His name isn't really Baram. He wasn't born and raised in Zozo, nor was he once a citizen of Jidoor. He didn't leave to steal great treasures from old ruins or escape his overbearing family in exchange for his freedom. Poker and Blackjack were never his favorites, no matter how often he played and won. The prettily patterned bandana wound around his forehead isn't an old gift from a former sweetheart, while the dark patch covering his right eye hides no vicious scar, white cataracts or hollow socket.
He was an orphan of Vector and conscripted at fourteen years old, forced to become a scavenging outlaw to avoid a monstrous fate. His favorite game is chess, but he hasn't had a chance to play ever since he left. The bandana he bought himself to hide the distinctive scar curved over his brow, and on occasion he swaps his eyepatch around to give the covered eye some air. No one ever notices.
From childhood to adolescence to adulthood, he's been taught and retaught that the truth brings him nothing but pain. He holds his secrets close, a miserly man hoarding his gems of misfortunes, and hopes his true past is never uncovered and his real name never spoken again.