Bucket

• Very messy hair. Wears it in braided pigtails w/more braids elsewhere.
• Blind in his right eye! The eyelid is torn, too.
• Nails are chipped/cracked.
• Probably smells like death.

Upon first meeting him, he can come across as quite apathetic. He's nonchalant and his expression hardly changes from hi neutral gaze no matter what is going on around him. However, if one happens to spend more and more time around him, they'll see there's a bit more to him than meets the eye. Though typically a quiet man, when he does open his mouth, he's charismatic and very much a storyteller. He can also be quite observant, used to being the person his clan would seek advice and wisdom from, and uses his insight into people to his advantage.
He's a little clueless about life outside his clan, however, and can become distracted. He does what he likes regardless of others' opinions and input, and what he thinks may be best. It's often a harmless moral to have when exploring new places, mostly getting caught up on things he wouldn't see back in his firbolg clan--shows, specialty shops, strange animals, etc.

Bucket, or The Undertaker as he was known as in his clan, came from a clan of firbolgs that celebrated death as much as they did life. Firbolgs live very long lives and thus his clan had special rituals associated with the passing of one of their own, considering death a special sort of occasion that called for mourning and celebration. The rituals varied based on cause of death and the person in question, but Bucket was in charge of it all. He prepared the dead for their return to earth and he sent them on their way, giving great speeches and songs to guide them into the afterlife.
In addition, as the one who dealt with death and guiding the spirits home, Bucket was a source of wisdom for the clan, the man many younger firbolgs came to for advice on a vast matter of subjects. Occasionally, the chieftain even sought him out for personal advice.

Though he may have come across as a little strange even to his fellow firbolgs, Bucket had a lovely mate and a son, both of whom he loved from the bottom of his heart. His mate, while smaller and more delicate than he, was a hunter and a bit on the feisty side compared to his calm demanour. She met an untimely demise in an ambush while out hunting, and Bucket held the most astounding of rituals for her.

While it wasn't his mate's death that got him interested in necromancy, her death did cause him to pursue it more seriously, as he wondered if bringing someone back from the dead was something he was capable of doing, though it's not something he would have tried on her--she deserved to be returned to the earth so that she may be reborn from it again. However, after years of studying the art of necromancy, a small hunting party was yet again slaughtered and Bucket decided to put his newfound skills to use, calling upon Myrkul to raise the dead firbolgs so that they may avenge themselves.
This was, unfortunately, not met with the reaction he had expected from the chieftain and was exiled from the clan for debasing the bodies of the dead and preventing them from passing on as was necessary and deserved.