Previously dead, recently resurrected by his honored undying ancestors. Apparently some sort of wizard, though presumably a priest of some pantheon. Seems to specialize in fire evocation, enchantment, and touch attacks.
“I got magic and I got poetry at my fingertips.”
Zrill claims ties back to his homeland of the Aerenal elves, with their deep forests, ancient structures, and deathless ancestors. He claims that the stiff and stagnant society couldn’t handle the innovations he was making in the wizardly arts, and that his ever-growing potential and power threatened and scared those above him. He decided to move out into the world on his own to share his fantastic abilities with the world, and that the party is lucky to have him as their leader.
Sometimes claims to be a “high priest Silver Flame assassin warlock.”
“I’m tired of pretending I’m not special. I’m tired of pretending I’m not a total freaking rock star from Kythri. Other people cannot be like me, because they don’t have dire tiger blood and Aeren DNA. I’m on a drug. It’s called Zrill. It’s not available. If you try it once, you will die. Your face will melt off and your children will weep over your exploded body. You can worship me—I have a soft spot for my beautiful fans—and revel in my success.”
Ties to the Scar Enforcers