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The creatures and people you see in my gallery mean the world to me. They are my passion and my second family; I devote much of my time to them.
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Updated drawing of Oron’Zimez. I’ll toss his old write up here too:
Height: 234 cm
Weight: 320 lbs
Born in the very secluded desert city of Laynair; Oron developed some dark thoughts over time. He was left alone by his parents during his childhood; leaving him to succumb to his naturally violent tendencies. He was born with a strong sensitivity to pain; but this did not particularly bother him, he was fascinated by it leading him to become fascinated with how the body worked.
After a bad run in with a fellow swifthorn he got his first taste of blood; a taste that would further taint his personality. He wanted more and would do everything to get it; but he knew he had to be careful.
Never really getting along with his kind; he felt more at home with humans. They accepted him much quicker than other swifthorn. His kin could sense his intentions. Humans loved that they had someone that could easily protect them.
Events happened that led him to being tipped off about the Lawless; a land split off from governed society. The Lawless is kept secret from the citizens of the city and a very strict barrier is in place to keep them separate. Carefully traveling to this land he made his presence known by murdering the first three guards he came across. He however; did not murder completely devoid of a conscience. These men were harassing a young female human that had just been captured. He helped her find a place to hide as he carried off the bodies of his victims for further inspection; eventually finding that performing autopsies was not enough, he also devoured them.
The woman was very gracious to him and surprised at how kindly he spoke and how gently he handled her. She set to seek him out and found him the next day sleeping out in the open under a large tree not really having a place to stay as of yet. She invited him to her own humble home she managed to obtain and after much negotiation he agreed to ‘burden her with his presence’.
They became very close and married a few years later; during this time he was also studying to become a mortician. Even the citizens of the Lawless have the means to respect their dead; even though the person they hired happened to also like to sample bits and pieces of the bodies during the process, only if they were of his own race of course.