<div class="floatright">(http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2014/326/c/d/golden_eyes_by_reykat-d87bmu0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zidir ibn Hajar<br/><strong>Player:</strong>Sain<br/><strong>Concept:</strong>Deceptive slave trader<br/><strong>Trouble:</strong>Zidir's old friends who went deeper into the shadowy life of Sha'ib have begun to harass him to join them and basically become the front for a criminal gang. However, he would rather anything than see the effort put into the business crumble like that.<br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Bi<br/><strong>On’s:</strong>Obedience, Cunning, Status, submissive partners, exotic races.<br/><strong>Off’s:</strong>Blood, pain, not being in control.<br/><strong>Race or People:</strong>Hadaree with a distant efreeti ancestor.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Hair: Dark grey<br/>Eyes: Orange<br/>Height: 1.81 m / 5’ 11”<br/>Weight: 68 kg / 150 lb<br/><br/><strong>Description:</strong>Zidir is a Hadaree of average height with a nimble athletic frame. His skin is dark with a touch of grey. He keeps his hair well combed and appearance fresh, wearing mostly heavy robes of very light colors without any obvious jewelry or trophies to mark his wealth. He often keeps the lower half of his face hidden under perfume dipped cloth. There is a clever inquisitive look in his faintly glowing eyes that becomes rather visible in low illumination.<br/><br/><strong>One Unique Thing:</strong>Zidir has an easy time walking in the dark, but is also remarkably easy to spot.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Very manipulative tends to say just the things you want to hear and with the right tone of voice, but only to serve his own ends. This sugary mannerism of his is so deeply engraved in Zidir’s spine that it is no longer a mask that he can shed off. Sometimes other people close to him happen to fall under the definition of his own ends, but Zidir is never quick to trust people so the process of building such friendship takes either time of a few very convincing displays. Zidir is most often quite comfortable and relaxed in his mannerism and thoughts (after all he is pretty well off), but when in crisis he tends to seek isolation so that he might meditate alone.<br/><br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Sleight of hand magic tricks, Negotiations, Rumours, Reading people, Knowing the right people<br/><br/><strong>Residence:</strong>A rather large house in Sha’ib. A stone building with two stories and a basement. Plenty of room for ‘guests’ and more for hiding things that need to be kept discrete.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Zidir had a humble beginning. He was just a boy on the streets of Sha’ib with a lazy father with a quick temper. In the past he had been someone of importance, or so he would claim, but to Zidir he was ever only a husk of a man whose only shared trait with his son were the orange glow in their eyes. Even a mention of mother would send him chasing the boy with a rod in hand. It was not a childhood of plenty or comfort. With hopeful eyes little Zidir stared from the narrow alleys at the wealthy who passed by, but he had ambition and could not just sit idle. He was among many little children of Sha’ib who made a living by pushing their way to the crowds and gatherings to steal from under the adult’s noses. This was life back then. Many an adventure and fights were had with the other children of Sha’ib and Zidir learned early that his fists alone were not a good answer to violence. He learned to lie talk way through trouble. Lies, flattery, bribes and even intimidation became his knife.<br/><br/>Being sharper than the witless goons and thieves he matured with, Zidir noticed early that this way of life would not lead him to where he wanted to be. Sure enough they could snatch a good load every now and then and that would bring joy for a few nights, but it was never enough. He thought and he thought hard, withdrawing from his former friends. What would a street rat of Sha’ib do to earn like an Emir? Zidir still remembers that sensation of realization he had when he turned one morning to look out of the window and saw starving orphans look with longing faces at the luscious and happy slaves of a passing noble.<br/><br/>It all began so small and so very awkward. A lot of mistakes one can make when starting a slave trade and Zidir fell for at least half of them. Luckily for him he knew the right people and the right words with which to attract his first guests, poor girls exchanged their life for stolen bread and pretty promises. He did not think twice of their fate back then when a suspicious looking effendi bought them for a few coins. Neither did his father’s passing move Zidir in any direction but the positive. He cared not for the blight of others then, being consumed by his own greed and self admiration for his ‘genius’ to come up with such a path.<br/><br/>A year hence some Pasha and Mir began to appear among the clients and as time passed more prestigious buyers dared to give Zidir’s establishment a chance. Time passed and with it the current of money which  flowed through grew. Zidir poured much of it into building the house large and luxurious as well as to furnish it.<br/><br/>Curiously enough with the worst of his greed satisfied, the man had time to think once more on what he valued. He spent more and more time engaging in idle chatter with those slaves that he had chosen to instead of being sold to help around. Past the early twenties Zidir became increasingly compassionate and while he still puts his own success above most others, there are now several people of the slave house and a few outside friends whom he counts as something akin to a family.<br/><br/>Zidir’s place in the city is deeply rooted, having already worked as a slave merchant for more than ten years, his reputaion is widespread. There are of course rival merchants and those whom he has stepped on in his climb to this spot that might wish harm upon him, but much vaster is his web of connections that spreads from some lowly slum workers to nobles. Although he no longer does thievery, Zidir sometimes still helps connect some shadier people with the people they need.<br/><br/><strong>Equipment:</strong><br/>-Clean heavy clothing that protects from weather without sacrificing comfort.<br/>-A very simple dagger.<br/>-Hidden pouch with money.