Character Name: Silbakor
Age: 18
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Craft/Rank: Trader/Journeyman-Spice
History:
Born in the south, mainly the western continent, it’s all Silbakor’s known growing up; learning the trade routes that lead from hold to hold and to Trine Weyr. His parents were traders of the Camrann Caravan. While his father is still with the caravan, his mother is not. During his sixth turn she left the caravan to go live in one of the holds that they often pass through. Rumors flew. Was it a love affair? Or perhaps his father was cruel to her? Only his mother knows and she’s not talking.

On his eleventh birthing day it was finally time for him to choose his trading path. Without hesitation standing before the Caravan Master, his father, and other master Silbakor said clearly, “Spice. I will be a trader of spice.” The spice master came forward to accept the lad as apprentice. For the following turn he dogged the heels of his master. Picking up the words and trading tricks he would need to know.

As soon as she was old enough to toddle, his sister has followed him around. He never seemed to mind and always looked out for her. When she scrapped her knees, it was Silbakor she ran crying to and not an auntie. Even after he started to mature and everyone else thought he would finally push her aside, he didn’t. There have been rumors of Silbakor becoming the next Caravan Master. If he’s heard them he’s given no sign that he’s noticed. Content with his spice trading Silbakor has shown no interest in becoming the next Caravan Master when the current one is ready to retire.

In the caravan, Silbakor knows two brothers. One, Sogare, he likes for his trading and horsemanship skills. He approves of the young man’s skill in training his own runners. On the other hand he doesn’t like Sogare’s older brother, Tsagare. He feels the lad doesn’t do well at trading and even looks down upon him for being unable to train his own runner.

By a personal request Silbakor has kept his eyes out for wild scarves, beads, and ribbons. He trades them with Salin, a candidate at Trine Weyr.

Description:
When seen for the first time the thing of note is his bulk. At only 5’5” it’s the ripple of muscle under the skin that draws the eye. Many a girl has fawned over that body. His almond-shaped eyes are a coal grey. They seem empty and lifeless until he smiles, then they twinkle with humor. Jet black hair accents the olive of his skin.

When it comes to clothes Silbakor likes to wear tight pants of a dark green. He wears an open vest of a lighter green and never a shirt. The vest has several pockets lined to keep water out for special spices. Around his hips circles a three-finger wide belt of brown leather. It carries a wide variety of pouches. Some hold more spices; some contain small tools that might been needed in an emergency. Say to fix a wheel.

Personality:
From the outside Silbakor seems a very solemn fellow. Smiles are rare and slow to cross his lips. This isn’t because he’s mean; it is him taking his time to think through before he acts. Silbakor isn’t one to give the wrong impression during a situation. The only one who gets all the smiles she wants is his sister. He knows his sister looks up to him and does all he can to encourage her. When something does go wrong, Silbakor will take his time examining the problem before pronouncing his verdict.

Even though he’s a spice trader, some still think he should have been a herdbeast trader. Silbakor has an excellent sense on how to get an animal to do what he wishes without the use of violence. A fact he prides himself highly on, no matter how difficult an animal. He posses a gentle touch and soft word that often will get an animal to do what a whip could not. “A well trained beast is the key to a good trader,” is a phrase Silbakor will swear by. His own black stallion is a fine example of that.

His father was often busy with trading when he and Optheli were small children. As a result Silbakor took up the mantle of protector after their mother left the caravan. He has the attitude of a knight when it comes to defending the honor of others. Insults to himself are easily brushed aside as he knows they are untrue. Silbakor knows he will make courting Optheli hard and is ok with it. He feels she should only get the best.

Occasionally, Silbakor will make a split second judgment on someone. There is no rhyme or reason to it. Taking in a scene he determines a person’s attitude and position. However he fails to account for unusual circumstances and events that can change a person’s behavior. Because of this once his mind is made up about you it is a very hard thing to change.

Silbakor has a high respect for authority. He understands how much hard work it is to reach master rank. Knowledge and experience that comes with master rank, he feels, should be passed on down. Hoarding wisdom to oneself is foolish and detrimental to all. Silbakor values his friends greatly and puts a large amount of trust in them. If you need his help you can certainly count on him being there to back you. In a battle he expects his friends to guard his back exactly as he guards theirs.

Although he won’t admit it out loud he has a reason for being a spice trader. Silbakor has a hidden passion for the spices; the ways they are used in different dishes and which region uses which spices. A favorite past-time is trying foods from different locations then trying to puzzle out the method and spices used in the dish.

Other: Stands only Impression.