Zeranelius

[Zeranelius]

Name Zeranelius Vonua Sepyrau
Race Human
Age Appears 24
Height 6’4”

Physical Description

He has long dark hair and pale skin, and is quite tall. He wears a long, dark, flowing cloak whenever he leaves his house. He appears quite thin and sickly, but his eyes seem fierce, powerful and frightening, even hypnotizing. His fingernails are quite long and sharp, like claws, and he has long, sharp canine teeth.

Powers or Strengths

Healing
Zeran can magically heal himself. Although this healing is a little slow and can take a few days, it is a lot better than waiting a few months for a broken bone to heal.

Psychokinesis
Zeran can “bump” objects with his mind, but usually doesn’t do so on purpose. When he is irritated and/or distracted, he often knocks things off tables. Not really much of a “strength”, especially when he’s at work, knocking glasses off tables and all that...

Weaknesses

Photosensitivity
Zeran suffers from extreme allergic reactions to sunlight resulting in solar urticaria and therefore cannot go out during the day. Because of this, he also sleeps during the day, only emerging at night. This makes it difficult to get his shopping done as most shops are closed at night.

History

Zeranelius was born in a normal sort of town in Eyropa, the only significant thing about him being the skin condition he has had from birth. Because of this disease, he cannot go out in the sun during the day, although until he was ten, the sensitivity was only slight. By twelve it had become quite severe, but he learned to live with it by sleeping in dark, cool places during the day.

As a child, Zeran was quite normal. I mean, up until he moved to Marn to escape the angry, violent mob of people that were out to find him and burn him at the stake, his life was quite uneventful and there’s not a lot to say about him at all.

Oh, except that when he was fourteen he killed his mother and ate her flesh, but that’s hardly important, even if it is the reason he was being hunted down by an angry, violent mob of people and had to move all the way to Marn out of fear of being murdered, simply because he liked the taste of human flesh.

What’s wrong with being a cannibal, anyway? If other humans can eat innocent cows and dogs, why couldn’t Zeran eat his own favourite meat? A nice, juicy piece of human flesh, just torn from the body of a fresh kill, still warm, blood dripping all down his chin as he takes his first mouth-watering bite...

Ah, anyway... Zeran is – that’s right – a cannibal. He lives for the taste of it, ever since the first time he sunk his teeth into his mother’s thigh...

He managed to get out of that situation by blaming the death on a wolf coming into their home and murdering his mother while he hid in his room. None suspected a fourteen year old boy of eating his own mother, so for a time, he was safe.

He found other ways to satisfy his need to consume human flesh, and eventually the town became known as being plagued by wolves, many blaming it on a werewolf (as no one ever noticed wolves about the place).

Eventually, however, at the age of seventeen, he was caught in the act, snacking on his neighbour’s irritating seven-year-old son. The townspeople chased him out of town and he survived, somehow, by hiding in whatever lightless places he could find during the day, feeding on various people he passed at night, and ended up in Marn.

He has lived there for the past six or seven years, and only eats human meat once or twice a week. He stole the home of a delicious man, who had various lovely and valuable items which sold for quite a lot, eliminating the need to work for a year or two, until he eventually found himself work a few nights a week in The Drunken Rat.