Zyair has walked this Earth motivated by a single purpose: alleviating his apathy. In essence, he is doomed to a life of eternal boredom if he does not seek certain thrills, which, for him, lapse into hyperviolence.

Most humans who fall under his radar are either prey or fodder, and neither are particularly comforting, though one is certainly better than the other. Zyair tends to live by his most base instincts, and is primally hedonistic. He dictates decisions based on feeling, not thought; despite this, he is highly intelligent and dangerously perceptive. Although he should never be underestimated, he often manipulates others into doing so at their own peril.

Zyair is obsessed with observing human emotion, and is known to toy with and torment them in order to garner a reaction. He is volatile and unpredictable, and is not averse to simple acts of violence seemingly out of nowhere. Anyone who he deems unworthy of his time quickly meet unruly ends. Zyair's word is worth less than dirt, and he is extremely untrustworthy as well as exceptionally cunning.

Perhaps intentionally, Zyair is both unsettling and intoxicating to humans. He often reacts in bizarre or unexpected ways, even to simple events. However, he has a very laid-back, jovial aura, and is effortlessly charismatic. Rarely is he shunned; humans tend to ignore their instinctual warning alarms when engaged with him.

Zyair has adapted to human society, and he has expertly managed to mimic they way they act amongst each other as well as their various cultures and customs. He is more than capable of humor and banter under the right conditions. However, and unfortunately, he often chooses to be insufferable, for of all human emotion, annoyance, irritation, ire, anger, and fear are the ones he enjoys eliciting the most.

Although he is sucessfully able to imitate humans, he is completely unable to relate to them, and rarely does a human appear as more than game to him. Beyond this, he is incapable of forming genuine relationships with anyone; although he may feign attachment, it is usually only that—feigned.

Zyair has no notable traces of ambition or major egoism; self-assured, but rejects grand vision. He simply exists, a bizarre phenomenon outside of normal biological happenings. However, he is somewhat headstrong; he abhors asking for help or being pitied in any capacity, and works tirelessly to maintain his own independence. It isn't hard.

When working under Valente, Zyair is facetious and insubordinate, doing everything in his power to make the man's operations as difficult as possible (just for fun). Valente has an insecure and ephemeral grasp on him; think of it more as Zyair allowing himself to be used, with full awareness of such—that is, until he decides not to.

Zyair was "born" some 600,000 years ago, crawling fully formed from a pit of tar. Back then, his appearance reflected his inhumanity: he was indescribable and eldritch, something so far outside of the human imagination he was nearly impossible to comprehend. Although no written word makes mention of him, ancient cave paintings in nearby France depict a horrific, viscous creature born of humanity's fear of the unknown. Whether this is him or not isn't clear.

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• Very elegant features, with a long neck, limbs, and fingers
• Has cat-like claw sheaths
• His blood is a dark silver, and mercurial in consistency