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[b]Name:[/b] Wain The Vicious 

[b]Age:[/b] 756

[b]Race:[/b] Undead Elf

[b]Appearance:[/b] Wain was once a handsome fellow, with gleaming blonde hair and a strapping body to make the young ladies feel faint. Then he died, and that all changed. Now he has dank wet looking strands of grey with hidden lengths of deep green atop his head and what was once muscle has withered to skin and bone and the occasional blot of moss or fungi. He stands rather tall at exactly six feet, if his back were to be straight rather than the curved and stumped shape it is now, he would stand at least five inches taller.

He groans about this often.

Wain's face is all but gone and all that remains is the leftover flesh clinging to his skeletal face. Where his green eyes once were are two balls of obsidian that shift and look as eyes do. His teeth are sharp and black and his clothes are the deepest of blues. He wears a long mage robe and hood along with his old clanking chain boots.

[b]Class/Station:[/b] Zombie Necromancer

[b]Brief Background:[/b] Wain lived a normal life by elven standards, peaceful and delightful by all accounts. Now, at this present moment, he couldn't tell you what changed. One moment he was sat in the branches of his favourite apple tree and the next he was on the floor, surrounded by an aura of cold and death. He vaguely remembers a voice of some kind, deep and menacing, but only vaguely.

He now hates all living things with a passion, apart from rats. A passion however, that is forced beneath a façade whenever he must travel into such towns like Scaraw for supplies and the like. 

[b]Ten Word Personality:[/b] Lost, grouchy and plotting old undead elf.

[b]Equipment:[/b] 
Deep Blue robes with hood
Chain boots
Ancient dagger
Silver staff