Muugara
Legacy Name: Muugara

But that's just only the beginning. What sets Muugara apart from the other scientists is his motivation. He doesn't want to create an undead army so much as create undead that are useful and sentient. B-movies involving scientists and the undead don't inspire him so much as disgust him. He sees so many aimless Graveyard pets that just want to eat anyone in sight and he wants to desperately change all of that. He wants to see a world where the undead are either perfectly composed beings with the same intelligence they had in life or, at the very least, they are honed into perfect tools so no one would waste perfectly good lives doing hazardous tasks. Undead are one of the many untrained magicks Muugara has grown to despise (and he's seen many upon many people either abuse magic or be abused by magic), but he wants to fix the problem rather than destroy it.

Looks:

Height:
Pretty tall.
Weight:
Thin, but he doesn't look malnourished. He looks fit, in an odd sort of way, since he very rarely exercises.
Clothing:
Muugara always wears gloves, even when he's not working. He has several pairs of labcoats, but he happens to have a "lucky" labcoat that's slightly torn and has very large blood marks on it. When Muugara plays it "casual", he'll just wear a black T-shirt, gloves, and shorts. He never wears shoes on account his dragon feet can work as an extra pair of hands while he's in flight.
Accessories:

Likes:
Reading, summer nights, cool weather, overcast days, playing God, twisting the very fabrics of nature at his fingertips, coffee and lots of it.
Hates:
Most insects, most people, when experiments go wrong, angry mobs with torches and pitchforks.
Weapon of Choice:
Oh, Muugara would never lift a finger and harm another living being. (save for that dog he decapitated, but that was in the name of science!) He can't say the same thing about his zombie creations, though. They tend to be...disagreeable.
Magical Ability:
Magic is for stupid people.

Favorite Food: Pumpkin Pie.
Favorite Book:Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

Once upon a time, there was a cute, adorable, fluffy puppy that was born in a pet store. It snuggled up, as happy as it can be next to its equally adorable siblings and its beautiful, fluffy mom. One day, a scientist came into the store and adopted this cheerful, sweet, soft puppy. The puppy was excited to see it get carried into a nice house full of exciting smells. The scientist then set the dog on a table, rubbed its soft, gleaming, fluffy fur, and then chopped its head off with one swing of an axe.

Socrates is an experiment Muugara came up with on a whim. He wanted to see if he could reenact the headless chicken experiment but with a more intelligent, advanced animal like a dog. Socrates is still living, he is just incapable of barking or eating without being fed with an eyedropper.

Now, from this description, you probably think that Muugara is mean to Socrates. Of course not. He's very gentle and kind to his lovely pet.

...save for the time he decapitated him, of course.

You're a quack and your "remedies" are nothing more than hocus pocus and swamp moonshine!

I guess a thousand years ago, waving a feather and some incense around is a form of science, but we currently live in the present and it's best that you keep up.

I feel we could be great colleagues if you would just let me see your research...

Sentimental fool.

Please stop chasing the Northern Lights and think sensibly for once!

It's hard to pity you, to be quite honest. Most of us won't see a fraction of that wealth in our lifetimes and you choose to whine about some long dead fiance.

Keep your hands off my wallet, wretched filth.

Alorein, I promise I'll always keep you safe. Always.