Player Name: Jeran Traellis

Player's Controller: Devath

Roleplays Touched: Other-Side

Allies: None

Occupation: None, at the moment.

Purpose/Personal Objective: To find his true path through life...

Previous Accomplishments: None.

History: Early in his life, Jeran was subjected to a number of very traumatic experiences, losing his entire family one by one.

The first to die were his siblings, while he was still at the impressionable age of four, dying over the course of a week in front of his eyes as a gang tore through the apartment block he lived in while his parents were away on a business trip. Watching them die under a hail of bullets did a real number on his mind, and when his parents returned, he was unable to stop crying for the majority of the day.

Later, after he had gone through several grades of primary school, his parents died in a massive fire that tore through the entire district of town. It was assumed he had died in the flames when he never came out of his house, but it seemed otherwise when he showed up for school a week later, seemingly uninjured.

He had come through the ordeal with extreme trauma, and a;; he could remember anymore was fire and flames. They were a part of him… He had watched as his parents died and screamed as he watched the flesh burn from their bodies, but he remained relatively unharmed. He would never forget those flames…

Soon after, he was put into a foster home, an inviting, comforting place. No matter how hard they tried to cheer him up, he always seemed in an unending lethargy, doing everything with a keen apathy that they could not understand.

Eventually, he got a hold of some matches, somewhere in the early second grade, and he lit them, one by one, watching them burn, showing a great deal of fascination in the process. His foster parents caught him at it and panicked, taking the matches away and scolding him furiously. He fled to his room, crying. His foster parents were shocked. This kid, the one who never sowed emotion, was crying? This confused them, and they tried to comfort him, but it seemed to no avail.

Later that year, they found him with the matches again; just watching each one burn, seeming happy with that. They watched for a while, then walked away, very confused. It seemed the only thing that made him happy was watching fire, and they did not have a fireplace, nor did they have any real way to keep him happy outside of those small matches. They requested a transfer of homes quickly.

Similar scenarios happened year after year, and it was obvious this was not solving the problem, only making it worse. Eventually, he found a foster home that accepted him, with his curious habits, and supported him with all their might. This happened in his first year of middle school.

In this solitary home with his two foster parents, he lived life slowly and traveled to and from school peacefully, the only light he used in his room being candles, since nothing else allowed him to concentrate properly. The time passed away, and he passed through middle school and into high school, his silent and happy attitude continuing throughout his ninth grade year.

In his second year of high school, he was found to carry matches everywhere, and was suspended until it was found that this was due to a personality trait, at which point the school requested he be moved to a mental recuperation facility. The foster parents complied, knowing that this could only go for the better.

In his time in the facility, Jeran’s ailment became far worse without the constant relief that his accommodations in his foster parent’s home had allowed, and he began to descend into depression and insanity. The technicians tried their hardest to keep him sane, but found that they could not help him. On diagnosis by a psychiatrist, it was determined that he was experiencing severe withdrawal symptoms from something, what this something was they could not determine, as none of their blood testing seemed to come up positive for any drugs or other addictive substances.

Jeran was returned to his home with is foster parents and he seemed calmer for the first time in a long time, sitting in his room doing his work for several weeks. When he exited his room, he seemed a very different person, losing control at the slightest annoyance.

Eventually, he had to leave his immersive paradise with his foster parents. He graduated with a 4.5 GPA, having passed many AP classes with flying colors. On the day of graduation, he made speech, but he stuttered and his body shook as he completed his speech. He collapsed at the podium and was sent to the hospital, but he had no visitors.

He found his way out into the world and began to find ways to allow sanity to come without constant exposure to the flames that he needed so much. As his appearance shifted with his mind, so the attention he drew from the populace increased.

Eventually he became convicted of arson on several counts and escaped the prison through… more arson. He has stumbled upon this lake shore residence and looks at it with a mild reluctance in his eyes. He knows that he must go in, but he wishes he did not have to, that his obsession had not become so needy as to drive him to come to people like this Doctor Gainsborough…

Physical Appearance: As he wandered through the world, his ways of dress changed and he came to look the way he does today, his matted black hair covering his green eyes partially, his pale skin mostly covered by fireproof leather that he keeps about his person.

Personality: Jeran has an uncontrollable addiction to fire, and although he was able to get through primary school without trouble, his “problem” has been getting worse as he has aged. Beyond this disturbing affinity for fire, he is a relatively decent person at other times. Jeran had been in a condition that inhibited his trustworthiness for most of his life, and as a result, his social skills are lacking, even in those rare times that he becomes completely sane for a reasonable length of time.

Breakthroughs: None