Makes sense to me, wanted to double check.

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[color=#9cb6c3][b]Name:[/b][/color] Solomon Sparrow

[color=#9cb6c3][b]Species:[/b][/color]  Archlich

[color=#9cb6c3][b]Age:[/b][/color]  151 years

[color=#9cb6c3][b]Gender:[/b][/color]  Male

[color=#9cb6c3][b]Appearance:[/b][/color]  Tall, yet lanky in appearance, few have ever seen his face. He wears a long cloak, shoal, and a hood of varying shades of black and gray. The hood casts a shadow that covers his face and he also wears a mask up over his nose, so even if the light hits him just right, all one would be able to see was grayed skin and sunken eyes of indiscernible color. He has a true height of 6’6”, but he is hunched over and will likely appear shorter. The only part of his person not covered in cloth are his hands and forearms when his sleeves fall back. They appear to be gray and aged held tight to the bone of his arm. His fingers are long. He has a gold band of pristine shine on his left hand ring finger.

[color=#9cb6c3][b]Bio:[/b][/color]  Solomon once lived life as a traveling doctor, specializing in pharmaceuticals and relying on magic when medicine could not work or work in time. He wanted to help those who didn’t have access or afford magical medical aid such as from healing potions or clerics. He also worked to help aid those where magic wouldn’t help, such as the elderly.

During his travels, he eventually settled when he met a woman working to help those afflicted with an unknown, yet painful and slow acting disease. After he had managed to halt the disease’s progression, he stayed, and married the woman. Shortly after this, he lost them when an ex-military came and slaughtered the village. The village used to be a militia of their own waging battle against the ex-military at a time before the trade treaties were made.

Solomon then turned his attention from curing the sick, to curing the dead. Though he knew that when he gains that knowledge, he could never save his beloved or the people of that village, it still brought him a goal. The goal also tied to his own revenge against the ex military, binding them into his service even after death. He knew time would work against him. In order to keep death, the very thing he was looking to end, away from him, he abandoned his humanity. Imprudent, Solomon turned his life to that of the undead. Death would not be his end, it would become his ally until the time came where it became abolition. Few if any knew what had become of Solomon and fewer if any knew of his new form in undeath.

Solomon still worked as a doctor. Despite his cold appearance, he does render aid to those in need, though his focus in life has changed. He would command death. He had become well known for communing with the dead and unlocking the secrets they took with them. It held true especially for those he held a contract. Healer of the living, and commander of the dead, Solomon’s skills might not be for the faint of heart, but his methods do shed light on what was once lost. The dead see everything, so there are few rocks to hide behind.
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Backstory:
	A traveling doctor of sorts, he spent most of his young adult life studying at the best colleges around the kingdom. He was fascinated with physiology and wanted to help those where tradition magic could not. Not everyone had access to magic, potions, or the like. And there were some conditions magic would not treat. So as he studied, Solomon decided that he would travel to those villages where he could treat the sick, broken, and elderly. He specialized in medicines, using herbs and ingredients he could find in nature. And for those who needed more immediate treatment, he knew just enough about magic to heal so the medicine could do its job.

	He didn’t decriminalize between the three kingdoms, and though his trips left him away from home for months, he carried on. Over time, he noticed the routine of what he provided, and saw how often those without support were left without. Potions were expensive, so even in places with a healthy apothecary, his services were never without demand. It was clear that like a horse with a maimed leg, it would be better to leave them behind, or let them pass. If a healing potion could not fix it, the person was not worth saving. 
	
	It might have been his sympathy then that when he found a woman trying her best to care for not only her own parents, but several of the other elders within the town afflicted with a cursed disease, he grew quickly attached. He did everything he could to understand the disease and develop a cure. The disease was slow, painful, but had obvious signs of its progression. Using all he learned of pathology and herbology, Solomon was able develop a salve that didn’t cure the disease, but did put it into remission. He stayed there a year continuing to work on a way to perhaps finally dispel the disease.

	During that year, his fondness of the woman grew and that autumn they had wed. However, it was not to last. He had left for a neighboring village when they requested his help to treat the bite of a snake to one of the mayor’s children. The trip took him three days, and when he returned, he noticed the village had been burned. He could hear crying and pleading for mercy. When Solomon had entered the center of town, he could see several unknown entities, wearing militia armor, though the fire behind them did not help illuminate the crest in the darkness of the night. They dragged people to the center where a bonfire of bodies burned. The people were slaughtered and tossed in. Solomon could hear them shout. The people of the village were cursed for a reason. The attackers wanted some kind of recompense and since death had not taken them yet, they were to do it themselves. 

	Solomon did not escape unscathed. He was quickly spotted and cut down. Solomon was trampled, looted, and left bleeding on the ground. As the dawn broke the horizon, so did Solomon’s eyes. He clasped the wound across his torso. The damage was grievous, but thankfully not fatal. He patched himself, and staggered to his home which lay empty. However, he did find the hand of his beloved, cut jaggedly below the wrist lying on the floor by the edge of the door frame.

	Solomon was devastated, and now wanted to have revenge of his own. Having traveled the lands for years, he knew where he could go to gather information. He went to traveling merchants, bards, and historians. He discovered the group that had attacked the village were descendants of former military turned into a mercenary group for money. Though they were referred more to as bandits. They were a petty bunch who would take any reason they could to cause suffering and make coin. When Solomon learned of the reason they attacked the village, he grew that much more angry. Back before the trade treaties were made, the inhabitants of the village were a military of their own, and battles over various territories would commence between them, and ancestors of their now attackers. This militia held grudge in the name of someone else against Solomon’s recent home. It might have been better if they had no reason at all. Solomon knew that even with such weak morals, the group was still numerous, skilled and ruthless. While reasonably fit, Solomon was not equipped to deal with the group as a combatant. Instead, he turned to the skill set he knew best.

	One night he found one of the bandits drinking alone in a tavern, attempting to flirt with several of the women who were sitting along the bar. He was already pretty drunk, and Solomon used that to his advantage. He managed to coral the bandit into a room at an inn using false promises of booze and women. Once they were alone, and the door closed, it couldn’t be said what occurred in that room. When Solomon left, the room was spotless save for a man sleeping peacefully on the still made bed, never to wake again. The reason for it would be unknown even to seasoned morticians.

	Solomon found the camp the former militia had built. In order to make them suffer like he had those in the village, he resorted to poisons and diseases. Those afflictions he was once committed to ending, he had used against the former militia. Their lax nature and hearty attitude of supposed invincibility made it easy to taint their barrels of wine, or burn toxic gases down wind towards their camp. Once they were incapacitated to the point they couldn’t fight, Solomon made his presence known. He made those who had not perished yet swear loyalty to him. He opened a large tome, wrote a contract in blood, and bound them with a seal. Those still conscious swore a pact to Solomon, a bond that would never break even beyond death.

	As Solomon traveled seeking answers, he continued his studies more towards the mystical than practical. As a doctor, he wondered if he could fix death. If there was a chance to bring back the only good thing he found throughout the decades he spent moving from town to town. If he could command the dead at least, there may eventually be the chance. For now, though, he had learned enough to bind these doomed outlaws into his service. Once the contract was signed, Solomon walked away. The bandit leader cried out for him to fix what Solomon caused. Solomon continued to walk. He knew that even when the leader passed, he would still be bonded with Solomon. Until death could be cured, they would not escape it.

	Solomon continued traveling, spending more time at each stop than before. Time would no longer be an issue for him. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it would work for now. His goal was placed, and even if it took more time than he was granted, Solomon was going to find a way to achieve it. Abandoning his humanity, he kept his soul true, or so he believed. He would end death, but for now it had become a tool. It could wait to claim Solomon a little while longer.
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[color=#9cb6c3][b]Skillset:[/b][/color] 
Professional medical provider using tools and supplies from a healers kit. Very meticulous with a needle.
He can also preform simple surgeries.
As a result of his travels, he knows how to mend his own clothes, prepare simple foods, and forage
He can make a variety of medicines and salves from herbs and wild plant life
As an undead being, he does not need to eat, drink, or sleep, but will still consume food for the joy of it.
He cannot be diseased or poisoned, but is still susceptible to bodily harm.
He knows by memory most common trade routes, so as long as there is a road, he could figure out where he is.

He can speak with the dead.


[color=#9cb6c3][b]Spells:[/b][/color] 
Using his spell book, he can bind other undead into his service. The spirits of those undead are then stored within the book itself until called upon. Undead with physical bodies collapse into ash, and a new body forms where ever Solomon calls them. He can also bind living beings. However living beings cannot be called upon, but once the being perishes, whatever form of undead their soul manifests shall be bound to Solomon. And as long as Solomon holds the contract, an undead will form. If Solomon culls the contract, whether the being passes on will be the choice of the undead.
[b]- Animate Dead:[/b] If a creature is recently deceased, Solomon can animate them. They will maintain primal instincts and creatures of higher intelligence can recall memories of their past lives. They will listen to Solomon’s command. Creatures animated with way cannot be bound to his spell book. They can only do what is physically capable of them.
[b]- Summon Dead:[/b] Calls upon any of the undead bound to the book. Spirits can be either incorporeal or made of flesh that is formed out of the earth. Their form will resemble what they looked like in life as well as maintain some of their personality. However, they cannot disobey Solomon’s commands. They can only do what is physically capable of them.
[b]- Incorporeal Form:[/b] Solomon can temporarily make himself untouchable, and likewise unable to interact with the world. He turns to that of a shadow and can change his stature, and shape, able to hide away in small crevices. In this form he can achieve some variation of flight. The spell has a maximum duration of thirty minutes or until he ends it himself. Once the spell ends, he returns to his normal form and shape.
[b]- Dagger Hold:[/b] Solomon can latch onto the essence of a living being and prevent them from moving. Fighting the hold is painful and can cause physical trauma. However, the strength of the hold is no stronger than Solomon’s own physical prowess. Though Solomon is stronger than he looks, most able bodied can break the hold, though painful to do so. Solomon has to be within about 30 feet to cast the hold, and he cannot do anything else while maintaining it.


[color=#9cb6c3][b]Equipment:[/b][/color] 
[b]Death Tome:[/b] Large spell book bound to his person, it holds the contracts of the living and dead who are bound to his will. It also acts as his anchor to the living realm, allowing him to continue existing in the world though he should have passed years ago. The book strapped to his back, partially covered by his robes, and clasped shut between two thin metal plates with several leather belts. As long as he has it, he has access to the spells and contracts inside. Should it ever be destroyed, Solomon would cease to be.

[b]Healers Kit:[/b] glorified first aide.
[b]Knife roll:[/b] Rolled cloth holding knives of varying sizes
[b]Sewing Kit:[/b] needle and thread
[b]Potion’s kit:[/b] Vials, pestle and mortar, distiller, water skins and a pouch of commonly found ingredients
[b]Vials of unknown diseases[/b]
[b]Poison[/b]

[color=#9cb6c3][b]Other:[/b][/color]  His late wife's name was Adeline.

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