Character sheet

Name: Wolfgang Tolgorad-Victor Senschal The Fourth
Aliases: Salt's wound, Uriel's hand, Lantern face, Gargoyle, Emperor Wolfgang etc.
Affiliation: Perhaps the admiralty but they have seen better days. Just whomever pays right really.
Race: Still human (I hope)
Diet: Whatever is edible is food to him, hunger must be sated. He doesn't say you look delicious because you have a nice face.
Personality: Happy-go-lucky, melancholy, manic
Age: Too old for my eyes to still be ablaze.
Likes: Free drinks, nights, weaponry, money, paintings, creative gifts instead of payment, having a good laugh with his officers, slicing and dicing villains, blindfolds and flowers.
Dislikes: One-off flings, distasteful wenches, water, anything that comes out of the water (though there has been exceptions), drunkards, things that are too easy, things that are too hard, himself and his surgeon, Bjork.
Fears: The Sun.
Eye colour: White, they have been devoid of colour due to being sun bleached and being on fire for decades. Solitary fires burn on each eye, their fuel source is nothing in particular.
Skin colour: Ghost white
Hair colour: See skin colour
Physique: In between average and muscular
Height: 6 ft 4 in
Ship name: The Saint Erasmus
Clothing style: Aristocratic and Victorian
Lore: Wolfgang IV was born in a dark world lit by lamps and light buoys. Where beasts who are said to have survived the change of demon lords roam the vast underground ocean. Inspired by his father, Wolfgang III, he himself became a captain of a zee vessel just like him. Several years on the zee taught him how to survive but sadly leaving him with a cannibalistic taint. His goal in life back then was to conquer the four edges where the map-makers dared. After braving the high gate in the north, the emerald waters in the east and going past Adam's way in the south, he had one last trial: past the Dawn Machine and into unborn time. (Fig. I The machine. https://i.imgur.com/WzMtp6f.jpg
He succeeded but went insane from seeing light so real but so fake. His crew, after staging a mutiny to stop the ship going further towards the machine, were slaughtered by him entire crew by use of his magnificent fencing skills and the blade gifted to him from a client of his cargo freighting services (that often carried questionable cargo). Unborn time was not what he had expected, it was the worst of all his trials and caused him to go unconscious. When he awoke, he had realised what he had had made the machine deeply upset. His ship had drifted directly under the machine after being spat out of unborn time and was left to burn for days.  His crew's blood had been dried onto the deck entailing a sonnet to the sun itself. Wolfgang had been changed, his skin bleached white and fires had been lit in his eyes to forever burn though matter  how long he held his head underwater. He seeks answers on the surface and thats where he has arrived. An unfamiliar world full of new things. He can't go home until he sees his own sweet skin again. His crew are comprised primarily of madmen, cannibals and even those who consider him an incarnation of the archangel Uriel as Christianity had grown strong underground in the dark. He wishes for answers or a swift death and delivery to heaven.