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<blockquote>''People are fools. All of them. The future isn't set, it is a combination of chance, and work. Chance usually wins.'' - Dorn Okar, Iskandean, Beggar and Skeptic</blockquote> | <blockquote>''People are fools. All of them. The future isn't set, it is a combination of chance, and work. Chance usually wins.'' - Dorn Okar, Iskandean, Beggar and Skeptic</blockquote> | ||
=Identity= | |||
;Name:Dorn Okar | ;Name:Dorn Okar | ||
;Title(s) and Rank(s): | ;Title(s) and Rank(s):None | ||
;Culture:[[Iskandean (culture)|Iskandean]] | ;Culture:[[Iskandean (culture)|Iskandean]] | ||
;Profession:Beggar | ;Profession:Beggar | ||
=Description= | |||
;Ethnicity:[[Domic (people)]] | ;Ethnicity:[[Domic (people)]] | ||
;Gender: | ;Gender:Male | ||
;Age: | ;Age:45 years old, (757 YG --) | ||
;Height: | ;Height: 1.42 metres (4 feet 8 inches) | ||
;Build: | ;Build: Medium build, 50.8 kilograms (112 pounds) | ||
: | ;Appearance:Dorn has the darker complexion typical of his Domic ancestry. He has droopy lidded grey-blue eyes. He has a thin black beard and hair giving way to grey at the temples, and well receded past the crown of his scalp. His left leg is missing below the knee, and he moves about with the aid, of a simple wooden crutch. He wears simple wool clothing, with his left pant leg, tied off in a knot below the knee. | ||
=Personality= | |||
:Dorn is a grumpy skeptic. He feels most people are actually fools, who just want to be told everythign will be okay, rather than actually take actions to improve their lot. A keen observer of human behaviour, Dorn has used his knowledge to convince dupes in rigged games of chance, or fake fortune telling. | |||
=About= | |||
;Home: | ;Home:[[Lo Jad]], [[Jad Hiem]], [[Iskander]] | ||
;History: | ;History:Dorn was a fisherman earning a meagre living working on fishing boats owned by some of his wealthier neighbours. That is until he lost half of his left leg to infection resulting from sandfish spines stuck into his calf. He can still fish with a pole and tries a little from the docks and wharves about his home, but he can't crew a boat, or carry bushels and barrels anymore. Now he hangs about the docks and fishmarkets begging and scrounging for his daily meals and a dry bed. | ||
=Connections= | |||
;Familial: | ;Familial: | ||
;Personal: | ;Personal: | ||
;Professional: | ;Professional: | ||
=Stories= | |||
: | :[[Worthless (fifty word fantasy)]] | ||
[[Category:Contemporary Person]] | [[Category:Contemporary Person]] | ||
Revision as of 17:38, 14 June 2019
People are fools. All of them. The future isn't set, it is a combination of chance, and work. Chance usually wins. - Dorn Okar, Iskandean, Beggar and Skeptic
Identity
- Name
- Dorn Okar
- Title(s) and Rank(s)
- None
- Culture
- Iskandean
- Profession
- Beggar
Description
- Ethnicity
- Domic (people)
- Gender
- Male
- Age
- 45 years old, (757 YG --)
- Height
- 1.42 metres (4 feet 8 inches)
- Build
- Medium build, 50.8 kilograms (112 pounds)
- Appearance
- Dorn has the darker complexion typical of his Domic ancestry. He has droopy lidded grey-blue eyes. He has a thin black beard and hair giving way to grey at the temples, and well receded past the crown of his scalp. His left leg is missing below the knee, and he moves about with the aid, of a simple wooden crutch. He wears simple wool clothing, with his left pant leg, tied off in a knot below the knee.
Personality
- Dorn is a grumpy skeptic. He feels most people are actually fools, who just want to be told everythign will be okay, rather than actually take actions to improve their lot. A keen observer of human behaviour, Dorn has used his knowledge to convince dupes in rigged games of chance, or fake fortune telling.
About
- Home
- Lo Jad, Jad Hiem, Iskander
- History
- Dorn was a fisherman earning a meagre living working on fishing boats owned by some of his wealthier neighbours. That is until he lost half of his left leg to infection resulting from sandfish spines stuck into his calf. He can still fish with a pole and tries a little from the docks and wharves about his home, but he can't crew a boat, or carry bushels and barrels anymore. Now he hangs about the docks and fishmarkets begging and scrounging for his daily meals and a dry bed.
Connections
- Familial
- Personal
- Professional
