Lowell Wyther

=Appearance=

Where fur still grows, Lowell's coat is rather thin. Especially during the winter months, this has much to do with the fact that they appear to be severely underweight. They're extremely androgynous, to the point that one could argue for hours on if they're a man or a woman. The answer is of course neither.

Their body is littered with scars, most of which are on their torso. With a scar running down the right side of their face starting just under their eye the rest of them was a mess of scars where one can't much tell where one scar begins and the other ends. Their scars only becoming more prominent with the distinct lack of fur, their chest having burns and stab wounds as well as their stomach being completely bare from what looks like being flayed. Upon their back there's only more burns and a very intricately tattooed rune, and more burns and lacerations upon their legs.

Their left arm has been replaced with a living wood prosthetic that glows with their lifeforce. The wood itself having been grown into their flesh and attached to their nerves, bones, ect in order for them to be able to have full control over it with minimal use of magic. Their right shoulder likewise seems to have some kind of mark of magical origin, a simple white fang standing out from their dark fur.

Equipment
Lowell carries mainly only what they need with them, a holdover habit from when they had nothing of real value they owned.

They carry a dagger that was made from carved and polished bone, appearing to be more for rituals than actual combat. Despite this it was still strong and sharp enough to kill.

In their off-hand they often carried a lantern, nothing particularly special about it. Just something to use as a focus or to see when others were not nocturnal as they are.

Their main weapon is a scythe made from similar methods as their dagger, but the blade was made with actual steel rather than bone. Kept sharp they weren't afraid to use it, in combat or in rituals.

History
Born in Pyrewood, Gilneas Lowell lived a life outside of Graymane Wall unlike most other Gilneans they know. Raised by their parents Liamont and Margaux Wyther they were raised under the teachings of the Harvest Witches in the area. They quickly learned their mother's trade of tailoring, and practiced it between their duties as a Harvest Witch in training.

When the Scourge were unleashed upon Silverpine they quickly learned that silence was the answer to safety, and over time they slowly stopped talking. It became a rare thing to hear their voice, though they did speak from time to time. This only worsened when the Worgen came to the area. By the time they were thirteen Lowell had began to rely entirely on somatic methods of casting, rather than using spell-speak. It was also at the time when they were turned, bringing them into the Bloodfang pack where they remained for the next nine years.

After getting separated from the pack and injured, Lowell was found and brought to Darnassus for treatment. Due to the damage sustained they were unable to get a reliable source of food, and barely managed water. They remained under the care of the druids until they were able to administer the cure. Upon regaining control over themself Lowell promptly escaped their care and made a break for Stormwind.