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Orrin is a trader and sea captain *cough*Damndirtysmuggler*cough* from Londinium who has moved to Grantabrugge due to a few unpaid debts and to try and profit amidst the chaos of a free riverport. When not selling cheap, tacky or dubious goods (which have included terribly unrealistic false moustaches), he can usually be found shanking invading monsters in whatever passes for a back, then going through their pockets for loose change. So far he's only found a disembodied finger, but he lives in hope. Created because of an desire to play a heavily-armed version of CMOT Dibbler.
OOC goals:
Memes: 1. Who are you?: Orrin Kent, now what are you looking for mate, bet I can set you up.
2.Brothers or sisters? One in most ports in Wessex, I'd wager.
3. Age? *shiftyeyes* Ain't saying.
4. Height? This tall, chum.
5. Are you a virgin? I get my laundry done often enough, know what I mean? Er, know any Johnites can keep shut about what they're curing? In future right?
6. Married? Hah, no!
7. Kids? Hope I never find out.
8. Favourite food? Brandy.
9. Killed anyone? Probably. Folk tried to rip me off a few times, loony buggers raiding this pub...
10. Got any secrets? A few yeah, if the shillies are good for em.
11. Love anyone? Me.
12. What's your job? I can sail damn near any small trader's boat, find you a bargain, used to do a bit of professional scouting too.
13. Boy or girl? *strokes beard* Seriously?
14. What do you do to relax? Spend it on a few of the classier things.
16. Let’s say you have a person who you really care about but she/he doesn’t know about your feelings. How do you tell her? Get drunk with her?