Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His tan leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars. He has no hair, including eyebrows. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Sailor born in the past three hundred years. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Frouse is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the east to a Sailor, Frouse learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and to find somewhere to settle down

Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat