The sea is more than water and salt—it is a living force, vast and unfathomable. Most who brave it return with nothing more than stories of storms and distant horizons. But some emerge marked by the ocean itself, forever changed by what lurks beneath the waves. You might have survived a shipwreck when all others perished, walked away from drowning without breath in your lungs, or dreamed of a voice that whispered to you from the abyss. Whether a blessing, a curse, or a calling, the sea has left its touch upon you, and you will never truly escape its pull.
- Feat:
Tough - Surviving drowning, storms, and the weight of the sea hardened you. You’re just tougher than most.
- Skill Proficiencies:
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Arcana (to reflect strange sea-magic, omens, or whispers of the deep)
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Perception (keen awareness, trained by the sea’s dangers and ever-changing moods)
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- Tool Proficiencies:
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One of your choice: Cartographer’s tools (mapping coasts) or Herbalism kit (knowledge of seaweed, medicinal corals, etc.)
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- Languages: Primordial (the language of elemental beings, whispers of the deep)
- Equipment:
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A driftwood talisman or seashell charm, claimed as a gift (or curse) from the sea.
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A waterskin filled with seawater you can’t bring yourself to empty.
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A set of traveler’s clothes still smelling faintly of brine.
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A pouch with 10 gp.
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You carry the sea’s voice within you. You can always sense the direction of the nearest coastline or large body of water. Additionally, when near a natural body of water, you can perform simple divinations by casting stones, shells, or driftwood—allowing you to ask the DM one yes/no question about your immediate future once per long rest. The answer comes in the form of patterns, omens, or feelings from the tides.
Suggested Characteristics
Personality Traits
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I find comfort in the sound of rushing water—it steadies my soul.
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I stare at the horizon often, lost in thought.
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I speak in metaphors of tides, storms, and currents.
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I sometimes hear voices in the crash of waves or trickling streams.
Ideals
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Balance. As the tide rises and falls, so too must life be kept in harmony. (Neutral)
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Discovery. The sea holds truths older than any kingdom—I will uncover them. (Any)
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Freedom. Like the ocean, I refuse to be bound. (Chaotic)
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Faith. The deep has a will, and I am its chosen. (Lawful or Neutral)
Bonds
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A drowned loved one still calls to me from beneath the waves.
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I owe my life to the sea—I must repay it somehow.
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I keep a relic from the depths that I cannot part with.
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I was given a vision beneath the waves, and I must see it fulfilled.
Flaws
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I am haunted by the memory of drowning and panic around deep water.
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I put too much trust in omens and signs, even when none exist.
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My loyalty lies with the sea above all else, even friends or allies.
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I sometimes slip into strange trances, staring into water for too long.
| d4 | Personality Trait |
|---|---|
| 1 | I find comfort in the sound of rushing water—it steadies my soul. |
| 2 | I stare at the horizon often, lost in thought. |
| 3 | I speak in metaphors of tides, storms, and currents. |
| 4 | I sometimes hear voices in the crash of waves or trickling streams. |
| d4 | Ideal |
|---|---|
| 1 | Balance. As the tide rises and falls, so too must life be kept in harmony. (Neutral) |
| 2 | Discovery. The sea holds truths older than any kingdom—I will uncover them. (Any) |
| 3 | Freedom. Like the ocean, I refuse to be bound. (Chaotic) |
| 4 | Faith. The deep has a will, and I am its chosen. (Lawful or Neutral) |
| d4 | Bond |
|---|---|
| 1 | A drowned loved one still calls to me from beneath the waves. |
| 2 | I owe my life to the sea—I must repay it somehow. |
| 3 | I keep a relic from the depths that I cannot part with. |
| 4 | I was given a vision beneath the waves, and I must see it fulfilled. |
| d4 | Flaw |
|---|---|
| 1 | I am haunted by the memory of drowning and panic around deep water. |
| 2 | I put too much trust in omens and signs, even when none exist. |
| 3 | My loyalty lies with the sea above all else, even friends or allies. |
| 4 | I sometimes slip into strange trances, staring into water for too long. |







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