"Money, women, and power. What more could I ask for?"
Appearance
Lithe and muscular, Aeron stands at a modest five foot nine inches. He weighs in at one hundred and seventy pounds of scrappy muscle and sinew. His shoulders are broad and his palms are calloused from a childhood filled with hard work.
His face is angular, with a wide jaw and a slightly crooked nose. His lips always seemed to be curled in a secretive smile, like he knows something about the world that no one else is privy to. His eyes are slate-grey and heavily lidded. His shoulder-length hair frames his face, though oftentimes he wears it oiled and swept back. He allows his stubble to grow out to complete his devil-may-care appearance.
Most days, Aeron wears a silk shirt and a light cloak. He wears tight leather breeches and a pair of fine leather boots with silver buckles, along with several silver rings on his slim fingers.
Personality
Aeron is duplicitous and manipulative. He was born with a silver tongue and has spent most of his life talking himself out of trouble. He plants seeds of doubt in the minds of his enemies and is relentless when attacking their flaws. He doesn't trust easily, and when he does finally begin to trust someone, they should -by no means- take that as reason to trust him. He is sly and cunning, using his intelligence to outwit his opponents and take whatever catches his eye.
Despite his unsavory nature, Aeron is a rather charming character. He knows what to say and when to say it and always seems to find himself the center of attention. He loves the attention. Despite being such a charming cad, he rarely has long lasting relationships. To him, women are objects and men are pawns on a colossal playing board.
A man like Aeron Darkhair doesn't see people; he only sees opportunities.
History
Born on the 36th of Winter 489 AV, Aeron was the bastard son of a moderately successful merchant, whelped on a scullery maid in a moment of weakness. Instead of acknowledging his relationship to the child, he began the rumor among his servants that the father of the child was one of the caravan guards. The guard in question was killed on his next outing and the maid was wise enough to keep her mouth shut, lest she be next.
As he passed infancy and into childhood, Aeron began a life of hard work. While very young he helped his mother with her chores, and as he aged he began to take on responsibilities of his own. It was never anything terribly strenuous. He would saddle the horses and sweep the halls when commanded and as he did so he learned the value of listening.
Growing up was not easy. The merchant's legitimate children -two boys older than he, a girl his own age (adopted after the merchant's business partner took his own life), and a younger boy- taunted him about his low station in life. He learned to ignore their insults, as well as attack them in turn with verbal lashings. He received several beatings from the merchant for this behavior, but this only served to make him bitter towards his so-called "provider". Briefly, in his teenage years, there was a flame between the merchant's "daughter" and Aeron. He entertained brief thoughts of eloping with her but the time never quite seemed to be ideal.
He always kept his ears open for new information and used what he learned to his own advantage. On the rare occasions that he wasn't performing menial tasks, he was in the library studying old texts and some of the merchant's old business ledgers.
He learned quickly, picking up bits and pieces of business knowledge as he went. As he aged, he was given more tasks, finally becoming the merchant's scribe when the old man discovered the lad's knack for reading and writing. With access to the merchant's personal ledgers and business invoices, he began selling information to other merchants in Ravok -and on the rare occasions that he was taken along with the merchant on business trips - and several other cities in the Sylira region. It was on these trips that he wanted to experience all of the things the merchant had.
When the merchant finally died he willed everything to his oldest son, who was much more shrewd than his father had ever been. Realizing that his present lifestyle would land him in a pot of boiling oil, Aeron did the one generous thing of his entire life. He gave the mizas he had earned to his mother and left the mansion, setting off on his own and taking only a rapier from the back of the manor's armory. He began searching for jobs, illicit and legitimate, and attempted to get his hands in as many dirty businesses that he could.
Relationships
None insofar.
