Alright here's me.

[hider=Benjamin Graham]
Name:Benjamin Graham

Age:114 

Appearance: Benjamin is a mostly silent, bitter man. His voice is raw and gravaly from lack of use. Thus hair is a long filthy unkempt gray. His eyes are a filmy half blind brown. He would stand at 5' 8'' if he stood up straight, yet with his slouch he is closer to 5' 5'' He almost perpetually wears his GraveKeeper uniform. Knee length boots of a waterproof make, dull gray trousers, a warm forrest green button up shirt, a cloak starting at the shoulder and ending at the waist, finally a wide brimmed hat. The uniform was designed to keep of the rain, provide warmth, protection, and scare of unsavory sorts.

Gender: Male

Backstory: Benjamin Graham has worked as a Ashtyn Grave Keeper for nearly 95 years stubbornly refusing to retire or die until he is certain that his charge will remain safe after his death. In his youth he was a wild man, squandering his families fortune on drink, women, fine clothes, but most often cards and games of chance. He found himself deeply in debt as he had wasted the wealth his dead family left him. Benjamin was left with a choice, rot in prison for the rest of his days, or become a Grave Keeper as Ashtyn had been left without one for nearly 3 years. Despite long he ago paying away his debts, Ben buried himself in his work devoting his entire life to keeping the graveyards safe, and the dead at rest.

He is unofficially recognized as the head Grave Keeper of Ashytyn and takes it upon himself to train the new Grave Keepers. He has no life outside of Grave keeping, and is only seen outside his cemetery cottage while working, or buying supplies.

Equipment: Grave Keeper uniform, well worn and older than most Grave Keepers careers.
Shovel kept razor sharp and ready. A pike like blade is on the butt end of the handle.
A rail splitting axe, for the dangerous undead.
A satchel filled with trinkets and mementos to help the peaceful dead find the life, includes coins, tinker toys, a silver mirror, a holy book, paper and pen for writing messages, and a match book.
A belt with many flasks and bottles tied to it. Some are potions and concoctions necessary for his trade, others are medicine for his age and health, and one or two are simply alcohol.

Other: Thinks helping the benign dead pass on to be the most enjoyable part of the job. Hasn't collected his pay in over 12 years, it's all waiting for him at the office, and when he purchases something they just collect it from there.[/hider]