I think I really like this idea, so here's a character. Tell me what you think.

Name: Rhastulah Ghurst or preferably Mr. Ghurst
Sex: Male
Age: 32
Race: Parili
Affinity: Sensus

Personality: Ghurst is a driven individual, almost bordering on the obsessive. When something catches his interest, he'll usually pursue it to the exclusion of almost all else. It's this mentality that caused him to leave the Arcadian Commune. The people there had no spirit. They lacked desires and he was worried that he might follow the same path if he stayed. This also means he tends to be fairly critical of the lazy.

Despite this aloof attitude, Ghurst can be very personable when he chooses to be. He has close friends in the NC, AO, and PC. He stands by his word and stands by the people he gives it to.

Fighting Style: Ghurst is fond of his Zelmein rollvolver, a sturdy thing of dwarven make, that he uses to great effect on those that would meet him with violence. Carrying only eighteen bullets altogether, it's a weapon of defense to aid in a quick get away or to stop a fight before it starts. Without the gun, Ghurst is a capable brawler, using whatever he can lay his hands on as a weapon. With how dangerous some of his jobs have been getting, Ghurst is beginning to wonder if he should take to something more permanent like a cudgel or a knife.

Bio: Growing up in the Arcadian Commune, Rhastulah benefited greatly educational resources provided by the country. Fiercly intelligent, a trait mostly owed to his academic parents, as a teen Rhastulah grew bored with common topics and instead was drawn to more... eclectic knowledge. Lest their son become a member of the Coven, or something equally as barbarous, his parents sought to fill their son's free time with arts or sports. This only drove Rhastulah to continue his studies in secret.

After graduating with honors in history, archaeology, and chemistry Rhastulah left his homeland and began a career as an investigator of the occult and the strange. In short time he became a private consultant to Fogi's executives, known for sussing out secrets. Recently though, Rhastulah's thoughts have been turning towards the Commune again. His father, it seems, has developed disparitis. A degenerative disease with no known cure, it slowly forces anyone, even humans, who shares parili blood to degenerate into disparis. Though the disease only runs along familial lines, that's small comfort to Rhastulah. For now, all he can do is try to find some means to a cure for his father and himself.

Appearance: 
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Other than the deer antlers sprouting from his forehead, there is nothing particularly outstanding about Ghurst. He keeps his brown hair neatly combed back to keep it out of his hazel eyes. From the passive expression on his face to the plain clothes he wears, in all ways he locks like a common member of the Republic of Fogi. It is an image Rhastulah fosters. The only thing that might have been a bit much is his handlebar mustache.

Typically, unless he needs something more formal or rugged, Ghurst wears a coal gray, tweed suit with a black waistcoat, and a white shirt underneath. A dark blue tie with matching suede gloves add a bit of color without being too brash. A pair of brown toe cap boots and a matching wool overcoat complete the look.