Lord Orland Amadeo
Every fool has a reason to feel sorry for himself.
Description: Orland is someone who could blend in easily in a crowd. Brown eyes, and hair an uninteresting shade of brown, a small scar across his lower lip and abundance of freckles across cheeks. He's got gangling limbs and he's never seem to grow into his rangy height. He's most often found scowling a little as if nothing in the world could scare him.
Personality: Orland is cynical, distrustful and suspicious. He's also shrewd, cunning and incredibly observant. Despite an aloof cynicism that dominates his expression he can be quite personable when necessary. He can cross the full range of emotions and is expressively an open book. Yet he is incredibly discreet and incredibly tight lipped when need arises and has all the makings of a trusted and particularly effective confidant. Hardened from an early life on the streets of the lower boroughs, he has yet to quite fit comfortably into his role as Voice for a noble house.
Background: Orland was born and soon after orphaned. The story of his parents is not known to any, nor how the young infant ended up at The Tragedy. He simply appeared one day left and forgotten by whomsoever dropped him off.
Growing up in the orphanage is not the most pleasurable of existences and few who haven't had the misfortune know anything about it. At a very young age Orland had already had more than his fair share of mistreatments and beatings. He ran away from The Tragedy at 13 and never looked back, even when what he ran into was not much of a trade-off.
The young boy lived life on the street earning enough begging to get at least one meal a day. At night he would fashion himself a bed of sorts in whatever dark corner of an alley wasn't already occupied by another of the city's homeless. Eventually he fell into the employ (if you could call it that) of the Ulbrans. His long limbs and narrowness were perfect for filching and youthful energy perfect for out running any who might pursue him. He was allowed to keep enough of what he stole to eat - at least - and there was a piece of furniture somewhere, or at least a floor under a roof, to sleep on.
As luck, or misfortune, would have it, he one day tailed a silk-clad Setarcan man (Duarte Amadeo) from the docks with the intention to filch silver. He was spotted easily. Rather than being turned over to the Iron Guard, the mark took the young boy under his wing. He was given shelter and regular meals. He was also taught to read. They established a rapport and though the relationship was never one of father and son, Orland was officially adopted just the same. After working primarily as Duarte's discreet messenger, Orland soon became the man's only confidant and fully trusted companion and has worked closely with Duarte on every investigation and endeavor over the past five years.
When Duarte was elevated to Count of Bravura there was hardly any question who would become the Voice of House Amadeo.