The Black Basilisk Circus
The Circus Caretaker
Early in life, Anbraxas left the cities and settled in nearby marshlands, areas constantly wreathed in thick mists. A born scavenger, he found life much easier with fewer competitors vying for the same junk. Refuse streaming from the nearby city and artifacts left from those travellers passing through (or failing to pass through) the marsh mists formed the base of his daily haul. And it was strange; Anbraxas felt so much at ease hidden amongst the marsh mists. He could heard voices speaking to him as he stood blinded in the milky whiteness and he followed their command.
The Black Basilisk Circus picked up his services when travelling through the marshes. They needed someone to haul their trash and clean up their grounds, and Anbraxas was happy enough to do it as long as he got first crack at anything he found. In time, Anbraxas developed a somewhat infamous reputation travelling with the circus. They spoke of a figure resembling a grotesque reptilian version of the grim reaper, shifting in and out of sight around the circus grounds, dragging around piles of trash.
Anbraxas is relatively gaunt compared to other dragonborn and a little hunched from years of dredging the marshes and performing his duties as caretaker. He carries a makeshift sickle, an odd metal rod, and a sac full of various knickknacks he has scavenged. He is usually quite aloof, having gotten used to a solitary life, and gets absorbed into his scavenging activities quite easily. He is not unfriendly to those who speak to him, but can be off-putting nonetheless with his eccentricities and the way he seems to appear right next to you without warning.