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Name: Zerath Zolhar (Zerath said "Zer-Wrath")
Gender: Male
Age: seventy nine.
Race: Half daemon.
Date of Birth: September Ninth
Weapon: N/A
Abilities: No small some of Daemonic blood flows within Zerath's veins, for good or ill. To those fool enough to fight him on his terms, the biter reality of his strengths, Stabbed, cut, or shot, few lasting longer then a moment save that of a mortal blow. Then there's fact his entire body can easily be remolded to his will, be it something as simple as an additional foot length of hair, or the addition of an extra limb or limbs, last, there would be his blood its self, if stabbed in the chest, few blades would reach past his ribcage then pull back unaffected, lesser metals becoming brittle and pitted.
But to those able to find his fears? oh, they would find a treasure of readily used weaknesses, first, being that of a simple liquid know as water, were as Zerath's Blood can irritate and blister the flesh of common men, and if given the chance, eat into, so to can this 'harmless' liquid know the world over.
additonally, for a short time after, the effected area or flesh loses there ability to reform and heal.
Then there is the from the sun and moon, can there light harm him? Not in the sense of burning flesh, what do these orbs do then? simple, Weaken his 'strengths' were as in deepest mid night, Zerath's blood can devourer steal in mere moments, come high noon, he may well be bleeding lemonaid, cuts that took the lesser part of a second to mostly heal, laboring to heal after the tenth, in addition, his transformations slow by the same extent as his regeneration.
Then there are the more common weaknesses, though not as staggering as a full bloods, Zerath's weaknesses to 'high' things such as hallowed grown and sacred artifices casing him harm with there raw existence, should he step onto the former on a moonless night, his ability to would heal taxed beyond its limits, as his skin slowly cracked steamed and flaked away into the very air. But it is the power of holy water, nay, the very idea of it, that is one of the few things that holds the ability to case true Terror in Zerath's mind.
Personality: An argument can be made He holds two souls, his 'good' mortal soul, and his 'evil' immortal soul, not the case. In reality, he simply loves role playing to his apprentice, the innocent, the blundering oaf, he has played them all countless times with his own zeal.
But how amusing he finds it to be seen through! First a smile, then his grin that grows seemingly with out limit, the base of his teeth turned fangs not seen as his lips pull past his jaw bone, his nose raised until its base is nearly level with the bottom of his eyes, his forced to the back of his head, his eyes laminating his face in a red glow, provided there is relative privacy, in the lack there off, a grin with in the limits of a normal man would be used in its stead.
So long as the effects of a event do not affect his prolonged well being, he rarely suppresses the urges that run through his mind as if they were breaths of air, generally on the lines of 'I wander what the sound of his skull would be if it was placed in a vice?' before for being shrugged off with the thought of 'Maybe latter, I don't have a vice on me any ways...' the things that go through his mind, can be blunt as a hammer, or as keen as a razor blade.
Biography: It is not know were Zerath Originates from. He preyed on those in the eastern United states, leaving ravaged and brutalized bodies up and down the coastline, during this time Zerath held the front page of several papers with his weakly exploits, all ways with someone new, and never the same one twice then again, how many times can one human die? normally one once, and indeed, that would be the number that they would from the moment they were 'picked' by Zerath.
He took the most delight in tormenting his pursers, when they had the slightest clue who he was, or rather when he knew who was thinking them self's the hunter, these, jokes, started simple, the still bloodied skull of a 'missing' mother of four, stuffed into a blue garbage bag, duct ape close with a note attached titled "Evidence" on a door step. latter it was nearly as simply but far more cruel, An Example? Simple, taking on the form of the investigation in question, he would 'forget' the keys to the house at work, get the wife and or kids to open the door, lock the door again, and pummel them to with in an inch of there lives, showing his inner most gel during all of it, make sure at lest one witness sees him 'storming off' and let the poor man find out latter his life as he knew it, was no more. Ah, the horror in those balling little eyes, never dull!
Appearance: What Dose Zerath look like? better question, what Dose he normally choose to look like? with that in mind, the answer if basic, is that of a small preteen boy, details shift with his mood his hair varying from mid length coal black, to nearly being stepped on golden blond, the latter length is ill common how ever. as for his eyes, normally a shade of blue, and one my be shocked too know this how ever, when his eyes turn bright and glowing crimson, this is a Singh of him weakening, or exerting himself, "The eyes are the gates to the soul." if this is true, then it is Zerath's first gate crumbling, and that of his true soul being shown, it would take no intellectual to muss what the glow of his eyes dimming means.
