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Woolagher is a crochety old coot, with frizzy white hair and a scraggly beard. His brown robes hang in tatters around his knobby-kneed, spindly bow legs and his bright blue eyes peer fiercely from behind his bushy eyebrows. He has a high pitched, cracking voice that snaps irritably at any offending "whippersnappers," while he waves around his long, bony hands for emphasis. He is constantly muttering to himself, mostly lamenting the ignorance of every single soul on the face of the planet save himself. He has an extremely short temper, often causing him to hop up and down and shout at the top of his withered lungs at any offender, causing no shortage of amusement to passers-by. He has various strange and ridiculous looking flasks, pouches, jars, and other containers, full of mysterious ingredients that he can combine to create any number of wondrous effects. While he has little real talent for actual magic, his potions and concoctions are extremely potent, and often highly destructive. |
Woolagher has always been a recluse and a wanderer. He is well known all over Kragora as a crackpot wizard, although most have no idea his "wizardry" is actually chemical reactions. He actually holds a great deal of animosity towards wizards, thinking magic is unnatural and the only true power is that which nature bestows. He does have some latent magical abilities, which he tries hard to repress. |