Jakov
Jakov Novik, Travelling Salesman
Jakov Novik, if that is even his real name, is a man made of stories—some stolen, some sold, and a few that might even be true. Against the drab greys and browns of Balgrendia, he cuts a flamboyant figure: colorful silks, jingling trinkets, and a voice smooth enough to sell snake oil to a dying saint. His wagon is a traveling theatre of wonder and fraud—part stage, part sanctuary, part trap. It carries relics from distant lands, “miracle” tonics, cursed heirlooms, and the occasional item of actual worth—though never where a buyer expects to find it.
Jakov’s charm is legendary. He can talk a hangman into a discount or distract a magistrate with a tale so dazzling the coin purse vanishes mid-applause. But beneath the glimmer and grin is a mind like a knife—sharp, patient, and always turning toward the next opportunity. He’s a man who thrives on tension: between truth and lie, risk and reward, flight and fortune.
No one knows where he’s from, and those who’ve tried to follow his past tend to lose interest—or nerve. He’s too clever to be caught, too crooked to be trusted, and just charismatic enough that people forget both.
To those who travel with him—like the streetwise boy Karol—Jakov is mentor, shield, and spark. He teaches survival through spectacle, misdirection, and the golden rule of the Mountebank:
“If they’re laughing, they’re not checking their pockets.”
Whether swindler, storyteller, or something else entirely, Jakov Novik is a man who sells illusions.
Illusions so enthralling —sometimes Jakov almost believes them himself.
Jakov’s charm is legendary. He can talk a hangman into a discount or distract a magistrate with a tale so dazzling the coin purse vanishes mid-applause. But beneath the glimmer and grin is a mind like a knife—sharp, patient, and always turning toward the next opportunity. He’s a man who thrives on tension: between truth and lie, risk and reward, flight and fortune.
No one knows where he’s from, and those who’ve tried to follow his past tend to lose interest—or nerve. He’s too clever to be caught, too crooked to be trusted, and just charismatic enough that people forget both.
To those who travel with him—like the streetwise boy Karol—Jakov is mentor, shield, and spark. He teaches survival through spectacle, misdirection, and the golden rule of the Mountebank:
“If they’re laughing, they’re not checking their pockets.”
Whether swindler, storyteller, or something else entirely, Jakov Novik is a man who sells illusions.
Illusions so enthralling —sometimes Jakov almost believes them himself.
Species
Ethnicity
Other Ethnicities/Cultures
Year of Birth
858 AF
25 Years old
Birthplace
Jakov's story changes with every telling.
Children
Eyes
Brown
Hair
Mid length, Brown
Height
6'1
