Jared Masters

Born in the midst of the war between species that so frequently plagued his country, Jared and the rest of the Masters family lived peacefully in the country, hidden away as humans thanks to enchanted gems which disguised their harpy heritage. However, when he reached the tender age of 18, he was drafted into the human side of the war, reluctantly leaving his family to serve in the fight against his own kind. Knowing fully that he would be put to death if his avian heritage was revealed, Jared squared himself away quite nicely in the military, doing his best to keep his head down until his term of duty was fully served. 

Like all harpies, Jared had an inherent talent for magic, but unlike his father's ability for pyromancy or his mother's somnumancy, Jared's powers resolved primarily around necromancy. As such, he was recruited right onto the frontlines of the war to temporarily resurrect enemy combatants for information. However, despite Jared's talent for necromancy, his mana pool was next to nothing, and he was unable to perform his duty, thus creating a rather stressful situation for the young vulture.

Jared successfully was able to serve nearly a decade within the military before being found out by one of the men in his troop, wherein he was shot on the spot, thus leading to his death at the age of 28. However, Jared's inborn talent for necromancy had not gone unnoticed, and in his death, he was visited by a god known as one of the Many who resurrected him in exchange for ownership of his soul. This partnership was short lived, however, as Jared decided servitude really wasn't his thing and promptly slayed his savior, devouring her body so as to add to his own magical capabilities in one of the most gruesome ways possible.

With his newfound undead body, Jared's magical capabilities grew beyond imagination, leaving him with one of the largest mana pools possible, a complete turnabout to the nearly talentless mage he had been in life. With his magic taking the form of thread, Jared is able to "stitch" together bodies, thus creating various undead monsters and unimaginable monstrosities which he is only too happy to sell off to the highest bidder. As a result, the various guilds he's registered to have redubbed him as "The Stitcher", something that he's perfectly content with. 

Overall, Jared's death was much more a rebirth than anything else, and for the first time in his life, Jared found himself free of any and all responsibilities, which permitted for him to freely travel the land, only settling down once he established his beloved bar, the Wendigo Feast. Jared works primarily as owner and bartender of Wendigo Feast, while moonlighting as the leader of a small guild of necromancers that he has begun to gather to serve his own whims. ..Of course, his whims as of late have been treading dangerously close to "world domination" and "undead revolution", but it's difficult to tell if that's just a joke or not. At this point, Jared's true goals seem to be ambiguous at best, but perhaps that is for the best as he seems to be happy just as he is; running a bar and devouring his favorite burgers.

In terms of battle, Jared is used primarily as a sort of "battery" for the crew. He's a pacifist at heart, but truthfully, he uses that as an excuse to get others to do his dirty work for him. Instead of using his ridiculous magic pools to enhance his own abilities or cast his own spells, Jared generally sends out strings of pure magic to enhance and constantly power the mp of those below him, be they a low tier zombie or a higher lich like Nicolai. Since Jared's karma alignment is at the maximum levels of impure simply by nature of being undead, he's only really able to replenish the magic of other undead or evil aligned characters, as his dark magic would be incompatible with someone who is, say, a holy paladin or priest. (Though a corrupted priest like Michael is exempt from this for obvious reasons)

In any case, it's more apt to say that Jared is more of a puppetmaster than an active fighter, and support is definitely his place on the battlefield, assuming he ever steps foot onto one in the first place. 

Name: Jared Vincent Masters
Age: Mid 30's, unsure of exact age and doesn't care
Species: Vulture type Harpy/Lich
Birthday: May 10th
Height: 6'3''
Weight: 320 lbs (Is somewhat chubby and despite having hollow bones, his wings weigh a ridiculous amount)
Occupation: Bartender, freelance necromancer
Relationships:

Younger brother: http://toyhou.se/36996.merlot-masters 

On again/off again boyfriend: http://toyhou.se/37000.nicolai-vire

Ex boyfriend/Childhood friend: http://toyhou.se/95122.christoph-adler 

Godfather: http://toyhou.se/1056546.astral-adler

"Son": http://toyhou.se/646416.doppel-masters 

Misc fun facts:

~Has an extremely thick American Southern accent. He's literally the perfect stereotype of a hick and he loves it.

~Absolutely loves playing the harmonica, and is fully aware of how annoying it is. The annoyance of others only encourages him more.

~He doesn't necessarily need to eat, but it helps power the magic which keeps him "alive"

~He thinks he's a lot cooler than he really is tbh.

~He tends to supplement his income by grafting together various necrotic monsters and selling them to unscrupulous clientele. ...This might come back to bite him at some point, but he's never been one to plan for the future.

~He smells like clove cigarettes and dirt.

~He adores fast food, and if given the opportunity, will eat it incessantly. The greasier the better, in his mind.

~He tends to fly almost everywhere, though when he has the chance, he'll drive around in his beloved rust-bucket of a truck.

~His original left hand was cut off shortly before he died so when he resurrected himself, he made do with a random replacement. Sometimes the fact that it's human and therefore has 4 fingers and a thumb as opposed to the 3 fingers on his harpy hand screws him up. The tattoo on the back of his hand is not tied to the hand itself, but rather an inherant part of his 'stitching' magic. No matter what hand he stitches on, the eye symbol will reappear gradually like a bruise.

~He was murdered during his service in the military, and to this day is absolutely terrified of guns. Even waterguns, if pointed at him, will send him into a complete panic attack.

~His eyes glow in the dark and tend to dull as his magic supply wanes.

~His blood is pretty much gray sludge. It is disgusting, 0/10 would not touch.

~Has a phd in mathematics and is deceptively intelligent with calculations and such.

~He currently owns an interdimensional bar and loves coming up with various creative alcoholic beverages to serve any patron that may stroll through his many doors.

~His back is entirely covered in feathers, from neck to the back of his legs, it's a solid sheet of poofy orange fluff. Unfortunately, this means moulting season is pretty much agony because it's just a pile of itch for a good week.

~He drank an entire bottle of extra virgin olive oil once. He says it was for a dare but it's far more likely he just decided to do it because he could, though he'd never admit he liked it. Strangely, the bottle his boyfriend keeps in his kitchen for cooking often seems to be running empty more often than usual as well...

~His phone ring tone is Cotton Eyed Joe, and he is completely shameless.

~Perhaps as a result of his ill-fated tour in the military, he's admittedly rather racist against humans and mammals as a whole. That's what he says at least, though it really doesn't excuse his biased behavior.