Kapil Silvercoin

Been one of eleven children, it becomes difficult to stand out. You are either the eldest or the youngest, the rest are just present and busy.
Potimia, is a nation where dreams and nightmares walk among the populous, where the Pharaoh's of the Sapphire Pyramid travel the sleeping realm to converse with the Great Dreams. 
What a place to live most would state. How can one wish to leave these magical sands. But for Kapil Silvercoin it was all they could think about. 
Silvercoin wasn't their family name but was given them as they spent every shiny coin they had betting on racing camels, knuckle dice, and card games. Kapil had the sickness of gambling and no matter what could not shake it.
Their family had tried to help but to no avail, it was the one thing that Kapil didn't need to think about. It was a distraction and one with a buzz to it. 
When not gambling Kapil would work for passage to the lands beyond the dunes of Potimia, to rest of Sarrut the continent of the southlands.
Kapil had another addiction, curiosity. Every pebble looked under held a new grain of golden sand, every coastal town filled with stories of sailors travels. Merchant caravans making their way to the canvas cities of Naabat, sleeping free under the hospitality of the Summer Fey. 
All of this drove Kapil further and further. They desired more, and every journey was a gamble, would it lead to their death, or would it bring more bright and shiny curiosities?
When Kapil sat still, taking a breath, the tug of chance played its tune. Searching out those will to bet coin against luck and deception. Kapil Silvercoin was known on the borders of the nations of Sarrut. Known mostly for oweing.