Once a simple coastal tradesman in the fractured fishing colonies of Styxhold Bay — a salt-wracked inlet carved into the remnants of old-world North Atlantic shores — Scrimshaw was a quiet, solitary monk of the Order of the Wavering Calm, known more for filleting sea beasts and chanting wind prayers than for heroics. But in a world where monstrous tides rise with every cosmic rupture, even a fishmonger may be called to greatness.

Scrimshaw’s early life was shaped by tide and trauma. When rogue scavenger lords poisoned the Bay’s sacred waters to flush out a mythical Leviathan, it was Scrimshaw’s family — peaceful harvesters of the sea — who perished in the resulting toxinstorm. This atrocity birthed a furious vow: vengeance against those who defile the balance between life and ocean.

But vengeance is not his only compass.

With an unbreakable spine forged in sea squalls and sorrow, Scrimshaw walks the Earth as a monk-warrior, wielding elemental water magic to calm storms or summon deadly jets from thin air. His abilities echo the nature he reveres — gentle when nurtured, devastating when provoked. Though his heart seeks enlightenment, adventure, and personal growth, his mind is often clouded by obsession — a need to uncover ancient aquatic wisdom and punish those who exploit it.

He is a man both revered and feared: a builder of broken communities, a calm voice among desperate nomads, a mentor to rootless orphans, and a deadly foe to tech-raiders and black-market meridian smugglers. Villagers in the flooded ruins of Halberreach call him “The Salt Monk,” for he always leaves behind fish and fresh water in the driest seasons — but only after exacting a price on those who steal more than they share.

Still, Scrimshaw’s path is not without peril. His pride and overconfidence have made enemies of would-be allies, and his stubbornness often blinds him to greater wisdom. He shuns aid, believing that to ask is to show weakness — a lesson that may one day cost him dearly.

In the rising tension of the Reckoning, where eldritch mages and corrupted dimensionwalkers threaten to tip the balance between sea and sky, Scrimshaw may be the only one who can read the tide's final warning — and stand between humanity and the flood of oblivion.

But will he rise as a redeemer of the deep, or drown in the waters of his own vengeance?