Name: Dylirius
Alias/Nicknames: "Shrooms", "The Bewitcher", "The Monster Medic"
Race: Lesser Demon (Intelligent, multilingual, darkvision, able to cast illusions on self, below average strength, most vulnerable to holy and light magic.)
Gender: ♂ Male
Background:
The disguised creature had an infamous history, before he sought refuge in the Everdark. Pretending to be a friendly catfolk adventurer and medicine man, with a spiritual duty to help heal the wounded, or cure those blighted with curses for free. Only to further infect and corrupt his usually desperate and afflicted victims. Nicknamed ‘The Bewitcher’ for his black cat disguise, and inclination toward using addictive and mind-altering substances in his potions.

Rumored that his motivations against humanity were vengeful in nature. Because he was once summoned to serve as a Drow alchemist’s assistant. But the Master that he grew fond of, was slain for heresy and practicing necromancy. So he used everything that was taught to become an established threat. Causing Dylirius to be a wanted menace that would surely be hunted down—if he hadn’t gone into hiding. Even though you’d never hear it from him. Since his past mattered little to the monsters that he allied himself with. Now spending his time as a genuine medic, to benefit or aid those dwelling in the dungeon’s depths.

Personality:
Whether by chance, or by training. It made sense that his path in life was unique. Since Dylirius was much more curious and creative than many of his fiendish brethren. With enough friendly charisma, to persuade even the most skeptical into believing in his helpful nature. Despite his innate demonic desires to lie and serve himself first. Though fortunately for his allies, letting him test and practice his cures on willing subjects, benefitted them too. For ‘The Monster Medic’, was quite useful for rebuilding a monstrous society.

Known and often seen munching down on his favorite snack; mushrooms. Or gnawing on other toxic plants, since he was adamant that it built up immunity to his own twisted concoctions. But he was still reserved about his past, and very vindictive to humans and those who spoke ill of him. So best keep your comments about his sleep talking to yourself.

Appearance:
Lesser demons are usually disguised as other races or animals that aren’t persecuted by clerics and paladins alike. Often copying the looks of the first living thing that they see, or transforming into whatever their summoner choses.

Combat Skill:
Nimble Agility
Lesser demons rely on avoiding direct combat whenever possible. Therefore, his quick-witted tactics to dodge attacks and flee from his opponent, was a necessity for survival. Plus, it helped convince others of his cat-like appearance.

Non-Combat Skill:
Magical Herbalism
Able to use his limited mana to create desired ingredients through an alchemist’s ‘equivalent exchange’. Transmuting objects into various herbs that may be rarer or difficult to find otherwise.

Possessions:
A fire-resistant satchel, containing a hardcover herbalist book filled with personal notes, various spells, and blank pages. Plus four empty corked potion bottles.

Name: Zarroy (Pronounced Zarr oi)

Alias/Nicknames: He's often referred to as Gentle by friends. Monsters/humans who get annoyed with him call him Scatterbrained or retard

Race: Onyx golem. (Physically very strong, but rather slow. Top speed is best described as lumbering. Hard to damage physically, Has no defense against most magic other then fire magic)

Gender: None, but due to his masculine body Male is generally inferred

Background: Zarroy just appeared in Everdark one day. Very confused and rather destructive. It took a team of monsters to finally calm the confused golem down. It was discovered that the golem seemed to have a mind sickness curse upon him. This curse has caused Zarroy to mentally be about as smart as a four year old human child. A extremely strong curse that even the best magic users could do nothing to lift or even alleviate. Once it was discovered that Zarroy was docile he was given jobs around Everdark usually lifting things and holding up walls. Very little is known about Zarroy because his mind is childlike due to the curse upon him. He often speaks of a door and a little gnome with a pointy hat.

When the adventurers came Zarroy actually helped in the defense ensuring many of the weaker denizens survived at the cost of nearly being completely smashed into dust. It was only after several weeks that his remains were visited and was discovered fully intact watching water drip from the ceiling into a puddle.

Personality: Zarroy is easily entertained and often has to be watched if given a more complicated task. He is easily distractible much to the chagrin of those around him. He loves shiny objects and flames. Zarroy has a fear of deep water and sudden noises and scares. Much like a small child trapped in a giant golems body. He often does not remember his own strength, so it has caused him to destroy many things he'd rather not have destroyed.

Appearance: Minus the sword. 7'9 feet tall


Skills:
Combat Skill: His strength aside Zarroy has this uncanny ability to create this enormous amount of feedback when he yells that is capable of rupturing eardrums on humans but its a double sided sword because it does not know friend from foe.

Non-Combat Skill: There is some irony in the fact that this rock golem makes for an excellent miner and really seems to enjoy the work as long as you watch him and make sure he's not mining into a wooden post again.

Possessions: Zarroy carries nothing on him because chances are he would set it down randomly and never find it again.