Name: Mortimer Costello
Alias/Nicknames: Mort, Bone Head, Bones.
Race: Awakened Undead (Sapient, Ageless, Bloodless, Sleepless, Does not need sustenance nor breath, Dark Vision, Can assemble and disassemble self at will)
Gender: Male
Background:
If you were to believe what this dusty pile of bug-infested bones has told, he claims to be a victim of a botched lichification experiment performed unto him by a twisted and demented mentor he can't ever name for the unlife of him. Claiming that before and after that memory, every thing else just becomes a blur. It could have been hours or days...maybe even decades later he found himself, dead but not completely dead, in one of the many dank and dreary rooms of the Everdark. Ever since that day Mort has been living in the dungeon. Knowing that his life on the surface was over, he made the most of things here with his new community. During his time in the dungeon, Mort discovered that he had gained the magical ability to manipulate any number of insects within a limited area. Useful for what was to come to the Everdark.
During the defense of his new home, he was nearly slain a second time had it not been a stroke of fate that his would be killer mistook Mortimer collapsing into a pile of bones his death. When he came to, his home was wrecked and a number of his friends were slain. On that day Mortimer swore undying vengeance against those adventurers...but his immediate concern was to locate the surviving members of his community and rebuild.
Personality: You can describe Mort to be a social chameleon; doing what he can to not be an outlier in any given group he wishes to be a part of. But he is a believer of the rule of reciprocity where respect begets respect and rudeness begets rudeness. He likes to collect peculiar objects he finds throughout the dungeon and the very rare times outside of the dungeon, peaceful walks throughout the halls of the Everdark, and the insects that inhabit his skeleton. He dislikes few things but he absolutely abhors Adventurers.
Appearance:
Image as above but with two motes of blue flame floating in his eye sockets acting as his pupils.
Skills:
- Combat Skill: Insect Swarm [Summon a swarm of venomous insects to fight for you]
- Non-Combat Skill: Hoard of Stuff [A hoard of items that may or may not be useful.]
Possessions:
- Tattered Suit and Crested Hat
- Pocket Sand