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Name: Amontillado (Monty)

Race: Human

Age: 24 is his best guess

Height: 6' 1"

Appearance: Black hair kept in a short ponytail and bright blue eyes. His skin is somewhat pale. He's on the thin side, but he's fit and his arms are reasonably muscled from plenty of digging and lifting.

Backstory: Where he comes from, orphans are not given to loving families, but instead sent to be workers or apprentices to typically difficult or undesirable roles. Amontillado had the luck, or lack thereof, to wind up at the region's largest, busiest cemetery and apprenticed to a mortician. 

He learned the arts of alchemy and anatomy, at the cost of limited interaction with living people; digging graves at night, and studying and practicing by day. In his very limited free time, he steadily formed a bond with the crows and ravens that gathered to scavenge the leftovers.

Eventually he took over his master's role as head mortician by being the one to embalm and bury the man. There was no funeral, just as he knew his own end would be. There one day, on a slab the next. He didn't often think of other possibilities. 

He thought he'd be spending the rest of his life in that morgue, likely being sent an apprentice of his own soon… until the cultists came. He'd assumed that the hooded figures out digging amongst the headstones were grave robbers. Until he was knocked out from behind and woke later lying in a circle alone, covered in and surrounded by symbols, with the building he'd previously called his home burning to the ground and every single grave open and empty. Suddenly, he began to realistically consider a different career. The casualties in the nearby town as well as the corpses that had walked that night would be far too much work for one man to handle.
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