Nosramus

Nosramus is an immortal being, standing at 5’9. His birth year is somewhere in the late 500s.

Nosramus has a slender physique, with graceful limbs that move with purpose. He is biologically male, however, he is very androgynous, and could possibly be mistaken for a woman at first glance. His skin is very pale, but has a peachy undertone.

Nosramus has gentle, feminine features. His eyes are cacao brown in color, and always seem to have a kind glimmer within them. His nose has a slight hook to it, and is a very prominent feature on his face. His lips are thin, and rosy in color.

Nosramus has extremely long, white hair. It goes well past his feet, and flows against the ground. His hair is completely straight except for some slight waves and texture.

Nosramus wears plain brown robes that go to the floor, dark brown gloves, and similar colored shoes.

Nosramus is a gentle, well-meaning man. He welcomes those who stumble across him with open arms. He often speaks with a smile that seems too genuine and kind for where he resides.

Nosramus is an alchemist, and an extremely talented one at that. In his abode he has many bits and bobbles that he uses for his alchemy. He uses any and all herbs he can find, as well as any other materials.

Nosramus is from a small group of past humans called The Fellowship. Those who were a part of The Fellowship consist of: Nosramus, Nilvan, Valtiel, The Tormented One, and Francois. This group of people ascended into New Gods, all except for Nosramus, who rejected godhood and instead took on a life of enlightenment.

Nosramus resides in the dungeons of the kingdom of Rondon. Far deeper than the dungeons themselves, inside of the mines. He lives in a small alcove that he has called his own. Despite likely being able to leave, he seems pleasantly at home within the mines. The dungeons are dangerous and savage at best, and Nosramus is certainly a breath of fresh air when it comes to such a dwelling.