"Smiling" Chet
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Description
A large-tusked orc with limbs like tree trunks and thick furs around his shoulders. He has green-tinted skin and shaggy blond hair, with a single hooped piercing through his lower lip. Propped up against his desk is a well-worn, yet reinforced, battered old loot.
Heritage
A proud Sigilian, Smiling Chet was born and raised in the Hive Ward at a small hut in Bedlam Run. He grew up living under the shadow of the Gatehouse, constantly aware of the winding queues outside his very door. From a young age he took to easing these poor folks as best he could. Penniless, he inherited his father’s set of Orcish bagpipes, which he would play for the queues every day. Doing this, he also learnt that he had a knack for making people laugh - weaving small skits into his performances.
Chet’s family were Bleakers through and through, and as such inducted him into the faction as soon as they were able. Chet became a beloved feature of the queues, always keeping spirits up and folks tended to in their long waits.
Personality
He’s not exactly the smartest, nor wisest, of berks; not having much understanding of subtext or machinations. That said, he is deeply empathetic and a great listener… except for when people are trying to tell him to stop playing his lute or bagpipes.
Chet does not carry weapons if he can at all help it (he knows he’s intimidating enough). Not that he needs it anyway, his lute is magically reinforced for good nonlethal bludgeoning, and he is a master of bardic offense. He wears his furs in indigo and iron, and always has a different crudely made necklace every day - all of them gifts from the patients and orphans who take up the various art classes offered at the Gatehouse.
The Chant
Smiling Chet has managed to reach the position he is in now through a combination of Charisma and blissful ignorance, being popular enough to have the support, yet careless enough to not understand how bad the Bleakers’ situation was.
So beloved was he that he made his way to Factor with relatively little effort on his behalf. At a time where the Grim Retreat was claiming Bleakers by the dozens, Chet was brought inside to keep an eye on the spirits of his fellow Bleakers. When the Factol was deposed for his role in the Grim Retreat, Chet was one of the few people willing to take on the role and the colossal workload and amount of problems that the Bleakers had.
If he had to be perfectly honest, he was probably the only Bleaker who had no idea it was so bad. The stress lines are already to show - both on his face, and within the faction proper.