Basil

NAME: Basil Westlock
AGE: Early Twenties
SPECIES: Pearl Catcher
GENDER: Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual, male preference
MARITAL STATUS: Single
HAIR: Red, falling down near past his shoulder blades when not tied back in a ponytail. Bordering curly. (Doesn't really sport the ponytail when in dragon form)
EYES: White
HEIGHT: 5′6″
Well mannered and soft spoken, Basil has all the personality of a man with a heart of gold, and a bad habit of playing mother hen to boot. Generally he worries more for others than his own well being, and may take up pestering someone if they seem under the weather.
He's got the patience of a saint, and a willingness to learn. Insults or other rude behavior done at him or others, while disliked, are generally taken with the idea of, 'what has happened in their life to make them so negative, and how might I be able to help?'

Job within the caravan + other info: Healer of the magical variety. He's newer to the merry band of mercenaries, and spends most of his time beneath Vitali's wing, learning how to heal through more herbal means rather than relying so heavily on magic for everything. He avoids fighting at all costs, and is strictly a healer and defender by magic means.
Came to the caravan looking for a job, previously having nothing to his name save for a few coin to get him through the day.
He hails from the land of the Light clan, and doesn't always smile upon what the caravan does, given they're more Shadow based/Plague based, but they took him in in his time of need, so he does what he can to assist and keeps complaining to a minimum.
He likes cats. Dotty, his calico, and Fable, his tiger. Fable was gifted to him by an old crush, but their fling was cut short after the man vanished. Basil pretends it doesn't get to him, but it does, and thus he tries to avoid the topic.