Name: Tanvir Gill
Age: 18 [born winter 1779]
Occupation: Apprentice Accountant
Appearance
Veer is average in height, but wiry thin -- thin enough that he becomes all ankles, pointed chin and cheekbones, sharp elbows and knees beneath the shape of his jacket and pants.
His skin is a dark, warm olive, with a dark beauty mark near his nose under his right eye. This, coupled with the reddish tint of his hair [made redder with natural dyes] and the near-gold of his eyes marks him clearly as from Nipoor, and can mean trouble from a certain crowd.
His clothing counters it. Mostly. Due to his father's wealth, Veer is able to purchase expensive, well-fitted clothes, and if he went for common blues and greys and browns, it would help him blend in. Unfortunately, he doesn't. He goes for blazes of color that speak to his heritage -- and, of course, to his interest in a little bit of attention.
Personality
A natural skill with numbers and mathematics could mean that Veer could step easily into his father's footsteps, handling the estates of half the young Lordlings in the city. Unfortunately, a natural unwillingness to do as he's told counters this -- gets him into trouble often enough to counter whatever good he might have done. Usually Veer's cravat is loosened, his eyes sharp from too much drink [or too much something else] and he's sporting at least one bruise somewhere visible, from picking fights or stupid stunts or who-knows-what-else.
He's somewhat obsessed with having the best things. Not just the nicest things, but the best, the most cutting edge, the freshest edge of fashion and weaponry and technology. Most of it he gets out of his father, from his monthly stipend, but some of the more questionable purchases come from equally questionably jobs pulled for shady men.
It's not all bad, though. Perhaps Veer chooses poor friends, but once he's chosen them, he's an extremely loyal ally to have, with a fine-tuned focus. It's just a pity that it can't be turned in the right direction.
Skills
Numbers will always be Veer's best talent, but beyond tallies and easy calculations, he has also learned a bit of skill with a dagger, and a decent amount of self-defense. Add to this some working knowledge of pistols, easy recognition of certain drugs, and a fearlessness in the shadier parts of town, and he is built to be the perfect thug.
Instead, he uses it to make a bit of extra money, helping with the distribution of a certain beloved drug.
History
Veer's family came over from Nipoor when he was still a child, which means he has very few memories of the place. Other than the bustle of a busy marketplace, a memory tinged with the unpleasant sense of lost mother, everything else is replaced with the neat brick and stone buildings of Sunderland.
Here, of course, his life has been good: his father wealthy enough that Veer got the best schooling, and very little hard work, other than the bare minimum required in his 'apprenticeship' to the family business. He wastes time with thug school friends from school, drinks too much and gets into fights. Sometimes he wanders his way into certain low-brow theaters...
