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Height: 5’11 Inches.
Weight: 170 Lbs Around.
Age: 30 years ( aged well. )

Hair: A cool red that frames his face. The fine straight hair is cut at a medium length so he can pull it back when attending paperwork or playing around with kids. Bangs do escape, but they are brushed to either one side or another.

Eyebrows: Well kept...or at least he doesn’t have a unibrow.

Eyes: Hazel falling mainly into the green category. Normal eye sockets let him have the most expressions.

Face: A soft masculine face that works well with his beard. ( Beard has a few grey patches around his temples and lower lip. ) A little too angular when he shaves everything off though.

Beard: Stubble at this point. He doesn't have much time for save trimming it once it reaches a certain length. It does soften his face up and that is probably the only reason why he allows it to grow.

Skin tone: A fair complexion that has seen a bit of sun. His nose and ears are slightly red from either too much sun, too much booze, or too much heat or cold. .

Muscle distribution: Toned, but not overly muscular, but strength would surprise.


Clothing:
Dark brown leather traveling boots are worn almost all the time whether he is inside the castle or off tromping in mud. ( Drags in mud on purpose sometimes. ) Comfortable traveling pants are worn, and tucked into his boots, in either a formal black or a working stained ( we think ) brownish something. Belts grace his hips and waist holding many pouches that he uses to carry everything in that doesn’t fit in his coat pockets or saddlebags. ( either black, brown, or white). His shirt is fitted, sleeveless and is a high collar number in either black or night sky blue.
In formal settings he goes with his Alchemist ensemble that consists of a shin length vest that buttons once over his collar bone and a hooded robe that also buttons once over his collarbone via reverse buttons ( Buttons are underneath to give a seem less and magical sense about the robes. its an accidental tradition started from a probably drunk Alchemist and the trend hit off... . ). The outer robe does have a hood, an elaborate hood that is only worn on the head in extremely formal and diplomatic or ceremonial occasions. The rest of the robe drapes to his shins, and the sleeves are belled out to allow the accenting of movement as well as to allow the most movement possible in his arms. Widest part is at the elbow where it tapers off to a point for the remaining fabric. Since this leaves his forearms bear, Zel wears simple matching gloves that only cover his thumb, ring and little finger. The gloves go past his elbow and give the illusion that he is wearing a long sleeved shirt that is complex. ( easier to turn pages with a few finger tips exposed). The robe normally a dark red ( though the traditional is a grey or black), with the vest a striking white or black., with silver trim. (Again traditional would be a red, blue,yellow,or green trim.) The trim varies...

Informal? A good longsleeve tunic and a worn, tattered, and well loved traveling cloak. And if its cold he wears a hand knit sheepswool hat with tassles and a pompom. However when he is on travel for some reason or other, he is quick to don the native garb simply because those clothing items were designed for the area. His body'll adjust to the change anyways.

He usually shows up with at least the wool hat for summonings he think that are beyond stupid. Aka. Pretty much all the time. Even better, he shows up in full regalia....wearing the peasant hat. He doesn't seem to want to take anything seriously while in the Castle because to him, all the pompus acts are just acts. But he will quiet his acting out when sincerity is presented.

He is balanced to the point that it is insane. If I say he cannot do something, he cannot do something. If there is an exception, do not make a scenario that that is needed unless you ask me first because of all the unwritten consequences I have.

What separates him from the rest of the magical users on the island ( at this point) as well as the rest of his fellow Arcanium Fellows is his belief that magic is to be used in extreme cases only. If his life was on the line or one of his loved ones he would do everything in his power--and then some-- to keep them safe or not as likely to die. What is most curious is how he can do this with a minimal amount of tapping into his Skill.


Survival Skills:
Because he has always been on the road tending to his flock of sheep back in Nod, he was away from civilization for months at a time between his schooling. One quickly learns how to survive on next to nothing and what is safe to eat and what isn't. Later in his years, he started getting more and more into battles. Basic surgery knowledge was learned such as stitching up gaping holes and diagnosing if the person was savable or not. There are also those old wive's tale drinks he knows how to make ( and most of them are just dried leaves in tea and the mind does the rest.)

Healing:

Healing magic is something he doesn't do very often for one very important reason : To heal another, one must give up a part of themselves. Many healers forget that and that is why they tend to look washed out or used up by the time their skills are really needed. He can heal, hell, he could probably bring someone back from the dead with enough will power... But he doesn't. Instead he uses 'Alchemical Blood Stones' ( A concentration of life energy in varying amounts all depending on the shade of the red ranging from light pink to black as the abyss ) to aide him when he needs extra power to heal. Simply crush up the stones, let the 'liquid magic' seep into the skin at the wound, and sit back and bind as you would any other wound.

These stones are very rare and take quite a bit of energy to make. However, it takes reserved energy. Meaning he is just fine as his life force isn't tapped unless its one of those very special stones that could revive a person in battle. ( And those haven't been seen in over two thousand years! ). THere is some energy loss, so take that into consideration that anyone imbibing in one of those stones will not feel 100%, just maybe 90% to 95%..

As with his status, and his natural distrust of most everyone, Zel has more acquaintances than anything else. However, there are few that he holds dear and close. Or hates with a passion. Though, that's still kinda grey. Any relationship may prove useful.

Direct Family

Magus Nam Althos --- Grandmother (NPC)
--- She is the matriarch of the Althos clan and formerly was employed at the Castle before hiking back to Nod to spend the rest of her days dealing with her children and children's children. She aged very well, looking about a worn sixty years instead of her one hundred and seven. There was a falling out between Zel's mother and father and Nam, but it was simply over leaving the island to do research on the Land's Below. That is why Zel is more associated with Nam than his own parents... whom he does get letters from once in a while, when they remember to write them. Oh silly magic users. Nam doesn't run the village of Nod, she's just the Village Elder.

Kinley --- Wife/Fiance ( ~Kiana_Nala~ )
--- She's his wife and closest companion of the non-equine variety. Though there are still a few secrets even he cannot tell her --though he wishes he could-- Zel keeps her in the loop as much as he can. If anything happened to her, he would probably forgo his vows as both Crown Alchemist and to the Arcanium College to get her back. Eventually the two plan on having a few kids, but they first need to settle down and sort a few things out. Namely how they'll balance courtly life with the wild and unpredictable nature of the world they're now in.

Practically Family

King Azreth Deservian -- King, Unofficial Younger Sibling ( Azreth Deservian)
-- While the boy may be king, Zel treats him like any other person. Because they met when the boy almost was king, there is a bond between them. However, it was strained when Azreth's father passed away and suddenly there was this demon butler following the boy around. Zel speaks nothing of the demon as it would mean not only revealing to the public that their king summoned up a demon ( which is instant death), but it would bring political upheaval as well as break the promise to the late king to keep Azreth safe. Besides, the demon does more good than evil... And Azreth is growing into those tall shoes of his father.... excluding those annoying heels the boy always seems to be wearing.

Duke Edward Drake -- Close Confidant, Potion Tester ( TeC )
-- Pretty much the brawn of the Castle, and a great sport. The humble born noble keeps Zel in good spirits when the King kills the silly joy or drives Zel to the point of making rather not nice potions like parrots or slug potions. Ed would be the only other soul in the castle that Zel could amit he knew what and who the Butler was; the gravity of that situation was known and the two swear they know nothing about that more than happily. They tend to cause trouble when left to their own devices... not terrible trouble, just giant dragons made of water terrorizing the war yard.

Vincent -- Adoptive Son (Nay-nay)
--He found the boy clinging to a life not of his own, and had to literally drag him out the door to Avandere where the boy just picked up adventuring and royal guarding like a fish to water. The boy's wife, however, Zel just can't stand some days which is unfortunate as Zel loves the boy dearly. It has been quite some time since he last saw Vincent, so there is quite some anxiety surrounding the boy.

Friends

V -- Errand boy, Engineer ( Nay-Nay)
-- Zel found him wandering about Avandere one day looking utterly lost, showed off a few moves and that's how the poor inventor from a podunk town wound up living and managing the Royal Shop. Every so often, Zel would wander down excitedly and the two would create some new invention that would most likely blow up or be too dangerous to sell, but they'd have a blast.