Appearance

Physical Description

Dormaruk is a large man. His height exceeds 8 feet and he has a powerful build, which hints at many years of life at sea.

Body Features

A tattoo on his underarm consisting of an unfinished totempole, with a obviously selfdrawn beartotem as the base-totem

Facial Features

Dormaruk's intense gaze is the only thing that can draw attention from the large horns attached to his forehead. When Dormaruk has looked you over enough to realize that you are focused on his horns, his visage is often quickly lightened up in a hearty bellowing laugh, showcasing a large golden tooth.

Identifying Characteristics

Large, lumbering cowman with horns. Not that hard.

Apparel & Accessories

Dormaruk usually only wears a pair of basic linen trousers. If the occasion REALLY calls for it, he might wear his finest shirt, which coincidentally also is his only shirt, and is way too small, seeing as he recieved it when he was still a teenager.

Mentality

Personal history

Dormaruk was born to a pair of seafaring minotaurs, for the time being anchored in the great city of Nova Aera. As soon as Dormaruk could walk, his parents saw it fitting that he learn to do it again - this time on a ship rocked by the waves. The little family took to the sea, and Dormaruk has spent his life as a part of a crew ever since. When he turned 15 he enrolled on a ship by his own for the first time, and a life of adventure free from the watching eye of his parents, had begun.
 
Since then Dormaruk has visited just about every coastal city that has a hand in the seafaring business. He rose from a simple deckhand, to first mate. Along the way Dormaruk tried just about every occupation there is on a ship, except for anything that has to do with close handling of the sails, courtesy of his large and pointy horns that teared many a sails in his teenage years.
 
Dormaruk brought with him from his parents strict but fair upbringing a strong moral compass and a sense of what is right and wrong in this world, and as such he was strongly opposed to the mutiny on The Pitched Wanker when the crew decided that they would rather pocket the precious wares in the cargo than deliver it to their client. Dormaruk were the highest ranking officer that took the captains party, and stood by his side as his former crewmates charged at the loyal men. After a bloody fight Dormaruk and his Captain was the only ones standing against the winning crewmates turned pirates, and laid down their weapons. The Captain was made to walk the plank and Dormaruk was marooned on a small island barely in sight of the coast of Fyre.
Dormaruks first few days on the island was filled of panicked surviving, not just against the numeral venomous and/or carnivorous animals living there, but also the elements. With time Dormaruk conquered these trials, and his time on the island turned to one of reflection. It was at this island he found a form of kinship with the ferocity of the Bear, and with improvised tools he tattooed a beginning of a totem on his arm, with the Bear as a powerful base reminding him to take on his challenges with that same ferocity. He erected a small log cabin and, before signaling passing ships after a year on the island, made himself a promise to return here from time to time for recuperation after his adventures at sea, and so he has, several times.
 
Recently he served as the first mate of the Malted Rum, a merchant ship manning the route between the Yelanid Alliance and Frankonia. While in port in Frankonia, he heard a very inebriated man in an inn loudly talking about a pirate ship mercilessly raiding a heavily armed merchant convoy off the coast of Aeryon. What caught his attention was the convoy's name, The horned merchants. That was his parents convoy. The man went on to loudly proclaim that there was not a trace of the merchantships left when their escorts turned around to engage the foe. Dormaruk was already on the way out of the inn to tell the captain that they needed to leave for Aeryon immediately, when the man excitedly added a final statement. Apperently the one thing sighted was a three-masted refurbished merchantship laded with cannons speeding away faster than thought possible. Dormaruk stopped dead in his tracks, turned around and sped towards the man. "That ship. Was there something off about the sails?" Dormaruk grunted. "Why yes, the mainsail was... kinda crooked? Almost pitched." the man answered somewhat confused. Dormaruk banged his hand in the table and stormed out, leaving a confused mass of people and a broken table. There was just one thing on his mind. The Pitched Wanker. He needed to get to Aeryon.

Education

The hard school of the sea

Employment

Dormaruk has served on the following ships:
The Burning Sail
The Black
Wapapa
The Pitched Wanker
The Quirk
Malted Rum

Personality

Motivation

Dormaruk is driven by the wish to explore and see new places in the world. This led him to stay the lifecourse of his parents, the wild life of the sea.
This motivation has lately been overshadowed by the motivation to find out what happened to The horned merchants, finding his parents and once again go toe-to-toe with his former crewmates of The Pitched Wanker.

Likes & Dislikes

Dormaruk likes:

• Brawls


• The sea


• Boats


• Big Boats


• Beer

• Land


• Horses

Hygiene

Water does not clean if it's not salt water according to Dormaruk. Therefore does not even consider the hassle to wash up when inland.

Social

Birthplace

Nova Aera

Current Residence

Log cabin on an unnamed island off the coast of Fyre

Family Ties

Parents - disappeared together with their convoy.

Religious Views

Dormaruk is a follower of the accidental god, Cayden Cailean

Speech

Warm and gruff