Name:
Requan (meaning 'Shark') Cammael

Age:
38 years

Physical Description:
Dark, rough skin tanned from years in the sun. Chestnut to black hair that he wears long. A tall man standing at 6"2 and with a lean build. His face is like worn leather and a small white scar travels from his nose and ending as a slice on his upper lip. He possesses an age-less quality that all Evendim people inherit. His eyes are tawny and narrow. He keeps trim facial hair and dresses well, but plainly. He walks with strength to defy his years and is well-muscled from running a battalion. His ear piercings are the only things that betray his former life, and his earrings tend towards the heavily ornamental and extravagant.

Personality/ Attitude:
Ambiguous. Requan is very quiet and his motives are never clear. He never gets excitable and when he speaks, he doesn't say a word more than necessary. In all ways he could appear mellow and laidback except for the glint in his eye that tells of a deeper business he runs. He is a man of the most frightening intelligence and extensive knowledge, scientific and social. Surprisingly Requan's vice is illicit substances. A long-time opium addict, his dependence upon the opiates has not affected his ability to function in later years. Secretive, private, polite, he is every bit the normal citizen, but then he'd tell you that normal is quite underrated.

Brief History:
As a young man Requan burned off lots of testosterone and excess energy by living as an Evendim pirate. Quickly rising through the ranks by his preternatural observation and keen political manipulation, he captained many ships and his successful career in thievery has left him an incredibly wealthy man. His days of piracy first introduced him to opiates and was the beginning of his addiction, and he went through several withdrawals, crashes and faced near-death twice. However in these years he was also exposed to many foreign lands and has travelled all over the map from Karse, Rethwellan, the Eastern Empire, the plains of the Shin'a'in, some of the Tayledras lands, Hardorn and now back to Valdemar. He returns to Haven City as an information broker and a force in the black market. With many foreign connections he can provide essential information, political and social commentary, not to mention exotic (illegal) goods and narcotics. The Guards and Heralds aren't sure what to do with him other than always keep a close eye on him. He has aided them with information, political advice, simple scientific knowledge garnered from places outside of Valdemar and aided shadier characters, and opposing countries alike without discrimination, not to mention his illegal merchantry. His simple, yet odd, set of morals, and lack of malicious intent, however, are what keep him under the radar. He understands the ins and outs and ways of the world and its relation to Valdemar better than anyone else, and his hobby-like attitude to his intricate workings and dealings make him both threatening and non-threatening simultaneously.

Goals in life:
None. He has accomplished all he wishes and lives his day to day life in comfortable contentment and excitement. Useful, for dealing with dagger-happy clients, when he's not loathe to go.

Gifts:
Magic is not for him. When he wants a mage, he'll buy their services

Position:
Information broker, political sauvant. Also a merchant in many things illegal.