So, I think we should scratch the cliche that all witches were women. A good number of men were burned for being witches too, ya know =P
Name: Zinzie "Zin" "Zinny" Searoby
State of mind: A little nutty
State of body: Healthy
Personality: Zinzie is an eccentric man. He may come off as a crazy ol' nut who lives in the woods, and that assumption wouldn't be too far off. He's often cheerful and optimistic, and very friendly. Zinzie is occasionally sought out by those who are truly desperate, and he often helps them for just a small fee of food, clothes, or other goods. He's not interested in money.
Skills: He's very skilled at potion making, with includes medical potions, antidotes, and many other things, depending on what ingredients he has and if he has the right book. It's like cooking.
As for magic, Zinzie only knows a little. His strong point in with his cauldron.
Appearance: Zinzie is a tall and lanky man, standing at 6'3" and weighing 167 pounds. He has an olive complexion, a messy head full of curly brown hair, and a goofy smile that never seems to go away. His eyes are often half lidded, stuck in an expression that makes him appear to be only slightly aware of his surroundings. He doesn't really come off as an overly brilliant guy, but he's smarter than he looks.
Biography: Zinzie was born in a quaint little town where witches weren't thought to be a problem. His mother had fallen ill, when he was young. Most of his memories of her are her laying in bed, clinging to life. She finally passed when he was 5 years old. Zinzie's father was the witch of the family. Like Zinzie, his strong point was in potions. He made a business out what he did, selling his potions as 'medicines'. Luckily, Zinzie's dad was a charming man who easily won over the one horse town. When word got out that he was actually a witch, he coined the term 'witchdoctor', remembering that he had heard it as a tribal term. Seeing as the proof of his practice was all over town, people were hesitant to burn him. It was later decided to let him live and continue doctoring.
Zinzie could have easily gone into the family business. He would have a nice, easy life: no one trying to burn, making potions as he pleased, and helping the people he knew and trusted. But of course not. Zinzie had to be different. He wanted to see the world, new people, and new things. So when he was old enough to leave home, he set off.
It was during his travels that Zinzie came across his best friend: Orren. Zinzie was taught by his father that no one should ever be outcasted. This is why, despite the major social taboo, Zinzie has made his company with the very definition of an outcast: a leper. Zinzie helps his friend in many ways, even if he can't create a potion to cure him. Zinzie and Orren became a traveling pair: Zinzie would set up his business in a town and sell his medicines until he was run off, and if the mob got too close, Orren would threaten to touch them.
Zinzie did this for years until he came across a place that really stuck for him. It felt different, like there might be other witches there. Zinzie set up, but was soon run out into the forest, where the villagers didn't dare go. Zinzie didn't leave, however. Instead, he set up a camp there and began to make a home. Using one of the only spells he knew, he set up a protective perimeter around their site to keep monsters at bay. Eventually, a wagon and a horse turned into a hut and a corral, which turned into a cabin, a garden, and a small shed for a barn. To this day, Zinzie and Orren still live in their cabin in the dark woods. Occasionally, a villager in desperate need for a cure or a potion will venture out to see him.
Name: Orren Lafrie
State of mind: Sane
State of body: Rotting away
Personality: Orren is often grouchy and rude. He doesn't say a lot, and really doesn't open up to anyone but Zinzie. He has formed a skill out of giving a one-eyed glare that holds as many daggers as any glare with two eyes. Underneath his wraps, you can bet there's a scowl on his face. He rarely ever smiles, and tends to be something of a pessimist.
Skills: Orren is not a witch. Honestly, the only thing he's really good at is being a grump.
Appearance: It's hard to say what Orren really looks like when half his body, including most of his face, is covered in bandages. Orren has lived with leprosy for several years now; long enough for the disease to disfigure his body. His frame is small and a bit too thin, standing at only 5'5". His skin is pale underneath all the clothes and wraps, and usually sickly. His one functional eye is blue-grey, the other is too corroded with sores and is blind. Orren's dark black hair contrasts greatly with his fair skin. It's usually covered by a hat to hide the fact that it is very unkempt. Orren is unable to properly care for himself, as his fingers are no more than stumpy nubs. Orren's body is littered with open sores that refuse to heal, including the bottoms of his feet. His toes are about as stumpy as his fingers, one foot so deformed that it causes him to walk with a limp. However, as excruciating as his appearance may seem, due to the nature of his disease, Orren can no longer feel pain on the outside of his body. He could burn his hands a scolding pot and not even realize it. Because the leprosy is essentially causing him to rot away, Orren has the constant odor of a dead body. However, Zinzie came up with the idea of treating his bandages with peppermint oil, so the smell isn't nearly as bad as it could be.
Biography: Orren once lived a normal, happy life. His family was dirt poor, but as a child, he never knew it. He played with other children who were also dirt poor, and sometimes joined his mother on the streets to guilt trip people into giving them food or money. His father was a laborer for a nearby farm, but got paid very little for his hard work. Because his parents could scarcely afford to feed themselves, they were rather eager for him to become independent.
However, even after leaving home, Orren remained poor. He lived in an overcrowded house with other people who were just as poor, worked hard for very little, and barely managed to scrape by. Because of the terrible sanitary conditions of his home, disease and infestation was nothing new. It wasn't all that surprising to find a few sores here and there. They could be infected wounds, rat bites, or really any number of things. But when Orren began to develop more and more, it became clear that something was wrong. The other tenants took notice and soon kicked him out. A home was no place for a filthy leper. And so Orren found himself jobless, homeless, and slowly falling apart. He was forced to find others like him if he wanted any sort of human interaction. Slowly, Orren grew into a bitter man.
It was by chance that he came across Zinzie, a few years later. The potion maker had apparently never been to a town big enough to see lepers roaming the streets. He was apparently horrified by the way others shunned Orren like some kind of stray mutt. Despite Orren's grumbles, Zinzie insisted that he talk to the poor man. It wasn't long before the two became friends. Orren agreed to travel with Zinzie, because honestly, what the hell else was he going to do?
(This is the correct body build and type of clothing, but about half of his face would be covered.)