Sinclair Brewer

Nothing worse then the wrath of a scorned lover.

Sinclair was a bright child, growing up in the caring arms of the elite of his time. He was taught at home, the strange beliefs and customs that had been passed down generation to generation from distant lands and long forgotten ancestors . He had a knack for magic, gift with nature and herbs and it was that inclination towards the supernatural that eventually had him falling into the arms of a necromancer.

Let's just say being murdered and brought back to life isn't the most fun thing you can do.

Sinclair ended up with a curse, to be perpetually suspended half alive and half dead with several of his limbs having been severed. Including his head. But what's worse then being a walking corpse with half your body sewn together? How about not being able to touch a living thing with your bare skin without it wilting and dying right before your eyes? Oh the decades have been such a drag...