Dehrad Nassira
Dehrad Erfan-Mazyar Omid Nassira
A nosy merchant from far away Tahat, a deceptively dangerous figure with dozens of tales told of his nefarious deeds by lowly beggars ruined and decrepit in the streets.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Nothing about Dehrad Nassira's physical state is notable, he is average in size, average in build and has no consistent signs of wear and tear on his body despite his appearance of being in his late 30's. Nassira does sometimes complain of a consistent cough that has bothered him for years though oddly he has never shown this to be the case.
Body Features
Again, utterly unremarkable is the physicality of the eastern merchant as he seems to have the body of someone who has never suffered a bad fall or broken a bone in all his life. Nassira's physical condition is reported by certain ladies of the night who have spent the night in the company of the man and claim to have been mystified by it.
Facial Features
Sporting a bushy, well-trimmed beard and mustache, Nassira is well-groomed and beyond orderly in appearance, a fact he states is born from his own apprehension to filth.
Physical quirks
Nassira makes a habit of asking for permission quite a lot, whether this be to continue a conversation or enter a home where he feels it necessary to get the consent of others to continue. This seemingly stems from the politeness and courtesy Nassira gives in all walks of life as he also seems to make a habit of donating to beggars in the street and engaging with them in a cordial and almost showman-like act.
Apparel & Accessories
Known to always wear his turban, even when asleep, and for its seemingly magical ability to never become undone, wrinkled or misshapen in any way despite Nassira's constant wearing of it.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
The eastern merchant calling himself Dehrad Erfan-Mazyar Omid Nassira is a well-known yet poorly understood figure, the merchant himself says he was born in the far eastern town of Tahat however none who have spoken with him, no matter how well-traveled ever claim to have known of the place. Nassira himself comes off as well-versed in vocabulary and so respectful and helpful some can be forgiven to find it unnerving. Everyone who is helped by this merchant, who seems to sell nothing but silver trinkets, claims to not have told Nassira of their troubles or of their need for his help. Word of this merchant of information has followed him as he has headed west into lands of bumbling fools, desperate debtors, and posh aristocrats. All who know him say that can't help but appreciate his aid but many are put off by his overeager helpfulness and positivity.
Some stories, however, told by blind and crippled beggars tell an entirely different story, that of Nassira approaching them at their lowest point and offering them an exit from it, a gift in his own words. Nassira's gifts however aren't given for free as he demands access to certain personal spaces or items of those he has loaned his gift. Once given any form of access, Nassira acts as nothing but a gracious guest, he dines and drinks with his new prey till the crack of dawn. However, the following night, the victim understands what inviting Nassira into their lives has cost them, for he demands a return for whatever he has given and many wake up unable to speak or touch or see or hear. It seems the eastern merchant takes what his victim holds dear, seemingly what they try to keep safe from all others. To some he takes the property, leaving the victim homeless, to some he takes the family, ripping a healthy family apart with paranoia, betrayal, and hatred. Even to some, some who have not been the same since their dealings with Nassira, he apparently takes their joy, giving them 3 days of unbridled and unparalleled excess and surplus before kicking away the foundation and leaving a soulless husk of a person, utterly devoid of thought, feeling or emotion. One would never suspect Nassira of being capable of such things as he is always helpful and always ready to meet disrespect with kindness and restraint.
One notorious tale told by a distraught, homeless, former noble named Philipp van Anterhaus says that he bumped into Nassira in the market one day and became enamored with the exotic trader, generously bringing him back home for a meal. The noble claimed to have drunk heavily with the merchant who he grew suspicious of, after having not appeared intoxicated at all after downing several vases worth of high-quality wine. Questioning his new guest, van Anterhaus challenged him to explain his wine trick as he was obviously not affected by it to which Nassira asked if he wished to know the truth or a lie? van Anterhaus claimed to want to know the truth to which Nassira claimed to have been older than wine and thus unable to be dominated by it, van Anterhaus quizzically asked what he meant by this and Nassira told him frankly that he was older than wine, older than houses, older than civilization which bore wine and even older than every star in the night sky. van Anterhaus questioned him further and asked to have these claims proven to which Nassira responded in a puzzling way, by asking van Anterhaus if he wished to know Nassira's real name. van Anterhuas, already visibly shaken let his curiosity get the better of him and answered yes before Nassira revealed his name to him, a name that van Anterhaus refuses to repeat.
Nassira is then said to have very slowly morphed into a monstrous visage over the course of their conversation, a form van Anterhaus described as if a wild animal were pretending to be human. Now thoroughly convinced he had invited a demon or some type of entity into his home, van Anterhaus asked what Nassira's intentions were to which the merchant responded that he already had what he wanted and that it was just a matter of "filling out the paperwork" as he put it. van Anterhaus politely asked Nassira to leave to which he agreed, bidding goodbye to "Philipp", as he frighteningly called him as van Anterhaus had never revealed his first name to the man. Wishing van Anterhaus a good day and a good life, the eastern merchant departed the van Anterhaus estate frightening the groundskeepers and servants by singing a tune called "When the Silver Man comes".
It was after this encounter with Nassira that the life of Philipp van Anterhaus quickly spiraled into the dirt as the nobleman became paranoid in private and in public leading to his wife divorcing him, the shipments he had put down significant investment continually sinking at sea. Financially ruined, van Anterhaus' home was repossessed and he was forced into the destitute life he can now be found, a sickly wreck of a man with endless fear behind his eyes. Whatever Nassira had done, he had somehow ruined the life of a successful man according to van Anterhaus and the former nobleman says that every now and then a vase with a drop of wine in it shows up near where he sleeps, perhaps a final message from the eastern silver merchant.
Some stories, however, told by blind and crippled beggars tell an entirely different story, that of Nassira approaching them at their lowest point and offering them an exit from it, a gift in his own words. Nassira's gifts however aren't given for free as he demands access to certain personal spaces or items of those he has loaned his gift. Once given any form of access, Nassira acts as nothing but a gracious guest, he dines and drinks with his new prey till the crack of dawn. However, the following night, the victim understands what inviting Nassira into their lives has cost them, for he demands a return for whatever he has given and many wake up unable to speak or touch or see or hear. It seems the eastern merchant takes what his victim holds dear, seemingly what they try to keep safe from all others. To some he takes the property, leaving the victim homeless, to some he takes the family, ripping a healthy family apart with paranoia, betrayal, and hatred. Even to some, some who have not been the same since their dealings with Nassira, he apparently takes their joy, giving them 3 days of unbridled and unparalleled excess and surplus before kicking away the foundation and leaving a soulless husk of a person, utterly devoid of thought, feeling or emotion. One would never suspect Nassira of being capable of such things as he is always helpful and always ready to meet disrespect with kindness and restraint.
One notorious tale told by a distraught, homeless, former noble named Philipp van Anterhaus says that he bumped into Nassira in the market one day and became enamored with the exotic trader, generously bringing him back home for a meal. The noble claimed to have drunk heavily with the merchant who he grew suspicious of, after having not appeared intoxicated at all after downing several vases worth of high-quality wine. Questioning his new guest, van Anterhaus challenged him to explain his wine trick as he was obviously not affected by it to which Nassira asked if he wished to know the truth or a lie? van Anterhaus claimed to want to know the truth to which Nassira claimed to have been older than wine and thus unable to be dominated by it, van Anterhaus quizzically asked what he meant by this and Nassira told him frankly that he was older than wine, older than houses, older than civilization which bore wine and even older than every star in the night sky. van Anterhaus questioned him further and asked to have these claims proven to which Nassira responded in a puzzling way, by asking van Anterhaus if he wished to know Nassira's real name. van Anterhuas, already visibly shaken let his curiosity get the better of him and answered yes before Nassira revealed his name to him, a name that van Anterhaus refuses to repeat.
Nassira is then said to have very slowly morphed into a monstrous visage over the course of their conversation, a form van Anterhaus described as if a wild animal were pretending to be human. Now thoroughly convinced he had invited a demon or some type of entity into his home, van Anterhaus asked what Nassira's intentions were to which the merchant responded that he already had what he wanted and that it was just a matter of "filling out the paperwork" as he put it. van Anterhaus politely asked Nassira to leave to which he agreed, bidding goodbye to "Philipp", as he frighteningly called him as van Anterhaus had never revealed his first name to the man. Wishing van Anterhaus a good day and a good life, the eastern merchant departed the van Anterhaus estate frightening the groundskeepers and servants by singing a tune called "When the Silver Man comes".
It was after this encounter with Nassira that the life of Philipp van Anterhaus quickly spiraled into the dirt as the nobleman became paranoid in private and in public leading to his wife divorcing him, the shipments he had put down significant investment continually sinking at sea. Financially ruined, van Anterhaus' home was repossessed and he was forced into the destitute life he can now be found, a sickly wreck of a man with endless fear behind his eyes. Whatever Nassira had done, he had somehow ruined the life of a successful man according to van Anterhaus and the former nobleman says that every now and then a vase with a drop of wine in it shows up near where he sleeps, perhaps a final message from the eastern silver merchant.
Employment
Merchant of Silver jewelry
Intellectual Characteristics
Coniving
Moralistic
Moralistic
Morality & Philosophy
Unknown
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Unknown
Likes & Dislikes
Nassira is known to utterly detest disrespect or aggressive posturing, he sees brute force and brutality as unacceptable and breaking what he calls "the civil contract of man". However, when Nassira is shown kindness, respect, and even a modicum of friendship, he is known to return it, see the case of Madam Maria Elezoroe who showed Nassira respect and kindness by welcoming him into her home for tea which ended when discussing her own night terrors to which Nassira is apparently to have told her
"oh the terrors, I have an inkling they will end soon m'lady... for you anyhow".
Madam Elezoroe reported that her nightmares ended soon after, replaced with pleasant dreams of her late husband Ennio.
"oh the terrors, I have an inkling they will end soon m'lady... for you anyhow".
Madam Elezoroe reported that her nightmares ended soon after, replaced with pleasant dreams of her late husband Ennio.
Personality Quirks
For seemingly no reason, Nassira is known to whistle and snap his fingers at random points in conversation or when strolling through town, when asked why he does this, Nassira claims to have been told by his father to "whistle for those who can't and snap for those without the fingers".
Hygiene
Stemming from his seeming apprehension toward uncleanliness and filth, Nassira is a strong advocate of bathing and maintaining a clean body and visage.
Social
Religious Views
Never one to avoid discussing gods, Nassira often questions his companion on their own beliefs while stating he has little of the piety of the common man, much to his own embarrassment. When questioned about why this is the case, Nassira begins telling the tale of how he felt abandoned by Ahura, the goddess of his homeland, and how he desires to make his own path in a life devoid of any deity's beneficial or ill intentions.
Social Aptitude
Generous, seemingly kind, and courteous at all times, none can say Nassira ever personally offended them in conversation. Whether it be paying for dinner, for drinks, or for an item desired by his companion, Nassira does what he believes will earn him admiration. Rarely, Nassira will lose his patience and while never snapping and berating someone, he can become impatient and hostile should he be interrupted, routinely disrespected or feel as though a harsher tone will get a point across.
Mannerisms
Physically distant and seemingly always a little too close at the same time, Nassira is an interesting presence in conversation as he seemingly says what one wants to hear, nothing at all and also a series of disagreeable statements all to keep an interaction going.
Speech
Speaking in an almost flamboyant way, Nassira can come off as an exotic oddity, a stranger in a land he does not understand quite yet. This, however, seems to be a guise to appear unassuming and harmless as Nassira quickly can drop this act and assume a domineering and assertive presence when the time requires it. Some also claim to have caught Nassira in the act as his eastern Drassid accent disappears during an intense conversation.
Ethnicity
Other Ethnicities/Cultures
Circumstances of Birth
Unknown
Birthplace
Says he was born in a far eastern town of Tahat
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Light Brown
Hair
Long, Straight Brown, Well trimmed beard
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Brown
Height
5'6
Weight
150 lbs
Quotes & Catchphrases
"What is your cause of horror madam? What frightens you most of all? Is it arachnids, is it the deep and endless sea, or perhaps it is the feeling of being watched by someone"
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