
Sektokoros (Koros)
Of Zelix. He’s around five and a half feet tall, a rangy hundred and twenty pounds. He keeps his black hair cut short, and a patchy scruff of beard covers his chin and cheeks. He dresses plainly but favors jewelry, and usually sports rings on his fingers, in his ears, and through his nostril, in addition to garlands of necklaces and bracelets.
Full Description
Hailing from the Island of Zelix, Koros is currently twenty years old, with the angular features and olive complexion typical of his race. He stands a rangy five and a half feet tall, his black hair cut short, his chin and cheeks speckled with patchy scruff. While his clothes are plain and travel-worn, he wears a considerable amount of jewelry: rings on every finger, pearls dangling from his ears, multiple necklaces and bracelets, and a gold hoop in his nostril. He seems to hum with nervous energy, fidgeting constantly with his jewelry or flipping coins across his knuckles.
When pressed about his background, Koros explains that he was born in Zelix City, where he spent a rambunctious youth dreaming of adventure in wider Raeluna. Drawn to the hustle and bustle of the famous Zelixan Flower Market, he eventually began escorting the trading caravans that traveled back and forth between Zelix City and the Hephrolusk Gate. It was on one such trip that he met a great bear of a man named Morran, a merchant from Empyrean looking to expand his business into the lucrative Zelixan flower business. Morran had traveled extensively throughout Raeluna, and Koros was enthralled by his tales of faraway lands and people. The two had plenty of time to bond, as Morran ended up making numerous trips between Zelix City and the Flower Market, and it was during their final meeting outside the Hephrolusk that Morran pressed a glowing platinum coin into Koros’s hand.
“When the star either brightens or fades,” Morran told him, “make your way to the Gellersway Inn on Anvard. There you will find the riches of Alshekal, ripe for the taking.” Koros returned to his job of escorting caravans, waiting in vain for Morran to return, checking the coin each day for any change. Then, many months later, he noticed that the glow had finally faded...