(NOTE: Everything i’m writing i’m taking from the wiki’s information for dates, places and generally everything that allows me to integrate this character into living in this current world, if it’s wrong I apologize but can’t help it, obviously.)
Shay Dagmora, a man born in the only place a human could really be accept, the Holy Orenian Empire, in the best, and only town Shay ever knew growing up, Oren, the place that would ultimately mold the young man into the poor, sea loving swashbuckler he is now. His mother, Hope Dagmora gave birth to Shay Dagmora in 1701 in their small wooden house near the edge of the city of Oren, near the towns retention wall, his father, Adamus Dagmora, would work for scraps to fix the family’s rundown home and deliver some measly bits of food to eat. This situation wouldn’t get better for years to come, even getting older and when he could work the food only got somewhat better. At the age of 18 young Shay got the chance to board a small ship, about a schooner size ship, small and fast, but the fact that he had the chance to sail was all he needed for him to be defined by that moment and realize that the open sea was his family’s golden ticket to the good life. So at the age of 20, he finally got himself a sailor’s looking uniform, granted it’s sown together, all patchwork like and does have an eerie smell about it, but his dream was coming to life and now, three years later, doing odd jobs, sending money back to his family, he’s feeling like his luck might just turn around...
As Shay stepped off of the boat he adjusts his left leather boot, his boots always had a weird way to ride up his leg and feel itchy while doing it, though as he’s doing this he notices the rather large and jolly man coming up to him, in response Shay claps his hands together, just a small one, though it was outstretched before forming fists and resting them on his hip, respectfully. “Hey-ho there kind sir, i’m here for the greatest prospect of all!” He said, quickly moving to wrap his hand around the jolly man’s neck. “I came here to sail-“ He said, removing his hand to take a kneeling position, looking dramatic. “I came for wealth-“ He then took a position of standing, a hand moved to a salute position, and a proud one. “I came here for honor, and most importantly!-“ He said, turning to face the jolly man, a finger raised with a big grin before the awkward, yet familiar sound of a grumbling stomach could be heard, the straight finger was now bent as Shay formed a small blush. “And most importantly... A hot meal, where’s the tavern my good man?”
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