Oo, I'd love to get in on this if you're still planning on running it.

[b]Name[/b]: Albert Rossini

[b]Gender[/b]: Male

[b]Age[/b]: 26

[b]Appearance[/b]: Short and stout, Albert stands at 5'6" with a pale complexion and a youthful demeanor. His neatly cropped hair and trimmed beard have been tinted a dark shade of green, and they smell oddly of mint. Albert's choice of clothing is fairly uninspired, with his leather coat and pants rounded out with several tool belts containing all manner of tincture, potion, and extract. Loosely strapped to a rather large backpack is a weathered crossbow with the initials "T.R". hastily carved on its side. Whenever Albert walks, the vials strapped to his belts and the contents of his backpack seem to clink and clatter in harmony.

[b]Personality[/b]: Albert has a tendency to be quiet, and he keeps to himself when around others with whom he is unfamiliar with. He's learned to not grab the attention of others unless it's necessary. The exception to this is when Albert finds something that could yield potential alchemical knowledge. He gets just giddy at the thought of dissecting creatures and grinding up plants, and his passion for the subject is rather obvious to onlookers. Albert possesses a strong sense of social justice based upon his past experiences, and when slavery or oppression is involved, he'll be the first to raise an objection. Quietly, of course.

[b]Bio[/b]: Albert originated from Paskal, a town that had, for a time, been perfectly self-sufficient. Its relative isolation had protected it from outside forces, allowing the people to develop their own unique culture. Over the course of many years, Albert's people developed advanced compounding and alchemical techniques that aided them in their survival in the World of Ruin. Unfortunately, they could not remain hidden forever. Albert was fifteen when Paskal was discovered by the Ferrer Empire, who demanded that the townspeople surrender their knowledge and alchemical creations. 

Being the hardy, self-sufficient town that Paskal was, its people adamantly refused to reveal any of their secrets. This was received by the empire as well as one would expect from a tyrannical organization. Paskal was razed and its inhabitants were either enslaved or killed. Albert was one of the lucky few to have escaped, in large part due to his father's quick thinking and vast repertoire of alchemical explosives. Albert, and his father, Thomas, would be forced to flee from their home town and live in relative isolation for years to come. They were able to scavenge and live off of what little the wilderness and kindness of strangers had left to offer them.

Thomas tried his best to pass on what knowledge he had preserved from his town before succumbing to illness, leaving Albert to fend for himself. Albert has since been traveling between towns while selling his services as an apothecary. 

[b]Special Abilities/skills[/b]: Item Use, Compounding

[b]Weaknesses[/b]: Physically weak, always tries to avoid conflict, and highly secretive. His experimental use of potions has left him weak against poisons, and gives him a hangover like you wouldn't believe when he drinks alcohol.

[b]Other[/b]: Albert has copious amounts of belts, pockets, and other spaces to store alchemical items. He possesses dissection tools to extract parts from creatures and plants for later alchemical experimentation. Albert also has a standard crossbow which he can use to fire alchemically covered bolts, or to launch potions across long distances.