Qoren Dunesol, born simply as Qoren is an athletic built, average height man with a tan complexion, piercing green eyes and short cut black hair.

He was born in Planky Town, though spent most of his time on the sea as his family were known as traders and if need be, smugglers. Because of this, he spent a lot of time at sea mainly between the free-cities, stepstones and Dorne. His early life was spent learning his father's crafts, he referred to them as the three S's of smuggling, sailing, selling and securing, he loved to explore and sightsee and it ended up as the only thing he knew.

As the only young child of his family he dived into helping any way he could, he picked up on the intricacies of sea travel, he learned how his father read people in order to strike deals and when he was older, he learned how to defend himself both physically and otherwise. Although he loved travelling through his teens he began to get lonely, he was close with his father and mother but the crew changed a lot and as such he didn't get much interaction and did not manage to call anyone a true friend. When at port his attempts to make friends were foiled, mainly from his compulsive lying, he enjoyed spinning tails that he was a rich noble or a descendant of a highborn though usually to no avail, nevertheless, he couldn't help himself from continuing to do so in his desperate attempt to find friendship and companionship. Later in life, he found surprisingly that more and more people were beginning to believe him when he lied, he started smaller and felt a great deal of satisfaction when people believed him though this did him no favours, caught in a web of lies he usually either got found out or had to leave port again.

His life continued as such until he was 19 years old, after a trading trip within the Stormlands he and his family were venturing out from the from Greenstone when not an hour from travelling a ferocious storm appeared and began to slowly roll over their ship, they were in full panic mode, his father ordered the men to sail south fast through the storm but it was a fatal mistake as the sail was ripped from the mast taking with it almost all of the goods that were stored above deck and heavily damaging the ship, with no way to control the ship they helplessly bailed water for what felt like hours eventually making their way through the storm and wrecking on the coast near Tor. Though the family and crew were safe the same could not be said of their ship nor their goods, little was salvageable and his parents resigned themselves to the fact that they were now destitute no ship, little money and stuck within the land of Dorne.

His mother though originally hopeful found herself injured and after a long time, it became infected and traded her jewellery in order to get a cure though it was too little too late, something the peddler failed to inform them of, and she passed away in a delusional stupor. His father took this hard, he blamed himself for losing their livelihood and as a result of his wife's death, he took up a job as a fisherman though fell slowly into a life of alcoholism and depression. Qoren was not sad of this he was angry, seething he cursed the gods that set out his fate, where was The Smith when they prayed for safe voyage? Where was The Mother when he prayed for his families safety? These gods have forsaken him, he grieved deeply for his mother and grew to hate his father, attempting to support himself and his dad through hunting insects and small game for alchemical ingredients and food only for his effort to be put towards the shade of the evening and ale. After years of being stuck in a rut, he decided enough was enough he left his dad in Tor to live out his days in silence and travelled further south into Sunspear.

In the capital, he thrived in his lack of responsibility his money was for him and him only! In travelling alone within the big city he found a temple of the Red God and his inquisitive side gave in, he was instantly sold, he saw the great wisdom of the red priests of their visions in the fire and of the lord of darkness, who must have caused his cruel fate, in doing so he met what became his first true friend, Jacor, a young red priest in training who relied on each other and banded together, anyone who had a problem with Jacor had one with him, and Jacor helped him to see the wisdom of R'hllor. For the first time he felt at home, he got jobs hunting and tracking down rare creatures for their parts and found himself a lot of trouble in defending them and himself. When he lied to the wrong people.. because of this he gained big dreams he wants to create a city that purely worships R'hllor, in his new dream he decided it was time to leave his past behind and so to commemorate his newfound goal and give meaning to his new life he named himself Qoren Dunesol, born from sand but enlightened by the light.