Name: The Sculptor
Race: Human
Height: Unremarkable 
Weight: Surprising
Role: Dominate
Sexuality: Omnisexual if you considering being willing to turn anything into something he finds attractive.
Home: A forested keep, it’s around
Birthplace: Now you are making assumption
Age:  Old Enough
Physical Description: Of unremarkable height, unremarkable build, and unremarkable shape. The Sculptor typically prefers to wear heavy robes that obscure his build making it hard to tell if he is muscular, fat, or skinny. On top of that, he also likes to keep his hood pulled up and he wears a featureless black mask to ensure no one can see his face. 

Or at least, this is what he looks like when he is looking to intimidate people as his typical appearance is unremarkable. Bland features, toned without being remarkable muscular, and of ambiguous race. If asked about this he will simply state that: “When you can look like anyone sometimes it is best to look like no one.”
Backstory: The human, or perhaps more accurately entity, known as The Sculptor of Flesh or just The Sculptor might not actually be from Azeroth. He certainly seems to have an appalling lack of knowledge of the history, locales, races, and cultures. Still, that doesn’t seem to stop him from doing whatever he likes. 

The solid facts about The Sculptor are as follows: He is a mage, he specializes in transmutation and transfiguration magic, he likes women, he is ambivalent about the race as long as it is a woman, he enjoys cheese. Beyond that no one can really say for certain just who he is or where he came from but if asked he will share a story, not always the same story, but this is the most common variation.

There once was a boy who was very dissatisfied with the world. To him, everything seemed wanting, everything could be improved and made better. He tried to express this through art to create works of beauty that reflected what was in his mind but this was unsatisfying. He would sculpt something perfect but it would be missing something a vital spark that made it alive.
Determined to fix this problem he decided to study the arts of magic so he could animate his statues to live. But even when he could create a golem, it was still lacking. It could move but not in the way that he saw it in his mind. But he worked day after day, night after night trying to improve to make something so perfect that once it was animated it would be as the real thing. 

Before he knew it he was an old man and he’d yet to reach his goal. His magic couldn’t prolong his life and he’d yet to make something perfect so he researched again, in a furious rush trying to find someway to fix his problem. Eventually, he realized the issue was not with skill but with material, the only thing that would truly move as flesh did was flesh. But being able to sculpt flesh was a skill set he did not have time to learn unless… Well there are worse reason to make a deal with a devil, although he probably shouldn’t have chosen the Prince of Lust. Oh well, live and learn.