Name: Dolsa Terulin
Age: 37
Appearance:
Pale skinned from the lack of light in the under world of Hive Saiden, Dolsa is a rather hairy and slightly overweight fellow. He's got a fair bit of muscle to his arms, and he's worked hard his whole life. He's got brown eyes, a blunt nose, a balding scalp, and a decent sized mustache and beard.
Personality and Background:
Dolsa owns and runs a small bakery in the under hive. Despite being such a small business, his bread and baked goods are reputable, and he has a steady stream of customers. They are far ranging, but most would never be allowed to show themselves in any upper class establishment. He hears a lot of muttering and rumors about the actions of gangers in the area near his business, but he has done well at staying out of trouble for most of his life, aside from a few run ins with robbers, muggers and the like. In his environment, the concept of insurance hardly exists, so the few times his bakery has been broken into, the price was harsh. He keeps to his own. He has no true friends or family, just some common customers he engages in small talk with.
He cares nothing for the greater going ons of the world around him. If something does not directly affect him or his business he feels he has no time or energy to put toward it. The only things he cares about are his business and trying to enjoy his free time spent in his down trodden congested underhive apartment, sleeping in when he can afford to and coming up with new recipes, if he can bothered to even do that.
Weapons: A rather good set of bread knives and metal spatulas. He also keeps a metal pipe in the corner of his shop to fend away petty thieves.
He knows many of his customers are in significant gangs. He feeds them well, hoping if they are happy with his shop, they will leave him alone.
Equipment: Not much beyond his baking appliances and food supplies.
Age: 37
Appearance:
Pale skinned from the lack of light in the under world of Hive Saiden, Dolsa is a rather hairy and slightly overweight fellow. He's got a fair bit of muscle to his arms, and he's worked hard his whole life. He's got brown eyes, a blunt nose, a balding scalp, and a decent sized mustache and beard.
Personality and Background:
Dolsa owns and runs a small bakery in the under hive. Despite being such a small business, his bread and baked goods are reputable, and he has a steady stream of customers. They are far ranging, but most would never be allowed to show themselves in any upper class establishment. He hears a lot of muttering and rumors about the actions of gangers in the area near his business, but he has done well at staying out of trouble for most of his life, aside from a few run ins with robbers, muggers and the like. In his environment, the concept of insurance hardly exists, so the few times his bakery has been broken into, the price was harsh. He keeps to his own. He has no true friends or family, just some common customers he engages in small talk with.
He cares nothing for the greater going ons of the world around him. If something does not directly affect him or his business he feels he has no time or energy to put toward it. The only things he cares about are his business and trying to enjoy his free time spent in his down trodden congested underhive apartment, sleeping in when he can afford to and coming up with new recipes, if he can bothered to even do that.
Weapons: A rather good set of bread knives and metal spatulas. He also keeps a metal pipe in the corner of his shop to fend away petty thieves.
He knows many of his customers are in significant gangs. He feeds them well, hoping if they are happy with his shop, they will leave him alone.
Equipment: Not much beyond his baking appliances and food supplies.
