Za'Eurin

The Creature had a horrid face, a decomposed mangle of flesh woven into layers of fallow and bone that held his form. And the two eyes that barely rested upon the sockets of his skull, blood-tinged and exuding with yellow puss, showed that perhaps he was more to be pitied than feared.A Dumvren of the Narmozin, Za'Eurin is an undead creature who has earned the disgust of his allies and foes alike. When he was Grandmaster of the Eye, he ran afoul of the Black Hand, which caused a great enmity to develop between the two organizations. While he has been cursed with a powerful spell cast by the Matron of the Black Hand herself, Za'Eurin seeks to free himself of this horrid affliction and bring the woman who tormented him to a retribution of his own, one that he has constructed to be far more hideous and painful.
== Biography ==
== Personality ==
Za'Eurin's curse has caused him to become hellbent on getting revenge on his nemesis, the Matron of the Black Hand. 
== Glimpse of the Character ==
She grinned slightly as she drew her dagger from the soldier's chest. The man's eyes were widened in shock and pain, but they soon lost their glimmer as the blood continued to flow from the open wound. Her smile faded a little. He had been good to her, from the start to the end. A bitter pang from her stomach rose up, regret overflowing.
'I shouldn't be thinking of such things,' she mused silently. But his look of surprise near his demise, no, the flash of sadness at his realization of his unpreventable death shook her. She had killed many true, but with many of her victims she could justify her killings. Not only did the Matron demand a contract be fulfilled, but the targets of these contracts were often despicable beings, people who deserved nothing but a swift knife to the heart to prevent them from causing more harm to others.
But this man, she could tell that he was a kind and gentle person, one who was forced into conscription by the order of His Imperial Grace to fuel the vast machine of the Empire. While soldiers often committed vile acts on the battlefield, she begrudgingly knew that it wasn't because the men themselves were evil. Many of them were young and were taken by the Imperial Legions to serve under the twisted man who only sat upon his throne, waiting for his wine to be served at one of his grand feasts.
She shook her head, trying to rid her thoughts. "A clouded mind leads the dagger astray," the Matron had whispered to her. "To think is to question, and to question is to betray. Do not let yourself be misled from the righteous path of our Lord."