Nervous and jittery little stoat who handles the exports of narcotics and illegal substances around Pyzel Harbour
- Age
- 20
- Gender
- Male
- Eyes
- Wide, dark blue pupils
- Skin Tone/Pigmentation
- Slick brown fur, with a lighter under-belly and muzzle
- Height
- 5’11” (180 cm)
- Weight
- 155 lbs
Slender, sharp, and three aliases deep, Benrich Thatch is a stoat-folk smuggler who keeps Pyzel Harbour’s veins full of things no one will admit buying. He smells faintly of mint, ink, and risk, and moves illicit goods and narcotics with the precision of a dock crane and the charm of a street bard mid-lie. From his “abandoned” riverboat den, Benrich runs a network of chemists, couriers and cutthroats, balancing respect for his ruthless handler Dennis Belrye with just enough sass to keep her guessing. Whether tipping a gang war in someone’s favour, selling potions with questionable side effects or slipping into the marshes, Benrich plays every side for profit because in his world survival is just another form of commerce.
Appearance
Mentality
Personal history
Arrived in Pyzel Harbour around age five, no family or ship’s log to prove origin.
Cut his teeth running petty market scams in Candle Row, later apprenticed under an unnamed Velvet Lantern fence.
Built a reputation as a courier for goods too fragile or illicit for public docks — narcotics, dreamleaf resin, enchanted perishables.
Known for cultivating multiple aliases, each with their own wardrobe, accent, and debt ledger.
Has avoided long-term imprisonment despite at least seven confirmed arrests under false identities.
Ties to both the Velvet Lantern and the Saltsworn Brotherhood — his work keeps their goods moving and their enemies guessing.
person.sexuality
Aromantic Asexual
Known Languages
Common,
Common Sign Language,
Personality
Motivation
Benrich Thatch wants out. Out of the Harbour, out of the Guild’s reach. Every smuggling run, every forged manifest, every risk he takes is another coin stacked toward a future where his aliases can be put to rest. He talks about retiring to the Southern Suns or Lacliosa with the lazy confidence of someone who’s already halfway there, but the truth is grimmer — his deals aren’t just for profit.
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