Character: Ziv Mortis
Race : Human
Background: Born in a rather wealthy merchant family, Ziv knew already as child what he wants to do with his life. His first wound, a cut over his forearm, made him not bawl or cry for his mother, but made him sit down and study what happened. Poking into his skin, his fingers soon were soiled by blood and he observed with extreme satisfaction how it clotted and sealed off the cut. He scratched off the scab, seeing it bleed again. He waited until it clotted again and... Just to be sure, scratched it off again.
He found out his true passion on this faithful day. Studying life. How it functions. How it can be mended when injured. How it can die, how it can slowly wither away under disease and wounds. How it can be modified. What does affect the body, what does not, what happens when you remove the liver from a man?
All these questions he wants to answer, his all-consuming desire for knowledge about anatomy, life, decay, illness and vigour determining the pace of his life. His parents sponsored his education to a medicus. He learnt the contemporaneous methods of stitching men and women back together, how to treat the illnesses an organism can suffer. But this was not enough. Crude knowledge, tainted by superstition, prayers to spirits and gods. Thought out answers to properties. No, he wanted more. He wanted to understand life in its pure, raw essence. He wanted to learn the blueprints of a human body. He wanted to learn what lies behind the veil of death and how the body turns back to life.
He tested. On animals. Humans. Poisoned wells. Writing down the effects of plagues on people, let their bodies die slowly off, not helping them. He was shunned by his own peers. A madman. An eccentric.
One day he recognized an organization hiding in the darkness. The cabal. A place where he can study the black arts, can do his experiments. Wield magic to know more about himself, the people around him, nature itself. He will wield life itself as a brush, the world his canvas.