Name: Janus
Height: 5'9''
Weight: 147
Hair: Black
Hair: Short
Hair: Neatly kept
Beard: Black, well kept
Eyes: Pale green
Nose: Slender and long
Lips: Average
Skin: Pale
Voice: Deep, Subtle and draw out in quiet all knowing rasps.
Age: Thirty one
Race: Human
Deity: Bane {Formerly Jergal, until the coming of Khelemvor, whom he despises}
Languages: Common (Currently)

As this man stands before you, you can not help but see his smug grin, and the confidence that spills out from him when dealing with his work in the labs of the Dread Magus, where his work shines through. He acts as if he knows something most don't, and is very patient in all his actions.  

He exudes pride and keeps to the highest of standards when speaking about his studies in the magical arts of Necromancy {The only thing he knows very much about whatsoever}. His attire is always kept neat and in perfect order, every crease and fold pressed to perfection. A folded adorned handkerchief is placed in his coat pocket, the emblem of a gauntlet bursting with green rays from the fist sewn neatly to it.

The only signs of dirt left on his attire, would be  the dusty remnants of old books and scrolls, that he constantly studies, and a bit of bone and dust on his boots, from walking the crypts recording the nature of the deceased or fiddling with the golem types about the lab.  

Janus tends to focus on his studies in the art of necromancy and the "Mirror of Life" or so he calls it.  His entire extended life has been put toward this art, and thus everything else has fallen to the wayside.  Including social skills, romantic relations, and even friends.  He prefers the company of the bubbling brews, and stitched minions of the lab as well as the comfort of an old scroll or manuscript to any human contact, something he is still learning more about... preferably through tomes, and not directly people themselves.  If he could have his way of things!!