Appearance: Standing at 4'3" with a scraggy, thin build and a filthy look even for a dwarf, long grey unkempt hair and a sizable matted beard fitting his overall look, Marok's physical features make him look much older than he actually is. Usually seen wearing grey robes (older students swear they were white once, but that seems to be more a myth than anything) that have spots of brown mud all over. His face is rugged and as dirty as the rest of him, with his blue eyes and his big nose making an expression of constant grumbling, and in general he looks like a dour dwarf who believes washing is a sin. His habit of keepíng small rats and spiders in his clothes does not help that image.

Name: Marok Gravelface

Age: 39

Gender: Male

Race: Dwarf

Personality: Actually quite friendly contrary to his looks, but a little odd in a lot of ways, which makes him distanced to most people - making friends is a lot harder when you can tell when somebody is lying and you can read their mind, after all. So many years of being able to know people in and out makes him neutral to most things, and as such he's not judgmental at all. Like most dwarves he enjoys his cursing and sarcasm. Incredibly protective of small animals for some reason, to the extent of keeping them on his body and carrying them around.

Powers: He's a diviner: being able to cast spells that predict the future (in a shady and oftentimes not helpful way), discerning lies when those without strong minds speak them, detecting things and creatures that are hidden from sight, and so on - he reads the strands of fate and sees things for how they really are. Pretty useless in actual combat though, and as he barely knows which end of the sword to grasp, he is a firm believer in the "run away and beg for mercy" strategy when faced with actual dangerous situations.

Position: Teaches the magic of Divination (see Powers) to those interested.

Other: none!