zerah refinements

AURUM - The guitar sings in Zerah's hands. Every day he places himself in the middle of the crowds and plays, and the songs attract all sorts of people. The music is a joy on its own, but he especially loves the chance to see those people happy. More often than not, he's eventually chased away by jeers and Disquiet, but he never gives up. He'll return somewhere else with new songs. If they can accept the music he gives them, then maybe, he too can walk with them someday.

COBALUS - It had been a lesson that was difficult to swallow for Zerah, but a critical one. Here with him underneath the pulsing lights and throbbing bass were broken people. Cracked, but still whole. They accepted him because they were too far gone to know the difference. What had damaged their souls? The only way to find out would be to strap himself into those same chains. It's not often he knows where he is when he wakes up now. Sometimes a cocktail of drugs swims through his artificial veins. Sometimes he's face to face with some strange, blissed-out girl. But no matter what he opens his eyes to, he learns something new.

FERRUM - Zerah has long been used to inhabiting a massive, powerful body. For most of his life, it had just been a tool, useful for fights and intimidation but never a true focus. Recently, it's become an obsession. No longer content to use and abuse it, he's become focused to honing it to its absolute peak. Every new achievement of what his body is capable of is euporic, and he makes it a point to push himself further and further every day. In such a perfect crucible, how could he become anything less than whole?

(BONUS) STANNUM - On some level, Zerah knows this isn't permanent. He can't spend his entire pilgrimage venting rage and destruction on everyone who pisses him off. But maybe, just for a while, he needs this. He spent so long enduring whatever people would throw at him, taking it all with a smile. No more. He's had about all of that that he can handle, and if that means being exactly the monster that people think he is, then so be it. And then, when the dust clears, he can step away, his furnace purged of cloying black smoke. And he can try again.