Eadu Yittreas
Eadu Yittreas was born beneath the pale towers and winding canals of Alliria, a city renowned for its elegance, learning, and ambition. Yet his life there began not with ceremony or lineage, but with silence. As an infant, Eadu was abandoned in one of the city’s poorer districts, left swaddled in worn cloth near a merchant quarter that rarely drew the notice of Alliria’s patricians. No sigil marked his origin, no note explained his fate. He might easily have vanished into the city’s cracks, one more forgotten child of a sprawling metropolis.
Instead, fate placed him in the path of a modest merchant family whose lives revolved around ledgers, caravans, and the long roads between cities. The Yittreas family had little wealth and less influence, but they possessed something rarer: patience and resolve. They took the child in as their own, giving him their name and raising him among crates of trade goods, market stalls, and the steady rhythm of commerce. From his earliest memories, Eadu learned to count coin, judge quality by touch, and read people as carefully as prices.
His upbringing was neither easy nor cruel. The lower merchant class lived by thin margins, and Eadu understood scarcity early. He learned the value of honest deals, the danger of desperation, and the necessity of adaptability. While other children dreamed of titles or military glory, Eadu learned how to haggle without offense, travel without drawing attention, and survive without being noticed. These lessons shaped him more deeply than any formal schooling ever could.
As he grew older, Eadu embraced the life that had raised him. He became a traveling merchant, following trade routes between cities, ports, and frontier settlements. The road suited him. It offered freedom without rootlessness, purpose without allegiance. Through travel, he saw the vast differences between cultures, laws, and customs, and learned how fragile stability truly was. Every city had its own truths, its own lies, and Eadu learned to navigate both.
Eventually, his journeys led him to Vel Anir, a city far sterner than Alliria, where discipline and strength shaped every street and stone. Where Alliria prized refinement, Vel Anir valued order and power. Eadu found opportunity there nonetheless. The city’s rigid structure created demand for reliable trade, and his reputation as a discreet, dependable merchant allowed him to carve out a modest but steady living. Vel Anir became his residence, if not quite his home.
Appearance
Eadu is a middle-aged human male of average height and weight, with weathered skin and faint lines carved by years of travel. His dark hair has begun to gray, usually kept short and unadorned. His most striking feature is his eyes: deep, sunken, and quietly intense, lending him an unsettling presence when he focuses on someone. He dresses modestly in plain tunics and travel-worn garments, favoring function over style, and is rarely seen without his fez.
Skills and Abilities
• Skilled negotiator and haggler
• Extensive knowledge of trade routes and regional markets
• Strong sense for assessing value and authenticity of goods
• Discreet and cautious traveler
• Adept at reading people and social situations
• Experienced in survival and logistics on long journeys
• Extensive knowledge of trade routes and regional markets
• Strong sense for assessing value and authenticity of goods
• Discreet and cautious traveler
• Adept at reading people and social situations
• Experienced in survival and logistics on long journeys
Personality
Eadu is reserved, observant, and slow to trust. He speaks little but listens carefully, preferring to weigh words before offering his own. He values reliability and honesty, though he understands that truth is often a luxury in commerce. While not unkind, he keeps emotional distance, shaped by a life where attachment often led to loss. Beneath his calm exterior lies a quiet resilience and a deep respect for perseverance over ambition.
Biography & Lore
Eadu Yittreas is not a man driven by destiny or grandeur. His life has been defined by adaptation, by choosing endurance over glory. Though he has never uncovered the truth of his birth, the absence has never fully left him. It lingers as a quiet question rather than an open wound. He does not seek answers aggressively, but neither has he closed the door to the past.
In Vel Anir, he continues his trade, moving goods where they are needed, avoiding attention from those who value power over people. To most, he is simply another merchant.
In Vel Anir, he continues his trade, moving goods where they are needed, avoiding attention from those who value power over people. To most, he is simply another merchant.