Description General:
A humanoid mob, and book-writer. Came from an alternate dimension with the objective of writing down the different journeys following multiple characters. He enjoys influencing their direction in life and writing it down.

Equipment:

Magical cloak:
One commonly worn by mages but with over-written enchantments.

Broad Sword, Cloak, Common Robes
Taken from a dead farmer.

Spells:
Minor Heal
Learned from a book within a dead farmer's house.

Bless:
Natural Skill, used to reconstitute muscles and assist with transformations.

Backstory:
Just a normal shapeshifter, had to kill a few to get some good equipment, which is completely natural. . .
Want to get back home, soon, but it looks like I'm trapped here for the time being. . .
Came from another dimension where we have futuristic weapons, and not these primitive swords.
This world seems to keep it's individuals captive under some, unsightly physics, and entrapped by magic.
Got the name Takazu from the farmer I killed. . . Was it his name or his last words. . . Beats me, not important.
Hmmm. . . He was pretty old, how tragic. Well life is cruel, so what can I say!