A chant from the Deserts in the South, where he frequently visits..--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Orwen's brown-reddish hair is his most defining feature alongside his beard. He has no out of the ordinary features and blends in perfectly well, although his ears
are slightly bigger than most others' ears. His jawline is chiseled and, if it were visible, would be classified as an attractive and good looking jawline. His cheeks are somewhat thick and round, as Orwen eats well.
His body is average, nothing overly muscled but not fat either. A layer of fat prevents his muscles from shining through, but then again for a man like Orwen, muscles are not his weapon. Fear, influence and contacts are, and somehow his access to all these tools shine through in his appearance. Anyone looking at him will realize, even if they don't know him, this man is influential in a bad way.
Orwen dresses richly, dressing mostly in nice looking tunics, clothen pants with nice linings and trims and knee-high boots. Over his tunic he usually wears a leather jerkin, adorned with nice looking metal pieces, but those are mostly ornate. Over all that he'd wear a woollen cloak, for warmth and comfort, whenever he travels.
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Full Name】
Master Orwen of Sudernlan 【
Alias】
“Master”, “Woden”, “Brown”, “Thé Southerner” 【
Gender】
Male 【
Age】
29 【
Sexuality】
Heterosexual【
Birth Place】
Southarbour, though many seem to think he is from the deserts far to the South.【
Nation/Allegiance】
Now, allegiance would infer loyalty, and Orwen isn't loyal to anyone but himself.【
Profession】
Slave trader, investor and general contact for all things illegal and dangerous. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Personality】
Now, Orwen isn't exactly a very friendly person, but that doesn't mean he never smiles.. He just smiles at things that others' don't smile at, such as the cry of a 2 year old baby being sold to some fat old man who lives in a castle somewhere, who has need of the babies mother. Or perhaps he would smile at the death of a man who attempted to double-cross him, to steal coin out of his pocket when everyone knew that that coin was rightfully Orwens' coin. Maybe Orwen would even smile at, say.. a slave being raped in the dead of the night, before she were to be tossed back into her shed. He would smile and say “Such is the way of life, big fish eat small fish..” while rubbing together the coins he had just been paid for the slave.
And that defines Orwen in a nutshell: a kill or be killed mentality, where everything is allowed to gain profit, survival or pleasure. Normally a pretty interesting personality trait but even more so when placed in the hands of someone who sees money in everything; yes, when you're talking about a person who would sell their own mother you're talking about Orwen of Sudernlan, who has not enslaved his own mother, but has most certainly enslaved rowdy familymembers and sold them to a filthy merchant who needed a rowingman. Or five, because ofcourse Orwen isn't evil enough to leave the children without father.. But oh, there is certainly the rumour that he's sold his own mother and Orwen hasn't attempted to disprove this statement. Fear is a powerful tool, he says.
With slavery bussiness comes a sadistic personality, if not from birth then it will certainly grow on you as you whip slaves into a line, smack them into a cage or backhand them into their shed. He's frequently taken to the prisons and slave sheds to pick an unwilling target and experiment on them, and when he says experiment he means torture them for no goal other than personal pleasure. “Experimental science” it's called, and there's always a black market to be found for some crazy person in the north who wishes to sacrifice to his gods, or some sinner in the south who wants to copulate with a dead body. Ask and you shall receive; if there's no supply then Orwen takes great pleasure in assuring that there is a supply created for you! All it takes is some fun nights in the cellar and boom! You have a dead body ready for sale. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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History】
Orwen was truthfully born in Southarbour, though he'd hate to admit it. The place reeks of slaves, piss and shit and Orwen absolutely detests having to stay there, even if he's earning coin. His father was a poor sod, always drunk in the local inn getting it on with whores and perhaps a goat or horse if he felt like it. The relationship with his father was.. shortlived, as his father got skewered on a blade by a guardsman after the tenth time being caught satisfying himself with a local farmers' cow. As a result of his untimely death, Orwen spent most his years under tutelage of the local lowlifes, his mother not caring enough to keep him indoors. He was barely 8 when he started stealing for “the Boar”, a man that had cut more throats than he had children. He had a lot of children.
With age he rose through the ranks and as he came of age at the age of 16 he was granted leave from the mans 'company' to start his own company, franchising mostly in “goods otherwise unattainable” and his offers to clients mostly included smuggling stuff around. It wasn't until much later, when he accidentally happened upon a cheap slave girl, barely 16, that he decided on extending into slavery. Given that he'd handled a smuggling bussiness before he certainly had the fleet to undertake a slavery bussiness.
As a starting slave trader, Orwen took some years to learn the trade, but quickly became the number 1 slave trader in the entire known world, having a vast collection of suppliers and buyers. As such, if you ever wished to get “dirt” on someone, Orwen likely knew a thing or two about this person that were, say, damaging to their name. His collection of suppliers ranged from Southern deserts, to the kingdom of Dawn, to even Vahilian outlaws who sold him captured victims. As such he could get you any type of man, woman or child - ebony colored, pale skinned, dark eyes, blue eyes, green eyes, strong, beautiful, ugly or weak, mentally broken and submissive or slaves prone to bouts of uproars - the perfect slave fighter. These slaves were managed by a grand fleet of aproximately 20 ships, some small and some large enough to rival Dawnish fleets, although they always made sure to act as if they were merchants. Pair that with a wide range of bribeable officials in every major city, and you can understand why Orwen is so good at what he does.
As the years passed he amassed a fortune and stopped interfering too much personally in the bussiness, only taking a glimpse every now and then to see if he was still making profits. Currently he resides atop his mountain of coins in his private estate, somewhere on the coast between Southarbour and Sovereign, looking over the ocean while sipping on wine, watching vessels of his own fleet sail to and fro, while a slave girl or two prepare his bath. Life is good. For him, anyway..--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Skills and Abilities】
Orwen can be very charismatic and has been trained, over the years, in talking himself and others out of things, but also in appeasing entire groups by making empty, often meaningless promises. Besides that he also possess a very rich set of contacts and information, something unrivalled throughout the kingdom (although the kings spymasters wish it weren't so). This is not neccesarily a skill or an ability, but they are certainly a way to access skills and abilities of others. Something equally as important. Besides he can swing a mace or flail pretty well and it doesn't take much skill to jam a dagger up someones skull.
Besides that, did I mention he's the biggest funder for the Consano? Money is a skill, too. Atleast if you ask Orwen. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Weapons/Tools and Magic】
Weapons/Tools
Orwen has a nice looking flail hanging on his left hip, attached to a loop of leather hanging from his belt. Besides that he's hidden a dagger in his left innerpocket.
Magical Spells
Magic is for entertainment slaves only. Juggle, juggle, girl! 
