Player: Yoink.
Position: Brothel Master (In Stormstead).
Full name: Habarre.
Bio: A rather suave, swarthy-skinned fellow with wiry black hair, not too tall or imposing but with
wary eyes and an angular face reminiscent of a predatory bird, Habarre wears a moustache of the
most awe-inspiring proportions to accentuate his darkly handsome appearance.
Born the bastard son of a Selenid peasant girl and a passing soldier of unknown descent, Habarre's mother
carted him amongst the many camp-followers of the army his father belonged to, until the latter's death from infection.
Shunned by her family for her immoral behaviour, she took her child and wandered the land as a vagabond,
relying on what she could beg or forage before eventually joining up with a band of gypsies, doing all those
less-than-appreciated things gypsies are known for.
By this time Habarre was approaching adulthood, and his mother, not wanting the life of a gypsy for her son,
took him to Eldanic lands and eventually managed to secure him a place as a small-town herbalist's apprentice; not exactly
glamorous but she had passed on more than enough herbal knowledge to the boy, and he had a secure place to live.
His mother simply said her farewells and disappeared back the way she came.
The boy excelled in his work, impressing the apothecary with both his knowledge and his eagerness to experiment.
The old man worried, however, at his student's great interest in narcotic substances... But then, none of the
other boys in this tiny village had any interest whatsoever in working for him, so he mostly kept his mouth
shut. Habarre, swiftly growing into adulthood, proved himself an able businessman, securing far more profitable
deals for the herbalist in and around the town, securing better prices with suppliers and even, on one notable
occasion, convincing a trader from some far-off land to part with a monkey in exchange for curing his terrible
dental problems. (The creature was intended as a test subject for new pharmaceuticals, but thanks to the old
apothecary's soft heart ended up as a pet.)
With his silver tongue, good looks and head for business, Habarre became an upstanding citizen of the town,
making friends, improving his skills and expanding the apothecary's business until they supplied the entire
region with remedies, (Not to mention bedding half the nubile young females in the town) and as such it was
quite a surprise when the young man decided to move on.
Not content with supplying drugs to some Eldanic backwater, he set his sights on no less than the very capital
of Windheath: Stormstead. Packing a satchel with some rations, herbs and alchemic supplies, and saying a
heartfelt goodbye to the apothecary, Habarre set off to make a real fortune. He was just turned 21,
and was already taking after his mother's side in a way- despite looking like the mixed-blood mongerel he was,
the young man was firmly a Selenid when it came to cutthroat bargaining, coercion and underhanded deals.
Upon his arrival in Stormstead he quickly asked around, tracking down and purchasing a run-down, disused
warehouse and hiring a team of cheap labour to renovate it. After that, it was just simply a matter of tracking
down some local "talent" (i.e purchasing a batch of discount slaves) and 'The Drifting Chemise' brothel held its
not-so-grand opening just in time for the coronation celebrations.
Traits or resources:
Skilled Apothecary: +1 to identifying/sourcing useful herbs and processing them into narcotic substances.
"Heavens no, I don't touch the stuff myself! But one puff of this stuff and they can't get another dose quickly enough."
Dat 'stache: +1 to all charisma rolls, as well as negotiations, bargaining etcetera.
"Yea verily, his was the moustache of legends. Spoken of in hushed voices across the land, 'tis the mightiest of facial hair."
((Sorry for the horrid formatting, I typed it out in notepad first.
Is this okay?))
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