Zevix lived in a small shack within Seringales graveyard, his father was
the town sexton. Zevix's mother was never existant in his life so he walked
around with his father tending to the graveyard. All he has known his
entire life is the grim dealings with corpses. His father was a drunk who
if he wasn't doing groundkeepings would be passed out in their shack within
his hammock. This left zevix to his own devices, giving him plenty of time
to practice and dabble in a little dark magic. Naturally he was drawn to
playing with corpses, it started with dead animals but he soon found himself
exuming graves to see if he could reanimate corpses. His loneliness made
him want to have friends, and the only friends he could find were the ones
that were dead.
Description:
Standing erect with a posture of a higher class fellow a human with a
grin is here. He seems well kept, hair trimmed face clean shaven and shiny
white teeth gleaming in the sun. He walks with a slight limp which explains
the sleek black cane adorned with a silver skull he has. His skin is pale,
as if he hasn't been out in the sun in ages. His icy blue eyes are very
attentive, making sure to observe what is going on around him. He may be
well kept but the stench of death and corpses seems to swirl around him with
every move he makes.
