Appearance

Physical Description

Lanky

Body Features

His feet are just super condensed mycelium/hyphae

Facial Features

scar over left eye

Apparel & Accessories

something similar to a red hooded trench coat with white splotches and gold trim and tattered brown baggy pants

Mentality

Personal history

Growing up in Aremore, Burrol was taught the ways of the land. While he did help in tending to the crops, his interests were in potions and potion making. In these younger years he would try and make all sorts of potions, using his imagination as a guide. Most potions made by him were, unsurprisingly, useless. This did not stop him from his pursuit of potions, which improved greatly as he got older. At roughly 14, he tried his best to help with the large amounts of wounded immigrants coming in during the end slaughter, to little success with what little talent he had at the time. After this, he put all his extra time, energy, an resources into making good potions. He would later take part in the rebellions that took place after the slaughter. The Rebellion didn't last long, however, as it was stuck down by the Falstead soldiers. During the torching of Aremore, Burrol fled. During this flee for his life, he would catch a fungal infection from the surrounding mushrooms. This was no regular infection, however, this infection only took a few minutes to take place. He felt an overwhelming pain as the infection rapidly spread throughout his body. he could feel his mind being split into three as the infection had taken its toll.

Education

taught himself through trial and error

Employment

a farmhand, a potion maker, an impromptu healer in Aremore during the end slaughter

Mental Trauma

seeing your hometown burn down doesn't exactly easy on the mind(s).

person.sexuality

Asexual

person.gender_identity

Male

Personality

Social

Birthplace

Aremore

Current Residence

Burrol's Potions and Stews