Cut-Off-Me-Forehead DIblaH, entrepreneur, street merchant, jack-of-all-trades, klingon warrior.
As is well known fact, whenever people gather together soon after will come someone selling snacks and refreshments. If you're in the Empire, this will most likely be COMF DIblaH.
Some say he has a Ferengi hidden in his bloodline, others that he's a Ferengi outright, but these allegations are all false. DIblaH simply seeks to fill any money-making niche he can.
Unfortunately for our warrior friend, nearly all his schemes are let down by one small but vitally important flaw. Some have alleged that he tries to sell commodities that don't exist, though the most complaints ostensibly arrive because he's selling something that's not his. These are merely allegations, and every allegation remains unproved. Allegation, pure and simple.
While at rest in his home of AnQ-MorparQ (when not serving the Empire or seeking financial amelioration through a passing treand or social abberance) DIblaH can be found eagerly selling qagh innatub, Heart-of-Targ onnastick, Breggit Lung innabun, or any other food-like item he can think of. Some would say that he would classify as qagh anything that has been in the general vicinity of a wormpit. His mantra is 'Enough Grapok sauce and everything's edible.' This was sorely tested when he purportedly approached the Horta. The Horta is rumored to have rejected the rock he'd offered as stale and tasteless.
Few know his actual residence, and many believe that DIblaH never sleeps, feeling that any time spent not selling is money lost. Under the name of DoblaQ, son of K'Rang, DIblaH runs a mail-order Mok'bara training league.
Some of his economic forays have been Klingon Opera, Pop music promoter, arms dealer, and tutor to the Pak'led.
As he's often quoted in the streets, to sell you things any cheaper he'd have to 'Cut Off Me Forehead.' As any who have spoken with DIblaH know, his speech is littered with spoken asterisks which relieve him of all legal responsibility toward his food items.
AnQ-MorparQ