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If ever there was a man born to be a merchant, it is Orvyn. Trading and exploiting his cousins and other kids his age, or older during his childhood to trade up and cash in, whenever it was possible, and sometimes even when it was not. Routinely setting up schemes by which to make some money for others, but mainly himself, he became known as the one the other kids would go to to get things that their parents would not get for them themselves. It was clear, as a second son, that Orvyn's talents were to lay outside the keep, and instead of learning the nuances of court life, he set out upon the sea, Captain of one of the family's trading ships. He travelled all around Arvum, trading where he could, opening new contracts and learning about all sorts of foreign ideals and customs. It was early on in his trading life that he met with the Laurent family and it was not much longer that the courtship with Sunniva began. While his trading kept him away for most of the days, there were still the cherished few that he was able to visit and meet with her, growing to know her in small increments over the course of two years before they were finally married. Of course that was the happy news of the year, and as all good merchants know, good things always come with a cost. Later that year, his older brother, the heir apparent was killed during a bad horse accident, forcing Orvyn into the role of heir for the family's March and all their agreements without. Troubled at the loss of his brother, he returned home, new bride with, and stepped off his ship for what became quite an extended stay in Fair Harbor. Slowly learning the required skills and acclimatizing himself to the world of nobles and functions both from the aid of his father and from his wife, Orvyn began to gain some rudimentary aptitude for dealing with the day to day running of the march. Figuring the man still had much more time to learn, he did not throw himself too deeply into his studies, still longing for the sea and all the adventure that it held. This longing is what distracted him and caused him to be caught completely off guard when his father passed away suddenly, thrusting Orvyn immediately into rule. Now he is struggling to catch up, through plying the skills that he had learned long before he had an inkling he would be a Marquis.

Piercing blue eyes and brown hair that is cut short enough to fall over on its own, but not hang past his ears, Orvyn strikes the pose of a man used to being obeyed. His sweeping nose and subtle lips are set amidst a field of windswept, tanned skin that has seen years upon the ocean. While ruggedly handsome in his own right, Orvyn's form is soft in places, his arms lanky, but firm, legs proportioned, yet there is something about him that speaks of a life spent in delicacies. It is his gaze however that speaks of a lifetime of experience and that if he has had a delicious lifestyle, it is because he has worked and shed blood, sweat, and tears to make it so.

Mellow is the easiest way to describe Orvyn, of course if that was the way one only described him, they would be sorely lacking in the exquisite nature of the merchant who became Marquis. Always interested in a deal, and always looking to drive a harder bargain when it will aid his house. Loyal and strong of character and mind, reputation is everything to him and when he enters business contracts, he ensures that his end of the bargains are always met. Though being a successful merchant means that one has often suffered losses in the past and so it is with Orvyn, having been caught in several bad deals, the man has grown to be much more clever and ruthless when it comes to the bottom line, willing to truly evaluate a partner before signing anything.