Newbonomicon here! Sorry for not getting this in sooner, I ended up working on too many things at once.
Calgaron
Calgaron once thought he'd never throw his lot in with thieves and smugglers, but that was a lifetime ago. Now, he hides his face, but the stench of decay betrays the rotting corpse he inhabits. For, you see, death refuses to take Calgaron, and so his soul remains in this world, neither living nor dead.
His first death was a suicide, and to this day he wears the noose around his neck as a reminder that there is no escape. He has not tested his luck since then, too frightened of what might await the man who died twice. On principle, he hasn't told a soul how he found himself condemned to live this wretched half-life, but it must have been truly horrible.