Name: Clyde Turner, if it wasn't obvious by the name of the topic...
Age: Nobody knows how old he is, but he appears to physically be in his mid-thirties, but his white hair says otherwise. Some people think he may be immortal.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Well, it's not like he always wears the same thing, but here are some of his more common outfits;
Magician: The wear of a modern-day magician, a tuxedo, bow tie, dress pants and shoes, and a top hat. Oh, and since he always wears his glasses... Well yeah, that too. Most often worn at parties and the likes.
Scientist: Well, it's not like he isn't one... A common unbuttoned or buttoned labcoat with a white T-shirt underneath, black pants, and black shoes. And once again, his glasses. Always worn at work.
Casual: Well, it's not always the same, but it's usually an unbuttoned jacket of some sort with a T-shirt underneath, blue jeans, and whatever shoes he sees first.
Physical appearance: Pale skin, white hair that goes up to the beggining of the neck, and red eyes are what stick out the most. He also has a slight mustache and goatee the same color as his hair, though. He's 6'5 in height, and has a fairly skinny build. He weighs 164 lbs.

Personality: He's usually fairly cheerfull, despite any situation that may come his way. However, this may be due to the fact that he's secretly partially insane. And by partially, I mean not-so-partially.

Talents: He is a scientist studying alchemy, more specifically, potions and other such things. However, with the desert-like area, he is fairly unable to find any resources. But when he has some, he is extremely good at potion making, despite his insanity (in fact, it may actually HELP him!). He also has slight experience in baking.

Backstory: As a young lad, he was always fascinated by sceince, and was constently floundering himself with books. His father was a sceintist, possibly influencing his intrests, but he loved this study nevertheless. One day however, his father dissapeared without a trace, and he, his mother, and his younger sister, were left to provide for themselves, and they had no money to send Clyde or his little sister to school. His mother was faithfull that he would return, and waited for a very long time before losing hope and taking a job as a writer. Clyde, now being sixteen, took a job as an apprentice to a... Baker, to his dismay. His little sister was much too young to work, but she accompanied Clyde in his trips to the bakerdespite this. A few years later, his not-so-little-anymore sister got a job as a waitress in a local resturaunt. These jobs kept them going for awhile, but they were still very poor. The reason it was only awhile is because his mother had passed away due to illness, and his little sister, now fourteen, was to be in his care, as Clyde was now twenty four. Clyde got a new, better paying job to care for his sister, one as a scientist. It was suprising to many how fast he caught on, and he was well apraised for his work there. He quickly moved out of their... Less than pretty home and into a much better one, although they weren't top class. One day, however, he made a dire miscalculation, and large explosion. This explosion cost him his arm, and he had nowhere NEAR enough money to buy a mechanical replacement, especially considering the whole fact that he had to pay for the damage dealt to the building and the fact that he was fired. His younger sister was put into an orphanage, never to be seen again- well, at least not by him- due to him now being considered a not-so-good gaurdian. Furiously, he began making potions with the few resources he had, until, boom. Literaly. This explosion, however, gave his arm back, as well as either highten his lifespan, or make him immortal. He doesn't know, and he could care less, heck, he doesn't even remember what he put in the potion, as the explosion cost him his sanity. Since then he's got a new job, where nobody seems to notice the fact that he's insane, as a scientist. Again. The company isn't very well known, so he isnt famous, but rather he simply goes about his buisness. He secretly longs to see if on the other side of the divine boundry the grass is greener- literally, as he would rather be somewhere where there IS vegetation, as those types of things tend to be usefull in potion-making.