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Hailing from a neighboring country to Dyzenza (the same one Baldric hails from), Kerze travels the land using his magical training to help those in need, using various spells and rites to help those who need it, especially those in a state unable to help themselves.

A charming, humble and pleasant moth, Kerza always has time for someone and anybody, be it helping someone take some supplies home, or giving first aid to soldiers at camp. Proficient in most magical fields excluding the more 'questionable' ones, Kerze soaked up magical knowledge when he had the opportunity to learn, doing exactly as the Order of Arcane teaches: Helping others, never oneself.

Kerze's magic extends to mostly all forms of elements, even the 'holy' and 'evil' of light and dark respectively, but these to him are more a common ground for fanatics to argue over which is the 'righteous' one or not. Necromancy is something Kerze has been able to perform as well, but this wasn't out of his own volition.

One thing he did however learn himself was the Umbral Arts, the same darkness arts that Baldric, last surviving member of his own people, had mastered. Kerze, however, cannot manage more than the utmost basic Umbral Arts, as with all magic it takes a lot of you to perform-- the Umbral Arts being particularly draining on those not accustomed to it like Baldric became.

Despite all of that, he has a bit of a problem, in that he is held servile by an eldritch being beyond any measurable realm of something anybody can deal with. In exchange for not taking his mortality and tormenting it endlessly for eternity, Kerze was given the ultimatum to perform its tasks or suffer.

Suffering being far from something people desire, Kerze took that offer up and was given a sudden case of the immortalities, after all he'd need to be alive to do the tasks given to him, right?

Every so often, he's forced to perform some form of sacrifice in the being's name, the being itself has a beef with the mortal realms for sealing it away and Kerze was the first it could influence out of coincedence. Kerze, being a generally upstanding and pleasant man, doesn't want to force it on others and always performs the questionable deeds with great regret and apology, but unable to go against the eldritch being out of fear and instinct to survive himself. The rituals aren't frequent, and he feels he can do so much good before another is needed of him. That dagger is 'for self-defense' but not once has it been used as such, often finding itself buried in chest or elsewise for the sacrifices.

Brother Kerze can't stand it, but what else can he do? The eldritch being is far beyond anybody's capabilities, and he knows it. All he can do is single out lonely, familyless victims for his crimes. A sudden quick death, or holding their mouth shut as he bleeds them out with a swift dagger to the flank. A man of regret, but purpose.

He's not as miserable as Baldric, at least! Kerze has a quite happy life going on despite the...well, that.

Kerze is a gear in a machine like any other part of civilisation and it's content, every single tool is made for a purpose, and some of them are more hideous and infamous than others are. It didn't matter who ended up with the eldritch master, someone would've opened that ancient tome at some point-- that point being Kerze.

 Kony_Kon did it, he's so nice.