Professions: Herbalism and Skinning Age: 24 (at time of Passing, doesn't keep count anymore) Hair: Frost Blue Eyes: Lurid yellow Appearance: Soft of speech and slight of breath, this walking corpse bears the weight of undeath with a grace and dignity most likely carried over from life. An effort has been made toward the upkeep of the rotting body within which this soul dwells, judging by the eccentric yet groomed spikes of hair that rise in spires from his scalp and the adornment of varicolored charms and jewels around his wrists and ankles. The musky smell of death does not rise off him like some of his less-mindful kin. In fact, he carries bags of strong smelling herbs on his person at all times, giving him a deep, earthy scent. His movements and posture suggest a weak and feeble frame,