Terry Kaywald

#### Apperance

Tall sickly pale birch elf, with thin proportions, although bulky in shoulders to support the weight of his large metal right arm. Gun metal grey steel makes up the constucted arm, typical human outline in construction until the forearm, where the chanlel brodens some, connecting to the comidly large pointed claw for a hand. Pistons & loom works are aperent through the frame of the prothestic, with the claws being capale of producing/performing sowing actions. Dark sage hair & eye put upon sickly skin, with permanent bags underlining the eyes.

A black, buckled filled trench coat hangs over his form in sections, while acting forfit in others. Zillions of patches line this cloathing, obviously undergoing numberous repairs, although managing to look not mangy. Pockets galore adorn his clothes, filled to the brim with extra sowing materials, morge chemicals, & taxidormy tool/supplies, sometimes spilling out of pockets. Simulary patchwork jeans cover his ridiculously long legs. ending at gothic black dress shoes.

#### Personality

Strange acting, genrarly a little creepy. Socialy akward altough unafraid to engage in coversation, saying phrases which always come across as meanacing. He speaks on death constitently, obsessed with kadavars & perserving their beauty. Willing to help folks, & leans on the nice side, but will draw a line on business, acting the unsettling buisness man.

#### Abalities

A cleric of The Weaver, focoused on the feilds of reanimation, pupetry, & fear. With times & materials, he can create taxodermied zombies of pratcily any once living bodies. His metal claw while capable of slashing, can also sow thread what it comes across, including skin. This sewing can be used to dibilate people, sew them for medical purposes, or genral craftsmenship.

In genral he emits an unsetling pressence, but on the battle feild activly projects an aura of fear, causing any of those with wavering conviction to fill with fear. If any attacks are sustained by Terry, then they will cause wavers regardless. Those close to death, or beyond it, he can puppet their bodies, with the deader they are, the more control. Literal puupet strings are emited for this abality, and can be used to pull people or force limbs to jerk, with full control letting him let the fight/function in a lumbering faction.

#### History

Was born in the northern sea, on the island Bafnonack, born to one of birch trees within the inner most sanctuary. In that island, he was raised by alkaline trolls, were he took on the last name Kaywald from his greastest care taker amoung the tribe. Encoutered a swarm of dead lycanthrops after they failed to raid the sancatury, & was obbsesed by their corpses. He studied their biology, & after inspecting all their bodies, including those left by subsiquent failed raids, he gained a signficant knowledge of humanoid biology. This obsession with death acted as his tribute of faith, & he gained magic of The Weaver in return.

After outliving his mentor, & lving in Banfnonack for about 200 years, encoutered a still living, although barly, lycanthrope who survied another failed raid. Terry decidied to attempt to aid, & was able to in secret repair the near dead man, [TerryLycanthrope]. After this [TerryLycanthrope], was distrustful, but after more nurturing grew fond of his saviour. Eventually the rest of island caught on after Terry failed to hide his hunts for food for his subject, & was subsiquently told to hand over his patient for exacution. He refused, & while typicaly would be punished for treason, he was given the chance to leave with his new companion along with provisions & a boat from the tribe as a thanks for this centrury long medcine work. He abided, with him & [TerryLycanthrope] leaving the island together. As he left, more lycanthropes attacked, & in the midst of his escape attempt, lost an arm to one of stalagbites.

After escaping, spent a long time lost at sea useless due to his terribel seasickness, surving only on [TerryLycanthrope] hunting skills now that he made a proper recovery. Ended up on the Wood Shelf after about a month at sea, & decided to settle their after realsing the island contained so much constant cycles of death. Wandered out into the Gloom Sprout, & built Terry's Taxadormy. [TerryLycanthrope] acts as doorman for the company, also gathering food, as Terry throws himself into his work.