Alright so I feel like this is going to go so bad but here he is. All his weird nonsense and scattered ideas. Good. 

Name: Baelic Astroia (bay-lick) (As-ter-oy-ah)

Titles: Has no special title. 

Affiliation: A high-professor in the university of necromancy and herbal studies. Located in Europa.

Gender: Male 

Age: 56 years of age, though through magic and medicine he has maintained a youthful appearance, coming off as a younger 22 or so year old. 

Birthplace: Black thorn march- Ev (Neighboring country to Oz). A small place to the south-west in Ev, it held the root-mother of the black thorn trees. A heated and damp place it maintains itself as a decent place to live, especially for an aspiring potion maker, as many fungi and plants of commodity grew in it's area. It was not under the protection of any of the four good witches/warlocks, and thus was controlled for a time by the wicked witch of the south. They produced poisons for her needs, of which apparently were many. (I know this probably isn't that amazing, but If you would like I could allocate more time to adding depth to this place)

Origin: Ruggedo, the gnome king of the gnome kingdom in Ev. An Oz book story. 

Race: Human. 

Appearance: Baelic has altered his looks through reckless use of concoctions and experimental potions. Having gone through a steady suck period he had managed to turn his hair an early grey, despite his youth, it is already looking whit-ish due to his already blond hair. A pale complexion and thin frame gives him a constant sickly appearance. Days of unrest leave bags under his eyes at most times and a small scar lines his right cheek, being as long as the distance from his nostrils to his bottom lip. His hair reaches down to his ear lobes, and is often unkempt due to lack of care. His eyes are a dull brown and are sunken into his face. He has a slender chin to match his body, and no facial hair marks his face. It is often patchy and thin, so it is shaved at any chance possible. His shoulders aren't extraordinarily broad and his limbs are somewhat gangly. The most noticeable feature of Baelic's ism easily his legs and waist, or lack there-of. Missing his appendages from his hips down Baelic sits in a wheeled chair of wood. He usually wears an old white coat, and blanket to cover up his nothingness. The chair is a deep oak, sturdy and heavy. It creaks slightly and has a storage compartment on it's back, large enough to fit a weeks worth of travel supplies. 

Occupation: Teacher, potion/poison maker, scholar. 

Resources: Other than his expensive chair, Baelic has been gifted a battle ax of decent weight. It is strapped to the right of his chair. This along with a tent, bedroll and some food, potions and books, Baelic does his best to travel light. His decent pouch of gold is hidden behind him at all times. He travels with his assistant and brother Marthuil. (Mar-thill) 

Skills: Being a teacher of the art, Baelic is quite skilled in necromancy and potion alchemy. He can sustain one and a half animated corpses for three or so hours before draining his mana pool to it's ends. Any more and he drains much faster. The less he animates, the more power he can put behind it, thus perhaps obtaining something heavy and out of reach, he would only control two arms, and if he needs to be defended, a single entity will be raised to his side. 

Personality: Baelic is a slightly jaded man who tends not to trust people for a small while. His tendency to cover up his insecurity with kind words or jokes leaves him seeming kind and welcoming, though he keeps tabs in his mind, and his list of friends is shorter than most would think. He believes most people are not as smart as they should be, or that they could be a lot wiser if they tried. Slightly impetuous, yes, though that came with aging around a bunch of apathetic students. Baelic is an old man who simply wants to get from point "A" to point "B" and too much unnecessary action can bother him, if that unnecessary action isn't a hobby he shares. A man who needs to stop shutting people out, Baelic isn't completely unkind, though he isn't going to accept anyone unless they can be useful or entertaining to him. A cynic old fool wrapped in one half of a young body.

Biography: Dorothy and party on their story book adventures ran into a being named Ruggedo. A gnome of vile temperament. Not just any gnome, but the king of the gnome kingdom! A greedy spiteful creature, Ruggedo hated humans with a passion, and he was known for keeping many many of them as slaves. Not for labor, simply to own them. After dodging and fending off Ruggedo on a few instances, the group managed to take from him his source of power, his magic belt. Taking this and foiling his plot of kidnapping the monarchs of Ev, the group made an enemy of Ruggedo. In later times, the red king dug tunnels to Oz, and plotted to use evil spirits and darkness to conquer it's lands. While it is not mentioned in t history books, many a slave were used now for labor. They dug and mined for the kings effort, and were sometime used for his army. In the large midst of this, a single boy was struggling to survive. 

One Baelic Astroia. Working for his life, he dug and dug in the deep tunnels of the gnomes war effort. Digging for some time, the poor boy was caught in a cave-in. Being a bit slow to react, he did not get as far as he could have, and was nearly crushed under the weight of the dirt and rock. Luckily for the boy, he was alone now. No gnome with a spear at his back, or a a glare in his direction, he could use his magic unabated. Keeping his dying limbs animated, he was ably to free himself, though he could not make it very far. Crawling back as far as he could manage, he made near enough to others to be heard. As if all the gods were smiling on him at once, this night had bee the one when Ruggedo drank from the water of oblivion. Forgetting his name, purpose and power, the kingdom of gnomes was left kingless. Hours after this transpired, the boy had been crushed, and now, he was with other slaves. A defiant uproar arose from their group. The gnomes were scattered, confused, directionless. All at once the many different slaves fought back, pushing a path back to freedom. 

After being carried and careened out through a small side tunnel, Baelic found himself with a group of other escapees, in the deadly desert. Through a pocket of life powder and his own magical effort, Baelic lived. Half of who he was before, but no longer a slave. After some time of travelling, often on the backs of others, or clawing his hands trough scorching sand, they found life. In the ling time of their travel, the exile of the old gnome king had taken place, and the group was free to do what they wished. 

Years of study and searching for ways to survive, Baelic became proficient in his magical skills. Making a visit and learning from the Wizard of Oz, and receiving once a kind letter from Oz herself. He grew and aged, then un-aged, and continued his work until today. Here he is now, travelling finally from the country of Oz, to find an old friend.. 

Notes: He gets sick quite often, and has thus developed many different potions for his ailments. Often selling vats of his work to others to raise easy money when he needs.