the surface and everything about it both equally fascinating and irritating. Dellorin loves trying new things, seeing new sights but can easily become bored and move on without so much as a goodbye.
Del can be quite picky about food and detests most anything derived from land animals besides the meat itself. Like cheese. She hates cheese.
Virtues & Personality perks
Magnanimous, Heroic, Alluring, Dedicated
Vices & Personality flaws
Cantankerous, Vainglorious, Obstinate, Grandiose
Contacts & Relations
Vogos Neptmarith: Another betta triton from a triton city in the Ocean of Devastation who joined The Deepwater Order. Vogos and Dellorin were constantly at ends with each other and parted on tense terms. He is the only other known survivor from Evorzorath. Dellorin believes he went back to Neptmarith.
Talise Seaglass: A water genasi/half-orc druid from Johwa Island. Their sanctum is the first place Del turned to after she left Evorzorath. This is where Tali joined up with her mission to warn surfaces of impending danger. They’ve traveled together for over a year and have formed a tight bond.
Romaris "Rome" Roveerin: A kind sea elf she advocated for and freed from the clutches of a sorority of sirens and mermaids. Del escorted him to the surface where he invited her for dinner to meet his family on his fishing boat. It was the first time Dellorin had ever surfaced and Rome left quite an impression on her.
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Janras Evorzorath: Del’s father who raised her. Despite their constant tension and conflict, they had a very tight bond with one another. She left their home when she was 15 after a severe disagreement and hasn’t seen him since. He is presumed dead.
Adia the storm goddess is closely revered by Dellorin. She worships the Tempest Dragon privately and intimately, rarely ever talking about her connection with Adia.
Social mishaps are an unfortunate constant in Del's life. Even in Evorzorath she had no issues making connections with anyone, but couldn't seem to keep them. It's worse on the surface where she's unfamiliar with the culture but she tries as hard as she can to balance it by using her enticing appearance to her advantage.
Above water, Dellorian's voice has a strange effect. Her voice sounds rippled as it passes through the air and is incredibly loud close up, but doesn't carry very far. Underwater, her vocal chords and hearing are much better suited. She can create noise and hear it from hundreds of miles away in certain parts of the ocean.
The major events and journals in Dellorin's history, from the beginning to today.
The list of amazing people following the adventures of Dellorin.