Sveargith

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• Statistics

  Forename: Abahaym
  Surname: Sveargith
  Age: December 23rd; stopped counting at age thirty-five
  Gender: Male
  Height: 6'1"
  Weight: 145 lbs
  Species: Wolf; canis lupus
  Body Type: Tall, gangly and gaunt. His features are narrow and his cheeks are slightly sunken. He has very thin wrists and long spindly fingers topped with lengthy, tapered claws
  Notable Features: Patches of fur missing, predominantly around his neck, and a small spot on his nose. The deathly pale flesh beneath is visible. Side effects of his profession
  
  Marital Status: Single, though unavailable. Permanently unavailable. He enjoys a life of shameless hedonism and has a casual approach toward sexual affairs
  Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
  Dominant/Submissive: Oh so very dominant
  Alignment: Neutral Evil
  
  Weapons: A flintlock pistol. He has a dreadful shot. Is also known to carry a short, leather whip
  Possessions: Glass vials, a small pouch of coins for incidental expenses, tobacco and an obscenely long-stemmed, wooden pipe
  
  Likes: Sadomasochism, eureka moments, pipe smoke, the smooth skin of a human, literature, feeling important. Blood, sex and violence
  Dislikes: Rejection, panhandlers, those who are lowbrow and uneducated, bad manners

• Behaviour

  Sveargith is bizarre. It’s unknown as to whether he has always been mad, or his insanity is the result of many years spent dabbling with unstable chemicals. He enjoys pain, inflicting and receiving. It reminds him that he is still alive. The arcane and highly coveted elixir of life awarded him the gift (or devilish curse) of immortality and the veil between the living and dead has since become thin and blurred.
  
  Although deeply twisted, he often appears to be the perfect gentlemen, equipped with a set of compliments to suit the occasion. The way he speaks, his vernacular is beguiling and charming. A lure for those weak of mind.
  
  His façade of civility is astonishingly convincing but there is no escaping the true nature of the wolf. For his very essence is chaotic and those who disapprove and protest him truly run risk of evoking the beast that lies within, as it is merely dormant and waiting to rear its ugly head.

• Alchemy

  They say that in order to succeed as an alchemist you need to be a little bit crazy. Fortunately, Sveargith has crazy by the bucketload.
  
  He is a man wholly dedicated to his craft who will enthusiastically tell you that, "Alchemy is the marriage between science and magic!"
  
  Whilst he may be a creepy, lecherous fiend socially, when it comes to his work he is a devoted scholar and ultimately a bastion of alchemical knowledge. Known in his circle for his wild, hazardous experiments and willingness to use himself as a guinea-pig whenever there is a lack of accommodating volunteers.
  
  He owns a formidable reputation and despite his unconventional approach he is considered a wizard of his trade. Just ask his clientèle, for they will surely give raving testimonials about their exotic purchases.