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Amber is a strange young man– his pretty face would lead a mere passerby to think nothing of him, but a single genuine interaction with him and you’d be inclined to disagree. His words are often laced with an air of secrecy and superiority, with compliments clumsily dished out at the worst of times, praising you for the most asinine of accomplishments (barely things to consider as one) – all as if you were a bumbling child, a simpleton. Be as it may, Amber genuinely means each and every word that slips– he just has an odd way of expressing it, and anything else for that matter. He isn’t much for conversation in general, and tends to shy away from most– only willing to talk if necessary, and choosing to simply observe rather than directly engage.
Where he was born could be described as nothing short of a ghetto. Death and disease plaguing every inch of his small town, he was quickly left with nothing but himself as a child, and a bizarre fascination with all things macabre blossomed soon after. He left his tiny town for unknown reasons, and would rather not speak of it. Currently, he acts as the co-owner of The Wax Quail- a local tavern privy to the few passersby and adventurers that come about. he carries a massive meat cleaver on him at all times due to him acting as the tavern's head, and only, chef (and a rather skilled one at that).
dammnn.. he is such a bad bitch though!!!!!! i'd fucfk the shit out of that CLERIC
