Seriously? No one chose a Therianthrope? If there's no room, though, feel free to disregard my character. Or save him for when one of the others dies.
Name: Martin Cian
Caste: Therianthrope
Age: 18
Appearance: Blondish hair, dark green eyes. And always cleanly shaven. Rather tall and skinny. Wears a white hooded robe and sandals. He carries a bone sword hidden inside his robe.
Bio: As a young boy, Martin felt he had a unique ability to heal things. Rather shy and quiet, he hid his abilities, instead taking lots of time walking through forests, healing plants, insects, and a few small animals or two.
One day, he came across a hurt animal, lying in the woods. He had seen no beast like it in his trips, and decided to heal it. The healing process caused the animal not only to heal incorrectly, but to lash out at Martin, breaking his leg and hand. He managed to stop the bleeding using his powers, but he dared not to mend the bones, in case he failed like he had on the creature.
After this, he began to experiment more with his powers on himself. He cut himself and healed the wounds, each successful healing requiring deeper cuts. His mother worried about him, finding broken pieces of wood coated in blood, and began to confiscate some of his other belongings, as well as no longer let him walk in the forest.
His father, on the other hand, knew all too clear what was happening. He brought Martin to a local healer and used his life savings to get him an apprenticeship. The healer was a harsh teacher but realized the way Martin picked up knowledge of herbs and medical procedures, even correcting his master in some instances. When his father came by, he let Martin know he was proud of his studies.
In his spare time, he worked on ways to hurt with his abilities, in order to find the full extent of himself. In one instance, he nearly severed his forearm off. He even managed to remove a finger from one hand and move it to the other, though the finger was nearly nonfunctional. He managed to obtain a club made of bone and mold it into a somewhat sharp sword (Even if he was not all that skilled with longer blades.)
There were many Sanctuary Weeks during his apprenticeship. He would usually be waiting for someone to get hurt and help them, for a meager cost. Usually, it was just meant to give more customers than usual. This time, he was no longer an apprentice healer, and he decided it was time to celebrate.