| Full Name |
Rasch Cursebane |
| Race |
Human |
| Classes/Levels |
Alchemist 1 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
Medium |
| Age |
20 |
| Special Abilities |
Bombs |
| Alignment |
N |
| Deity |
Pharasma/Nethys |
| Location |
Sothis/Absolom |
| Languages |
Common, Osiriani, Necril, Draconic, Aklo, Ancient Osiriani |
| Occupation |
Alchemist |
| Strength |
10 |
| Dexterity |
14 |
| Constitution |
14 |
| Intelligence |
18 |
| Wisdom |
10 |
| Charisma |
10 |
About Rasch Cursebane
Rasche is a rail thin osirian male with almond eyes and standoffish disposition. He is not in adventuring for the money, instead knowledge is what he seeks. The debts of his youth are the only thing which drive for the benefit of the society. Once mummy touched as a child, and cured at great expense by retainers of the sapphire sage, he is bound to service.
The other key feature about Rasche is the fact, he is scared of death... having tasted the attentions of the undead and his people's views of the dead. Pharasma is in his heart, but his dreams are tortured of arcane distillery and ambitions.
He has been plagued by the wails of the dead in thoughts and dreams for so long, he has started to work towards there goals even if absent minded. Having taken steps to learn the ancient tongue of the native people and hollow winded wails of the dead in the language called necril.
