Orris the Tinker
Nominally an itinerant tinker, doing light metalwork Orris's real calling is the telling of stories. In truth his work as a tinker is not the best and others do those things better - but as a story teller he is supreme and this makes him a welcome visitor in farms and hamlets across the Downs. He has an ear for a good tale and once you have known him for a few years you may well find yourself being entertained by a story you once told him, but that he tells with more conviction, realism and style than you ever could.
He is accompanied in his wanderings by his dog, Janie, who sticks to him like a shadow and is rumoured in the east of his range to be a Fae charmed by his tales.
He is accompanied in his wanderings by his dog, Janie, who sticks to him like a shadow and is rumoured in the east of his range to be a Fae charmed by his tales.
Some folk'll believe anything - Janie's mother was my brother's dog and I was there the night she took to Orris.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Orris is silent on the subject of his history before arriving in the Downs in the mid 1980's. What is clear is that he is not from the area and since arriving he has pursued his trade in the region east of the Adur.
Education
It is rumoured that he has spent time at the Autumn Court, which might account for his uncanny knack of telling stories.
Employment
Tinker and freelance story teller.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Orris lives to tell stories - to pass them around and let them blossom in a dozen places.
Vices & Personality flaws
Unable to settle down, he rarely stays in the same place for more than a few days before moving on. He says it's his trade that calls for this, but he seems more driven than that.
Current Location
Species
Year of Birth
1960
Children
Hair
Long and grey, often worn in a queue.
Height
5'8"
Weight
Not enough.
Quotes & Catchphrases
How should I know if they all lived happily ever after? Some of them are still alive!
Orris's tales are more than just the words - the restless movement of his eyes, the waving of his arms, the gestures of his whole body. He sits, he stands, he prowls the room with his voice now soft and low, now load and harsh, now fearful, excited or nervous as the story calls for. The words by themselves seem only the half of it.
Orris's Tales Include
(More to follow when they have been collected)
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