Guilderoy

Birds

• Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
  
  Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
  
  While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
  
  As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
  
  “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
  
  Only this and nothing more.”
  
  
  
  

• The Man

  Name: Guilderoy
  Age: Twenty-seven
  Sex: Male
  Weight and height: Five foot nine inches and a delicate one hundred and twenty pounds.
  Skin tone: Pale with just enough pigment
  Hairstyle: Bangs hang where they please, hair often pulled back into a loose ponytail between shoulders to mid back
  Hair color: Mahogany
  Eyes: Amber colored almond shaped eyes, fringed with lashes a bit too long for those of the male persuasion.
  Markings:

  A tattoo.

  

  Freckles across the bridge of his nose.
  Ethnicity: Danish
  Abilities: A mage of sorts. Always seen with spell tomes. Healer, mostly. Has the ability to see otherworldly things, like a replay of where a murder took place.
  Clothing style: Like a gentleman. Peacoats, riding boots, the whole lot.
  Always has on his person: His side bag, his familiar raven named Never.