Polaris

Polaris is a human, both under the torture of a curse, and the empowerment of a blessing. He had sat bound to a cannon he commanded over, originally attached to a ship he ruled. It was the chains that held the longest; the rope turning to dust among the salt and particles of the ocean. For over 180 years Polaris lay on the barrel of that cannon, his lungs craving air, his skin shedding to bone under the faint glow of the moonlight, and the bone further fading away to the oceans salt and acid; yet neither the blessing to keep him alive underwater, and the curse under the moon would allow his death. His escape came when the strain on the rusted chains became too much. Upon release the thin, brown wire of his binds shattered before sinking down into the cracks of the rocks blow them. Polaris, with weak limbs swam up to the surface, his skin once again fading to bone at the sight of the glistening moonlight across the waves. He would swim to shore, where he would wander Cascana, living off the land.