Eden Erenford

Oh, who?

Appearance and Character
Oscillates between delusional optimistic mania and grotesque self-loathing. Pretty eyes, even if they look like stupid little inanimate bits of plastic.

Someone else
Born by another name in Lorath, 414. Runs off to Braavos. See Orphaned Braavosi Street Urchin exhibit #126433. Son of no one, heir to nothing, surviving on stolen fistfuls of whale meat plucked straight from the carcass whenever the Ibbenese would haul a fresh Leviathan into the Wharf. Lots of nights spent hunched over gutter fires like a hollow-eyed animal. Sleeping in tiny, scoliosis-inducing hammocks twelve to a room. Something like that.

Dead body, 426
Life only truly begins when he finds a cadaver in an alley in a rich district of the city where sometimes the servants will throw out uneaten food. Like the Dothraki don't waste any part of the horse, you should not waste any part of a human corpse.

So our future Lord Erenford (we'll call him Un-enford) is picking over the dead body,