Appearance: pockmarked, saggy, rubbry, sallow-green skin, missshapen teeth, sunken eyes, faint sent of mold in my breath.

Personality: As long as I'm satiated, I am calm no matter what the situation and speak enough to get my point across. I am slow to trust others, so often do others want what I have.

Background and Backstory: Dweller in Darkness;
"I had a good life, I was content with living the underbelly of Thalweg. As long as a few passers-by leave something for me, I was set for life. A sheep or goat, a prized cow or two, even managing to grab a few idol men or wemen, those where special nights. I even managed to sack an entire butchery one night. Never fogetting that feast."
"However, my life was apperently to good for them as I was coiled in hot metal by the elves of this land. They spoke of 'murder' and 'property damage' when all I was doing was living of the meals the city provides the they just left behind. Now I have to do everything theses elves say under their Lord of Embers's tenets. No matter, I'll find a way to thrive here just as well as down there."