Description: "He looks...well, like a doreen." That's invariably what people would say if pressed to describe Valler; so few of them exist that comparisons are difficult. For those in the know, he's slim for his race, built for quick movements in water and out. His skin is smooth and a dull grey, smelling of brine and dusted in places with the white grains of dried saltwater when on land. In his element, the ocean, the skin turns a more vibrant blue with a whitish stomach and thighs to better blend with the shallows where his people hunt. Over a shoulder hangs a shark skin bag, perforated at the bottom to allow for quick draining. Another water-tight bag hangs next to it, most likely a waterskin. The knives that hang around his waist show the patina of much use. Each is a different sort: one thin like a stiletto, another flat and double bladed, another swept in an elegant curve (the one favored by most doreen). He wears little adornment, but each give a clue to other doreen or those in the know to his past life. A coral necklace with each piece separated by a dark pearl to keep them from grinding against each other and making noise when moving hangs loosely on him. His "hair" (famlok in his tongue) is tied back by a smooth stone. Famlok are used in courtship and can be fanned out in display. The fact that his are tied back indicates he is wed or is no longer looking for a mate. In his ear is another small coral ring. The shape and color mark it originally as a decorative famlok ring for a little girl.

History: Valler wasn't always the way he is now, although he was always a pain in the ass. Once he was happy, living out a secluded life on a desolate rock just off the southern tip of the whip islands. He had met another of his kind. Perhaps fate had brought these two together. Only a special kind of doreen could put up with Valler's impatience, who could soothe his rough sides and lend calm to his stormy demeanor. Morlee was just that kind. She was sensitive and nurturing and an emotional anchor for Valler. The fact that these two disparate personalities of a doomed race had met and fell for each other, had met and had a child, seems too good to be true. And it appears it was.

For a year after the birth of their daughter, Gaella, Morlee seemed the same as she always was. But after that year, she began distancing herself. Valler was only partially aware of the change, however; he was so absorbed in his new daughter and his own simple, overbearing passions that little of nuance could filter through. But even he could see the change in the few weeks preceding her death. He reacted with idiomatic anger at her change, at her lack of interest in him or especially their daughter. His guilt over those last days still tears at him deep down. In the end, she left a cryptic note and disappeared. Gaella was three. Valler searched for her for months after, hoping she had just retreated into her strange depression, but in the end he gave up, and focused his sole energies on his daughter...until she too disappeared.

She was six and Valler was again out hunting fish in the shallows two islands away. He had always left her alone before. The rock was of no interest to anyone besides the two of them. Nowhere to land a boat, no fresh water, no resources. Only a small shelter on the rocks. But when he returned, she was gone. Their shelter was rifled through and strangely most of Gaella's things were gone whereas his were untouched. He found a powder horn that had fallen from the hip of one of the kidnappers, one common to humans. He set off immediately to find her, his hatred growing every day. That was ten years ago. Between then and now he has killed or beaten hundreds of men, sailed on ships and slipped aboard their enemies vessels, killing the loaders below decks. Every day he gives up a little more in ever finding his daughter and remembers a little bit more the last regrettable days with Morlee.

Is Morlee actually dead? Who took Gaela? Will Valler find her and "save" her before he sucumbs to his own hateful deathwish?

The many deaths of Valler:

• The Butcher's Embrace: 100' foot drop broke his body on the rocks. (Saved by Tirado)
• 40' below: A grapple he would not win with a sea fiend. (Saved By Inkax)
• A salty snack: Snatched and soon to be swallowed by the foul sea worm. (Saved By Maggie)
• Impossible odds: Following Eadwig into the 50 man melee and brought down by crude spears. (Saved by fickle fate)
• Impossible attack: Wounded beyond measure, he attempted to help Eadwig before it was clear he didn't need it. (Saved by Tirado)

Attributes

Agility 10

Smarts 4

Spirit 6

Strength 8

Vigor 6

Derived

Charisma 0

Parry 7+

Toughness 5

Skills

Boating 6

Climb 8

Fighting 10

Notice 4

Stealth 8

Intimidation 4

Survival 4

Throwing 4

Swimming 8

Guts 6

Edges

Two Fisted

Florentine

Ambidexterous

Frenzy

Improved Frenzy

Close Fighting

Gift of the Water Spirit (+1 bennie)

Sea Hunter(Racial)

Coup(Racial)

Semi Aquatic(Racial)

Hindrances

Overconfident (Major)

Loyal (Minor)

Deathwish (Minor)

Racial Enemy Kehana (Racial)

Equipment

3 knives in Quickdraw bandoleer

Torturer's Knife (+2 attack/dmg)

Dagger of Recovery (Heal a wound on a raise)

Poison fan

3 taro root poison doses

2 carroway fruits

Leather Satchel

Whetstone

Grappling Hook

10 yards rope

5 days rations

Whistle

Waterskin

Money

POE: 600

Doubloons: 20

Character stuff

XP: 49

Rank: Veteran

Race: Doreen

Weight carried: 20 or so

Weight Limit: 40

Encumbrance Penalty: --