Honestly the rough unfinished underpainting kind of feels like it fits the character's vibe as is, so I might actually consider it 'finished' in this case.

To further complicate things, since the attack and resulting affliction, he's currently being called by Hircine who sees promise in him as something like an avatar of the Hare, as he has the will to struggle through extreme circumstances and trauma, despite his sickly and physically weak nature.

He's a follower of Arkay by circumstance, and tends to the Graveyard in Falkreath, hence the Grave Cleric angle, but he sees the divines a little differently than most -- I've referred to him as a 'Backwoods Mystic' before as a better label for his 'class'.

I'm feeling what little sanity I have left drain away since that's been my primary source of comfort in the dystopian hellscape of life right now. Why is everything a monopoly? Why can't I play my silly little fantasy games on my own PC without an evil overlord somehow profiting from it?