[b]Name:[/b] Leopold Thiel
[b]Age:[/b] 27
[b]Race:[/b] Not even he is sure.
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Sexuality:[/b] "Really? It's not bloody dogs if that's what you're asking."
[b]Class:[/b] Doctor

[b]Appearance:[/b] A human with a dog's head and a thin coating of stiff grey fur over his body. He has a light, sinewy build.
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[b]Weapon(s):[/b] A quarterstaff, a light crossbow and a quiver of bolts. He is deceptively skilled with these weapons, but prefers to let fights come to him rather than provoking them.

[b]Armour:[/b] Leo wears flaxen long sleeved shirt and trousers, a thick leather jerkin inset with metal rings for protection, a leather belt with a knife in a sheath and a pair of leather buckled boots. His clothing has remained simple as he maintains it himself and fashion has never been a priority for him. When it is cold, he wears a green woollen cloak with a cowl. He also carries a knapsack over his shoulders containing various supplies and belongings.

[b]Personal Trinkets:[/b] A small surgeon’s kit, with required tools and materials, as well as magical components for other methods of healing. He tends to keep this kit close and in his bag most of the time as they were hard to obtain. Also, a pipe with the relevant accessories.

[b]Short History:[/b]
Leopold tends to not elaborate on his past. What people have teased out of him over drinks is that he was the son of a sorceress and a courtier. How such a match was made is anyone's guess, but they were both human. In fact, Leo was born a human child, and changed into something resembling a dog over the space of two painful months. He became what he is by circumstances unexplained, but it occurred early in his life and defined him ever since. No wizards or wisemen could work it out or cure him. It was his very own inexplicable curse. Needless to say he was ostracised by his peers and developed a callous exterior, with layers of black humour and a sad filling. Nevertheless, he was raised with the drive for answers, eventually studying diligently into human anatomy and the techniques of healing wounds and diseases, all in search for a cure to make him normal again. In the process he became a skilled healer in many facets of the discipline, but had yet to find much in the way of clues as to his curse. Where he is not outright rejected in his travels, he has offered his services on many occasions, saving lives for coin.

Unwise leads and goose-chases in his travels had ultimately driven him to the Drakenwald in search for certain fae that might hold knowledge of his curse. It wasn't much, but it was something. It was unfortunate, then, that he had decided to wander into the edge of the wood where a group of bandits had decided to make their encampment. He ran as fast as he could into the trees, but he was noticed. His lapse in stealth resulted in him suffering an arrow through his arm. He could still run though, and run he did. He ran so fast that he thought he had lost the bandits, but too late did he realise that the bandits had intentionally broken off, not wanting to follow him too far into the cursed Drakenwald. He treated his wound as best as he could, but had neither the energy nor the resources to heal it completely. It was days upon days of wandering after that, he lost track of it all by the time he spotted a building through the trees.

[b]Other:[/b] Despite being prickly, Leo is uncannily empathetic. He seems to read people like books.