Name: Zebedee Nash
AKA:  The Gravefinder, Corpsewaker, That Big Bald Dude, Dude, His Dudeness, Duder, El Duderino (If you aren't into the whole brevity thing).
Age: 36
Appearance: A tall, light-skinned, swarthy bald man with a perminant scowl, one beady eye (His right eye was lost on the job), colliflowered ears and a broad nose that's been broken a few times. Most tend to mistake him for a local thug rather than a guild wizard. His style of dress doesn't do much to help that assumtion either, favoring a cheap gray duster, brown t-shirt, fingerless gloves, tan cargo pants and heavy work boots, the cherry on top being the black eyepatch covering his empty right eye socket.

Emblem location/color: Black, on the right side of his neck.
Years in Guild: 4
Magic Type: Caster, some small elements of holding magic.

Magic Style: Necromancy

Spells: 

Reanimate Corpse: Self-explainitory. Works with both 'fresh' (zombies) and 'decayed' (skeletons) corpses.

Summon Ghost: Another self-explainitory one. Summons a vengeful spirit from beyond the grave, usualy possessing some form of ice or dark magic.

Summon Wraith: Similar to ghosts, but semi-corporeal, with the added bonus of being able to carry spectral blades that cut just as well as any physical weapon, and leave the cold touch of the dead behind it.

Summon Banshee: His most powerful undead at this time, and also the most draining. Banshee screams won't actually kill you, but they'll hurt your hearing like a sonuvabitch. Their claws absolutely will kill you though, and they fly fast.

Commune: Simply, the summoning of a calmer spirit (Or in some cases reanimating a corpse and putting some extra magic into it to restore some brain function and repair vocal cords) to converse with it, useful in murder investigations or when the only people that know a secret are dead.

Bio: There isn't much to be said about this man. Born and raised in the coastal town of Cimmura, Zeb is the oldest of five brothers, son to a dockworker and a seemstress. His talent for magic became evident early in life, and he spent most of his days in the local shops looking through any tome he could get his hands on. His first real use of magic was when reanimating his youngest brother's puppy, an exertion that nearly killed the young man, but that saved the little animal's life and caught the attention of the the local wizards. He was placed in a support group for the very small community of wizards in the city, and through it found his first and most influential guild, the SRBA (Society for Responsible use of the Black Arts) He spent most of the next decade with them, though he was forced to seek out a new guild when they were shut down by a storm of lawsuits after they were forced to reanimate a town's graveyard to defend the locals from a bandit gang. Since then he's moved on to Silver Trident, and so far it is a choice he hasn't come to regret.

Personality: Despite the dark reputation of his magic, Zeb is actually a pretty cool dude. Gruff but likeable, he's usualy willing to give his fellow man a fair shake and will help out whenever he can. He's a bit nervous about using his abillities in front of new people, but once one has earned his trust they will find few better friends. Despite his fundementally good nature, he does have his moral lines, and once someone has crossed them, their life means nothing to him.

Relationship?: Mother,father, three younger brothers.

Equipment: Flail (For when magic isn't enough to get the job done), canteen, a small time containing binding rituals for spirits.

Other: N/A