Name: "Draken" (does not use his real name)<br/>Appearance: Wears a mask covered in arcane symbols and a black cloak most of the time. Underneath the cloak, his body is very lithe and highly dexterous. His skin is slightly tan, and he has no outwardly bulging muscles or body fat to speak of. Never takes the mask off. Some think it's actually his face.<br/>Age: 30-ish (just judging off the years of study to become a wizard)<br/>Race: Human<br/>Powers: Skilled at Necromancy (anything to do with the power of Entropy-this includes the undead), Evocation (the "KABOOM!" of magic), Conjuration (for him, summoning back-up) and is able to channel his arcane power through his katana.<br/>Personality: Enjoys a good game of chess, a good book, intelligent conversation, and anything that challenges his highly educated mind. Dislikes 'brutes', or any kind of situation where one fails to think of other options.<br/>Sexuality: He hasn't exactly had time to figure that out-Magical study and all that. But he prefers women.<br/>Position: Patron<br/>Bio: "Draken" was once a young child born with the gift of magic. Without an official magical academy anywhere near by, the local clergy did their best to teach him of his arcane power. He rejected the idea of magic, or any kind of power, being inherently good or evil, much to the dismay of his teachers. Still, he learned control of his power like a good little boy.<br/><br/>In his teenage years, he left for an actual Academy of Magic. On his first day, he showed up in the middle of an incident that caused several dozen zombies to rise from the grave. He put them down with one Necromancy spell. The council immediately decided to put him through at no expense, and he cemented the deal by always being the first to respond to emergencies and putting them down without incident.<br/><br/>He quickly became a skilled practitioner of Necromancy, and departed from the Academy with several skills under his belt. He attempted to return home, only to find the place ransacked and overrun with the dead. Knowing that he could have saved his home if he was there, he threw away his old name and identity, picked up the mask, and wandered the world looking for a new home.<br/>Other: DO NOT TOUCH HIS MASK. Seriously. The last guy that tried is now a talking skull in his bag (he uses the talking skull as a spellbook-insult to injury). If it's accidental, he'll let you off with a warning. If it's on purpose, you become his new servant.<br/><br/>Every day, he must "prepare" spells by reading them out of his spellbook (or in this case, having his talking skull recite the mystical incantations and formulas). This takes an hour.<br/><br/>What do you guys think?