Blaine of Westborough

Blaine is a fat bald man in his late twenties. There is a childish softness to both his features and his personality. Over the course of your time adrift, his plump fatness melts away into loose folds of skin and suet that hang grossly from his frame. He’s slightly above average height, not quite tall enough to be remarkable, and his soft hands are prone to splinters and blisters. His complexion is pale, and he is covered in angry red sunburns for days.

Blaine initially claims to be a former sergeant of the guard in West Borough, but as you open up with each other he admits he is an orphan who was taken in by a temple of Machelle (the demi goddess of mid-wives). He was raised to be a temple scribe, but was lazy and inattentive both in his studies and his duties. Realizing that his shortcomings were going to deny him any real chance for advancement, he answered the Condor’s call – thinking he could make a career as a warrior. It is clear that he assumed his height and weight would make him a natural combatant. It is also clear that he has actually never been in a fight.

Blaine’s personality can only be described as childishly whiny. He frequently bemoans the situation and declares that all is lost, and believes he was robbed of his destined future as a great warlord. In group discussions he waits to suss out which opinion carries the majority before voicing support.

Blaine is clearly afraid of Ular, and resentful of Jarek’s natural leadership. He is aware of the low opinion you all have of him and sees this as a gross injustice. At one point he is caught attempting to filch an extra sea biscuit and barely escapes a beating. Even though me seems childishly petulant most of the time, his selfishness has a vicious streak that runs deep. He talks less and less as your voyage goes on.

When abandoning ship the one item Blaine grabbed was a sugared rum cake, which he greedily ate immediately so he would not have to share it.