Aran Al'habir - The Storyteller

You wander across the bustling bazaars of the city when an old man, clad in the traditional white garbing of the desert people, catches your eye. Contrary to most, there are no goods in front of him; nonetheless, he is surrounded by a quiet crowd, all of them hanging on his every word. You step closer and catch the last few words of a poem, recited in the melodic voice of the desert folk:
A tale of old,
of desert folk,
of riches great,
of love and hate.

The words seem to echo in the air as his gaze wanders over the crowd with eyes covered under heavy white brows in a weather-beaten face. All of the noise from the bazaar seems to fade in the background as eyes as blue as the desert sky catch yours...

Many might think of Aran Al'habir as simply an old man at first glance, just one more face in the crowd of the bustling bazaars. And while they're certainly not wrong, there is more to him than meets the eye.
Clad in the wide white robes that are a staple among the desert people, a frayed brown turban rides on his brow. A single silver clasp in the form of a crane with a blue sapphire eye holding it together is the only piece of jewelry adorning his clothing. Under the turban, a wrinkled face tells of a life lived to the fullest, one that has seen many desert days and nights. An easy and casual warm smile greets people warmly, crowned by heavy white brows that frame a pair of sky blue eyes, full of wonder and wisdom. Softspoken, with a warm, quiet voice, he is rarely recognized as himself until he begins to tell a tale of the heroes of his time...
Once he starts speaking, his voice seems to change in timbre, painting pictures of faraway lands and adventures - and no one who passes can help but to stop and listen, if even for a little while. Aran Al'habir has seen and met many of the heroes of this time and has made it his life's journey to tell their tales to the common folk, to carry words of their deeds and fallings to all of them. He travels from town to town, through cities and bazaars, to tell of their lives—their rise, their riches, and the end of their story, if there is one. There are no embellishments, no judgments in his stories—just the truth.
Many have heard his stories at some time, even more have met him in passing without ever knowing. But there are a few, a rare kind of people, that he himself might seek out, drawn to them like a moth to the flame. They meet him in seedy taverns, under the starry sky of the desert, in the dark alleys of the cities that no law-abiding citizen would dare enter—but Aran Al'habir finds them there, the heroes and villains of this age. And against all odds, almost all of them are willing to tell this old man about their lives, their deeds, dark and light, their loves, and their losses. Because in the end, who doesn't want to be immortal, forever living on in the wondrous tales of this world?

Ahlan wa sahlan, my dear friends! Gather around, gather around! Let me tell you a story of wondrous adventures, love and desires...

Alignment

Neutral Good

Age

Unknown

Date of Birth

Unknown

Current Residence

Al'nahar - The bronze city

Gender

Male

Hair

White

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Dark and weathered skin, wrinkly from old age with some liver spots

Height

1,68

Weight

177 Stone