[@Blizz] Writing up a sheet for Delshad, because I know full well I'm going to use him a bunch.  >.<  Sorry...Wait, no I'm not really.  ^.^;

He's more than thirty, though.  Probably more than forty...oops.

He was /supposed/ to be very minor, closer to an NPC.  I'm sorry.  I can't control my creations very well at all....  >.<;;

[hider=Delshad]
[b]Name:[/b] Delshad
[b]Age:[/b] 39

[b]Appearance:[/b] Delshad is a large man, tall and broad and well-fed, though a few years in the camp have turned a large portion of his pudge into muscle.  He has dark skin and darker hair, usually done in a bunch of tiny braids.  He keeps himself clean-shaven, and his face is creased by deep laugh lines and crow's feet.  There’s a couple wrinkles in his brow as well, but these are not nearly so pronounced.  The man usually has on a cook’s apron, and he keeps his sleeves rolled up if they fall past his elbows.  It is not unusual for there to be smudges of flour on his person.

[b]Personality:[/b] A good-natured man, Delshad is quick with a smile or a kind word.  He loves cooking and it is his life’s mission to make sure the inhabitants of Crescent Dagger Camp always have the best food he can possibly make with the supplies he has.  He is highly attuned to what goes on in his “kitchen”, and while he can no longer press various treats upon all visitors he tries to at least have a few spare ones for those who are especially young, especially needy, or both.  In his opinion, food is the cure to a lot of problems.  If someone has a cold, then it’s chicken broth.  A sore throat is soothed by one sort of tea, and the nightmares of children by another.  A bad day can be improved by a pastry or sweetmeat, along with a listening ear.  He gives advice freely, to the best of his ability, and he exudes contentment with his place in the world and a sense of general well-being.

[b]Weapon:[/b] None, but he’s strong that his bare fists can do a good amount of damage.

[b]Other:[/b]
Wasting food is a /huge/ no.  Don’t let him catch you trying to sneak your vegetables into the compost.  Firstly, there’s likely someone that will eat it if you won’t, and secondly you need to eat them to stay healthy.  A number of the camp’s younglings have learned this the hard way, given extra kitchen duty after getting caught trying to dispose of unsavory menu items.  Now it’s more a matter of finding someone willing to “steal” something they don’t like off their plate, though that too is frowned upon.  Nikki has also been taught a lesson she won’t soon forget, after wrecking a large portion of a meal by switching the salt and the sugar.

Taking food without asking is also a no, and all but impossible if he’s present.  However if you actually ask he is far more willing, and reasonable requests are usually met.  Even if he can’t accommodate someone, Delshad usually finds something to send them off with, even if it’s a mere nibble.

He is a brilliant cook, and can make a good meal from just about anything.  He is likewise able to stretch supplies farther than one would expect.  These two abilities have lead to more than a few whispers that he uses some sort of magic in his cooking.  He doesn’t -- it’s all skill -- but that doesn’t make it any less impressive.

Delshad was the head cook for a wealthy merchant with refined tastes.  He’d worked hard for his position after he finished his training as a chef, and prided himself on his skill and creativity in the kitchen.  He earned a bit of local fame for it, but when someone out to hurt his employer engineered things so Delshad would take the fall, he found himself with no job and a destroyed reputation.  He misses the fine, varied, and readily available ingredients that he used to have to work with, but there’s a different sort of accomplishment in meeting the challenges presented by his new position.  He was bitter about it for a while, but there’s no sense in crying over spilt milk and Delshad has come to love the thieves of Crescent Dagger, and looks after them every bit as well as he looked over his old household.[/hider]