u/Dordesh

Backstory:
Ask any resident of Cape Manta about the lighthouse keeper and they’ll just shake their heads. “You don’t go near that tower,” they say, “Not because he’ll hurt you. But no one agrees on who – or what – he actually is.”

Alistair Morgan looks like the type of man who has spent too much time alone. He is tall, quiet, gaunt and sea-worn, with a habit of looking over his shoulders as if something is following him. He has silver-colored hair and eyes, with facial features that could have been described as delicate if they weren't worn down by constant labor and sleeplessness. His expression is usually flat or faintly irritated, but not cold (more like someone permanently exhausted by the world and expecting little from it). He wears not much better than your average dockside hooligan, with a raggedy shawl and clothes corroded by brine and sea wind. As a part of his occupation, Alistair carries a quarterstaff with an oil lamp tied to its end, and also an unusually fancy tome for someone of his station.

To those who know the urban legends near the Sea of Souls, Alistair may already be familiar by reputation as the mysterious lighthouse keeper of Cape Manta, the subject of dockside rumors and half-serious superstition. In conversation, he tends to be pragmatic, skeptical, and transparently interested in what something is worth - coin, favors, secrets, all of it. He dislikes poverty with almost fanatic intensity and measures virtues and stability in material terms. He is opportunistic, somewhat greedy, and not above taking what he thinks the world was never going to fairly give him anyway.