Name: Gino
Age: 28 (Deceased)
Species: Skeleton
Appearance:
Abilities: Gino possesses physical prowess and proficiency typical of human soldiers, with a preference to short blades and short bows. Post-reanimation, he has since lost his senses of taste and smell, and has a greatly dulled sensitivity to pain. Gino can also manipulate his individual bones while they are separate from his body, but without a connection to his skull, he must rely on his sense of touch to navigate for them if he lacks direct eye-socket contact. If his bones are pulverized, he would require assistance from a necromancer to replace them, and if his skull is shattered beyond a simple fracture, he will pass on.

Personality/Info: Gino is pretty unsatisfied with his current existence, and is fairly sour in general. While he doesn't/won't go out of his way to make himself unwelcome at the haven, he won't hesitate to liberally bemoan his undead woes to anyone nearby. When he's not venting salt, the skeleton is often quite thoughtful and reflective, and has been contemplating what it means to be human and to be alive. He's also a little bitter about some of his peers staying young and beautiful beyond their years, having once been a lady-killer himself back when he still had skin on his bones.

Items: Gino carries a rusted poignard, a tarnished metal targe, and dons most of his old armor, also weathered by the ages. All of his other possessions-including his bow and arrows-have either rotted or are lost.

Backstory: Gino was a brave soldier who served faithfully in the army as an archer and scout. After one fateful battle, Gino was grievously wounded and had to trek back through dank, treacherous swamp land to deliver a report. Once Gino noticed a gangrenous infection had set in, he knew his days were numbered, and sent his brother-in-arms to deliver the message alone while he remained behind, poisoning himself to death to avoid a much longer and more painful demise.
Ages later, an impatient apprentice necromancer would venture into the very same marsh to prove his master wrong. With his raw talent, he easily reanimated the soldier's skeleton and quickly began asserting control of the undead warrior...only for the ill-prepared spell to misfire and mostly only assert control over himself, rendering him comatose. The awakened skeleton, thoroughly unsettled and confused, left his would-be master in the marsh, eventually making his way to the haven, no longer having a place in an alien and unrecognizable human society.

Other: He presumably possesses other qualities innate to his nature as a skeleton-not requiring food, water, or air, for one-that I didn't feel the need to list under abilities.

Age: 29 years old

Species: Nymph Mutt

Abilities: Therianthropy. Marrok's powers come from the nymphic side of his heritage. He is able to shapeshift into and draw abilities from the animal kingdom. Unlike a werewolf, Marrok is not cursed with this ability, but gifted and can utilize it at will. He can transform his entire physique or limit his transformation to specific body parts such as willing forth the claws of a bear or the gills of a fish.

While this ability has vast applications, it also comes with drawbacks. The transformations (the cracking of bones, tearing of muscles, stretching of skin) are not painless. Marrok feels his body being destroyed and reformed with each instance, which acts as a natural deterrence against overuse.

Additionally, any time he goes full-fledged animal, he runs the risk of losing his grip on his human mind and succumbing to his animal instincts, which would result in being trapped as that animal forever.

Other natural animals tend to have an affinity toward Marrok, sensing a kinship. While he cannot communicate with animals as humans do with one another, he finds that he can influence them to a small degree and has a vague empathic understanding of what that animal is feeling.

Longevity. Though Marrok is still relatively young, his blood is enriched with nymphic mysticism which will prove to result in an expanded lifespan with limits currently unknown.

Personality/Info: A child of two worlds, accepted by neither, society has taught Marrok to have a reserved disposition. His psychological walls are high and well fortified but once he lets you in, you'll be introduced to a fun loving, mischievous man-child who just wants to love, laugh and revel in adventure. A fan of gambling and drinking, the man has always been seduced by risk.

Backstory: Marrok is the result of a forbidden relationship. While on a hunt, his father had come across a bear, a prized kill for sure. But before he could let his arrows fly, his path was obstructed by a seldom seen beautiful nymph woman who seemed to be blocking his trajectory in protest. Though words were never spoken, Marrok's grandfather was instantly infatuated with her. He lowered his bow, allowing the bear to take his leave, before timidly approaching the divine looking female before him.

This was the start of lifelong affair that, against all odds, eventually resulted in Marrok and his twin sister Elise. The four of them became a family in a secluded cabin deep within the woods where Marrok, his father and his sister could live under a roof while the matriarch of the clan was free to live among the trees and animals, always close by. His father would teach them in the ways of hunting and tracking while his mother would wordlessly help the twins embrace their more mystical assets. While Marrok took strides in mastering animalistic transformations, his sister was more keen on the embrace and tranquility of plant life.

It wasn't long after the children had reached their teenaged years when their isolated settlement has been found by a group of hunters. In the middle of lessons with their mother, the group of men witnessed matriarchal nymph and her offspring warp their bodies in what they considered ungodly ways. Instantly hating what the could not comprehend, they went on the offensive, attacking the family. Marrok's father instructed them to run while he and their mother would handle the assailants. Elise and Marrok did as they were told but soon enough the attackers caught up to them, chasing them down through the trees and wood. There were no sign of their parents, which could only mean the worst.

The option to run was becoming obsolete as the hunters continued to gain on them. All they could do now was hide, using the gifts they were taught. Elise took the form that she knew best and slowly allowed herself to merge with an oak tree while Marrok took to all fours, allowing his body to rip and contort before the man had vanish and the fox had emerged from its remnants.

Running, running and running still, Marrok finally stopped to look back. To his relief, the terrible men were nowhere to be found. He allowed his human form to resurface before calling out to his sister, hoping she would hear his cries so that they could reunite and perhaps even find their parents. His calls echoed out, but were never answered. For several days and nights he backtracked, paced and patrolled, trying to find any sign of the family he grew up with, but only solitude remained.

Reluctantly, he abandoned the woods deciding that his family must have done the same, and began roaming from town to town as a nomad for years, staying in the local inns for days at a time before moving on until one day he received a letter about a sanctuary for the weird and unwanted. It seemed almost too perfect. Surely if the other members of his family would have received the letter, they might have gone to the manor as well. So it was decided and Marrok immediately set out to find this wonderous place. It has been so long since he had a true Haven to call his home.