Seeing how many humans there seem to be at the moment, time to bring in a character who's from another Homeworlder race.
Homeworlder
NAME: Nargul
RACE: Doban
GENDER: Male
AGE: 33
JOB/ROLE: Druid
SKILLS/ABILITIES: Is acquainted with the wilds and has extensive herbal knowledge, capable of brewing various remedies if given enough time and proper ingredients. Is an average fighter who's slow in combat but due to his tough skin can take damage for a little while.
WEAPON(S): Staff, sickle.
APPEARANCE: Bald, muscular, pointed ears, large jaw, average height (for a Doban; short by human standards), scarred right eye. Wears tanned leather clothes (and fancy green cloaks whenever he can afford one...although he has a tendency to lose them if he goes drinking).
PERSONALITY: Likes to drink and uses mushrooms to see visions from what he believes to be the Spirits of the Wild. Laid back most of the time but becomes reserved and quiet if people keep asking him about his distinctive scar and how he got it; he instead prefers to steer conversation elsewhere if the subject is brought up. Isn't fond of people who call his race dumb muscle and likes to believe himself more intelligent than the average Doban. Fashions himself a poet and hopes to one day compose the Perfect Ode but hasn't had much luck so far due to his unorthodox verses which some consider off-putting.
BACKGROUND: Born in a Doban city deep within the mountains, Nargul was raised to become a worker in the mines. However, he didn't think much of his surroundings or his less than creative job and when he learned that an old druid in the community was seeking an apprentice, he sought him out and was accepted after he proved himself to him. He was taken to the outside world where he studied herbology and human language with his master and came across other races, including a band of human actors from whom he purchased a tome full of old poetry. Having read the book, he was inspired by the words and planned to one day compose what he'd deem the Perfect Ode, a poem which would bring tears to the eyes of anyone listening to it.
After his master's passing, he decided to continue his journeys to explore the world and gain more knowledge about herbology and poetry while doing odd jobs as a translator and as a muscle-for-hire. He received his distinctive scar at some point and has remained secretive about it for reasons only he knows. His journeys and need of money have recently led him to Lucrecia where he hopes to earn enough money to purchase proper travelling clothes for his future journeys after losing his previous cloak in a drunken bet.