CIRRUS TRADE-WIND
AerielsMaster Trader and Merchant Prince
"Everything has a price. The wise man simply knows what he's willing to pay.""
Identity
- Residence
- The Floating Bazaar, Caelum
- Civilization
- Aeriels
Appearance
• Physical: Imposing with plumage that has faded from its original brilliant blue to a distinguished steel-grey. His wings are slightly tattered from decades of travel, and he walks with a slight limp from a skycraft crash years ago. His eyes are sharp and calculating, missing nothing. • Clothing: Extravagant robes of imported silk in colors that change with the light, adorned with jewelry from a dozen different cultures. His fingers - both wing and hand - are heavy with rings that mark trade agreements. • Distinguishing Marks: A gold beak-cap that he claims was a gift from a ground-dwelling king. His left wing has a permanent kink from an old injury.
Backstory
Cirrus started with nothing but his wits and a single bag of cloud-crystals. Over two centuries of trading, he's built the most extensive commercial network in Caelum, dealing in everything from ground-level grain to exotic magical components. He claims to have traded with every sentient race in the world and probably has. His wealth is incalculable, but what he truly values is information.
Daily Life
His mornings are spent reviewing trade reports from his far-flung agents. Afternoons are for negotiation - he personally handles only the most important deals. Evenings are for entertainment, hosting elaborate dinners where business and pleasure blur together. He rarely sleeps more than four hours.
Secret
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Story Hooks
- 1 Cirrus needs discrete agents to retrieve a stolen trade agreement that could ruin his reputation if made public.
- 2 He's looking for investors in an expedition to establish a permanent ground-level trading post - something that would be politically explosive if known.