Corvin Stormwright was born during a night when the sea fell unnaturally still, the tide rising in silence as if the ocean itself held its breath. His mother was nereid of great power and renown, a seeress whose visions shaped centuries of sea-born politics, feared and revered in equal measure. His father was a mortal sailor of stern honor, a man who won the nereid’s heart despite belonging to a world she was forbidden to touch.
He grew up as a child of two realms. His father taught him the sailor’s life - rigging, storms, discipline, courage, and the unspoken code of a crew that survives by trust. His mother visited only when the sea allowed, but each time she brought him gifts no mortal teacher could - wisdom on how to read currents like lines on a map, how to sense storms before they were born, how to listen to the quiet, ancient voices beneath the waves. She warned him that he would walk between worlds, never fully belonging to either, but destined to shape both. Before returning fully to the depths, she gave him a final prophecy - that storms would bow to him, that ships would follow his shadow, and that the sea itself would test him, break him, and crown him if he survived.
Now grown, Corvin feels the pull of the horizon with every breath. The sea calls him more insistently with each passing year, stirring something inside him that he cannot name. He has taken to adventuring not for gold or glory, but because he knows, deep in his bones, that he is meant to command more than a single deck, that a destiny written in tide and storm waits for him somewhere beyond the next wave.