Zevrann

The Follower

• "After all we make love, and we pray, and we eat, and we kill, with the very same hands."

  
  He was born in the Mountains of T-'a'Ţăs'múr. At least that was what they had always told him while he was growing up. Truthfully he doesn't remember being anything other than a member of Sty-kopös' Flames. But they told him he had been born in the homeland of his kind, that his parents had been the unfortunate targets of one of The Organization's routine slave round-ups. He had been a baby at the time and they had taken him from his parents, knowing that the people they were being sold to were a far worse fate than anything else. Perhaps it was all for the best.
  
  He ended up living in B'hărăbû, growing up in the home of an older member of Sty-kopös' Flames. His childhood wasn't luxurious or spoiled; he worked cleaning the tavern his adoptive guardian owned, and trained constantly under the eye of his guardian and other fellow members of The Organization. It was far from a loving and warm home, really. While some members who raise children they pick up can be rather loving and soft hearted, the man who raised him was not. He was rough around the edges, and down right scary when doing Organization business. It was hard growing up under his watch as he was a fan of the term "Tough Love". Zevrann could recall countless days where he'd broken down in tears, frustrated and unsure of his place in the world. "Some day this pain will be useful to you." His guardian had said, again and again. That's something that always stuck with him. Zevrann grew up to be quite good at what he was taught. Swords and knives were one of his favorite weapons to use. He had a tolerance for a bow and arrow on most good days. Poisons? Oh, Gods did he love learning about those. He was an eager pupil that always strode to better himself, wanted to prove that he was more than just some baby they had scooped out of a bad situation. He was good and they knew it and he knew it. Gods, he knew it. His favorite sort of job, though? Assassinations. It filled him with a burning thrill the first time he'd been ordered to take a life, the first time he'd been able to see the life drain from another person's eyes. Most people would be disgusted by the fact that they enjoyed such things, but not Zevrann. He lived for the thrill, lived for the rush of it all. But killing, and taking such joy of it, never left one's soul untouched...There are rare nights when insomnia takes hold of him he's reminded of his victims' dying gazes. On these nights he'd rather fuck the images away, or drink or...well, whatever else can distract him. How ironic is that, a killer haunted by his own prey?
• His personality outside of Organization work has been described as vain, cocky, and a bit dramatic. He always seems too full of himself and far too confident. He's also been known to be a giant flirt which makes sense to people once they find out he's a devoted worshiper of Bók-T'ak. A rather devious sort of man with no real care for personal space at times, who's dramatic flair has been known to keep others around him on their feet. He can be rather excitable, and over all just seems kind, shameless, and a little too sure of himself. Most people who aren't annoyed with him actually rather like to spend time with him. However, there are rare times where something else will shine through, something a bit less kind, a bit more melancholy...Sometimes something even a little dark.
  
  His personality during Organization work, though? Collected and smooth, with a sharp bite directed at anyone who gets in his way. Perhaps a bit of a perfectionist with his work at times; the job has to be done correctly, after all, doesn't it? He gets a thrill out of his job, out of chasing targets down or stalking them through the streets. Some have even described him as a touch sadistic...The kind of guy to take pleasure in terminating members who have been deemed unworthy of being in their ranks any longer. He can be quite scary, with that haunting, bird-skull mask he wears...
  
  But there is, as was mentioned, a darker and more melancholy side to him. Though it very rarely shines through and he rather likes to keep it that way. His business is his own, after all, and it will stay that way.