In the fierce white heart of the tempest, a ship hurls beneath vaulting waves. Amid the chaos, a figure stands stern and firm on the whirling deck. He's a striking presence: tall, white long beard whipped by the wind, steel-grey eyes reflecting the storm. This is Virgil, demi-god and sailor, his bloodline traced back to the tumultuous depths of the god Poseidon himself.

Born on a small island in the azure expanse of the Aegean Sea, much of Virgil's childhood memories are of the sea's eternal rhythm; the ebb and flow as predictable as the setting sun, as inescapable as moonlight gracing the mirrored waters. The lapping waves whispered secrets of his lineage, while the velvety depth hinted at the vast potentials of his ancestry, silent promises of Poseidon's latent power within him.

His father, a stern fisherman, proudly carried the weight of his family's unbroken bond to Poseidon. He passed down the secret lore of their bloodline to Virgil, tales filled with godly spats, ancient rituals, and of warriors carving their glory amidst the frothing storms. His mother, a tender-hearted healer, instilled in him the softer virtues of kindness, empathy, and the mage's control over water's healing properties.

Even during these quieter years, Virgil was drawn to the sea. His days were spent navigating its endless mysteries; his nights, dreaming of distant lands whispered by the winding currents. Growing up, his gifts manifested subtly. It started with the strange pull water had over him, then his comprehension of its language. A single touch upon the surface triggered ripples that gave him visions, told him stories or answered his inquiries.

Nowadays, Virgil steers through tempestuous horizons, his profession lending him the knowledge of seafaring trade, the charm needed to negotiate difficult waters, and the bravery to cross the dragon-infested seas. His guild emblem – a trident cleaving a wave – is etched like a calling across his back, a homage to his deity ancestor.

His chosen weapon, aptly named "Ocean's Whisper," is his trusty trident, handed down to him by his father. It was said to be Poseidon's gift to their ancestors, a natural extension of Virgil's will during combat, gleaming with a magical luminescence that allows him control over the element of Water.

Despite the power he wields, Virgil carries a dread that touches him in quiet moments. A fear of the sea's insatiable greed, an undercurrent of dread nurtured by the ocean's monstrous depths, its power to swallow history, love, entire civilizations in uncaring waves. This fear humanizes the demi-god, a stark contrast to his larger-than-life persona.

Virgil's personality is much like the sea he cherishes—capable of immense gentleness one minute, and displaying a terrifying ferocity the next. He enjoys engaging with his guild mates, his booming laugh often echoing around their meeting hall, often sharing his favorite joke, "Why don't sharks like to eat clown fish? Because they taste funny!" His humor, much like his courage, is infectious, a beacon guiding those around him.

Virgil's regrets center around the moments when he failed to save those lost at sea. Each loss a grim reminder of his lingering humanity, his limitations, despite his godly lineage. Such experiences serve to drive him harder into learning to master his demi-god abilities.

Traveling across the vast ocean with nothing but the stars to guide him and the sea to keep him company, Virgil's life is a continuing saga of resilience, courage, power, and vulnerability. Every day offers him a new chance to push his limits and unearth the latent abilities lying dormant within him.