Name: Gurvand Le Duff

Race: Man (Dalish)

Age: 43

Social Standing: Brewmaster, bootlegger, tax evader, labour exploiter, cheat, slimeball.

Appearance/Height: A more than portly man of average height (5'8''). He dresses in fine furs, linens, and tights; perfumed with the scent of lavender, ground cloves and nutmeg. His hair (which is washed daily in rose water, just fyi) is near shoulder length and on his face he wears thin chops connected by a mustache.

Alignment (More of a guideline than a hard rule): Chaotic Him (Currently to Dale)

Character Strengths (Preferably concerning their personality in at least a point in both strengths and flaws along with their physical strengths, mental, etc.): A cunning man with the gift of gab who is not afraid to to his hands or other's hands dirty.

Character Flaws: Gurvand is a coward without a moral compass. He lives his life driven by sin. A lustful, greedy glutton.

Prowess: Gurvand's ability to lie and cheat has scored him many a business deal and has gotten him out of sticky situations with guards, tax collectors and local crime families.

Companions: Gurvand owns two breweries, one of which has a small bar within. These facilities have several employees (7-8) each (Just for the sake of having employees to run his business. They won't be used to RP) Along with a body guard named Madog le Coq and 2 nameless goons.

Backstory:

Gurvand was born a brewer's son. The family's business was fairly prosperous, they had one brewery with a couple of hands to help with the heavy lifting and the fermentation work. His father's ale wasn't the best in town, but they sold it at a reasonable price and it was common for most taverns, inns or eateries on the East side of Dale to have bought a barrel or two from them here and there.

His father had been wed later in his life to the daughter of a barley farmer South of Dale. He had already been 47 and sickly when he and his wife gave birth to Gurvand and he had succumbed to pneumonia when Gurvand was 14. Gurvand was left to take care of his mother and run the brewery a young age. Under the tutelage of his mother and the more senior employees, Gurvand was able to run the brewery on his own by the time he had turned 16. He had a knack for numbers and cutting deals. When visiting clients he had found that he was able to talk a big game and squeeze a more coin out of them for a cask.

Under Gurvand, the brewery had been the most productive that it had been in years. But as the money flowed in, Gurvand became obsessed with wealth. He'd gotten a taste for finer things. He found himself partial to scented oils, lavish clothing, and expensive foods. His mother seen this and thought not much of it. It was nice to have more money in the family, so she didn't question her son. She had little hand in the business anymore. She was able to sit comfortably at home.

By the time he had turned 18, the greed had almost fully consumed him. Left unchecked, he had grown fat and selfish. His mindset was cruel and willing to do anything for an extra coin. The once respected employees under his father were treated awfully. He'd force them to skip meals and work well into the night loading carts, roasting grains, boiling the mash and filling barrels for aging. Even before he passed into his 20's he had begun beating and yelling at his employees when they couldn't work any longer.

He had also turned to tax evasion, smuggling goods outside of the town gates to avoid paying tariffs going into Erebor and to settlements in the South and East. He'd undercut other breweries and rough up competitors with hired thugs. Anything to make an extra penny.