Player: billysheep

Character Name: Searlas Clune

Age: Unknown

Sex: Male

Species: Boreray Ram

Height/Weight: 5'10, 164

Social Status: Outer class

Physical Description: A stout, diminutive ram, his muscular upper body almost an awkward contrast to his long, thin legs. His roman face is pure black, the color of his fur fading to grey, then white, around his thighs and legs. Grey whiskers offer a contrast to his dark face, seemingly always in shadow - massive, yellowed horns spiraling on either side of his head. His eye is a startling, glowing amber.

Though missing an eye, Clune's most obvious feature are his mutilated arms. The shoulders appear to be dislocated, laying flat instead of bulging as normal; his arms are twisted up behind his back, seemingly ritually broken and bound between his shoulder blades. Over the useless hands are stylized gloves, elongating his fingers to appear as great, membrious wings. Another set of mechanical arms have been installed under his mutilated ones; thin and spidery, they constant choke and
sputter with oil, rusted badly in many places, and obviously cannot hold much weight.

He wears a woolen, high-necked and long-sleeved leotard dyed a
magenta-red; over this, a coarse, shell-like garment fitted and
strapped to his back of a slightly darker shade, embroidered with symbols. His legs are bare, the wool allowed to grow long; his hard, hoofed feet need no protection.

Background: No one is quite certain where Clune has come from; only that he seems to have been wandering the Undercity for quite a long time. Through his madness he appears quite well-read and educated. It is naturally assumed that Clune is part of the Cult of Agony, because of his mutilations; however, in public, he seems to show open contempt to them and their beliefs. Perhaps because of this belief, the ram is oddly left alone by other denizens of the Undercity - thinking him either too harmless, or too dangerous.

Personality: He is something of an eccentric, having a reputation for being a
drug-addled masochist. He tends to speak in riddles or rhymes, their meanings hidden; or in ways that makes sense only to his own mad mind. However, he's rather well-fed for a supposed hermit - and there are darker rumors that surround his seemingly harmless form.


Weapons/Equipment: None.