Though there is immortal blood flowing through Qaerris' veins, he has never seen himself as far above the 'squalor' of mortality. Taking pleasure in the company of others, Qaerris revels in common social excursions, his existence quite impossible without interaction with others. However, from both a professional and personal standpoint, Qaerris sees mortals for what they are: disposable. Though they are the essence of his advancement, each cog in the machinery of Qaerris' intentions is fleeting, replaced when they are ground into nothingness, the passage of time creating an infallible need to create new relationships that serve his ends as others once did.
Qaerris often finds himself out of tune with the world around him, his natural allure heralding him as someone to be noted, though his tendency to avoid truly significant relationships with others also causing him to push himself away. To those that would meet him, Qaerris is an enigma, his heart closed off from being understood, though his time is so gladly shared. Often, however, Qaerris makes an exception to his self-distancing, a person or small group of individuals plucked from the crowds of mortals, prodded and befriended, though whether his intentions are nefarious or benevolent, it is hard to tell.
In casual conversation, Qaerris proves himself to be articulate and cultured, a smile accompanying each compliment he pays, a caress smoothly followed with suggestion. Many would find Qaerris to be a dangerous individual, not in the sense of being a danger to others, but his charisma can be a blinder that hampers some from understanding his motives.
When Qaerris was born, there was no welcoming wagon for the son of Zanik. There was no spectacular charade or any sign anyone significant had been born. In the year 313, the son of Zanik was born in Hiladrith, though no one but his mother would know it. Seeking to protect her son from the dangers of being a Mortalborn, Trialynn kept her affair with Zanik a secret, instead raising her son as any mother would, refusing to disclose the identity of the father despite the beatings that ensued because of it. Raised in slavery, it was noted immediately that there was something different about Qaerris. The boy seemed to attract others to himself, his amicable nature and sharp wit clear signs of an intelligent, beautiful child. Adolescence did not immediately change anything for the Mortalborn, who, clueless about his identity, took his youth as a chance to learn how to influence others as his mother did, watching the subtle nuances involving physical touch and word play that sought to ensnare the heart and minds of those desperate enough to solicit her 'services'.
However, an age of childhood innocence would not last, and when Qaerris turned 14, he was separated from his mother, carted off to Nashaki with his new mistress, a Qi'ora woman who sought to bring a sale from the 'West.' The long journey saw of period of development for Qaerris, whose adolescent appearance gave way to an adult body to match his sharp wit. When Qaerris and his mistress arrived in Nashaki, it was incredibly difficult for the woman to see through the sale she had committed to, though begrudgingly, Qaerris was passed to a new mistress.Immediately upon seeing her prize, the boy's mistress, the rather well-off, middle-aged wife of a busy merchant, began to groom him to be her personal slave. Over time, Qaerris' mistress found it difficult to keep her hands to herself, calling the young man to her chambers to spend hours admiring him, a practice that Qaerris did nothing to stop or discourage. Seeing his chance, Qaerris seduced his mistress, volunteering himself as her vehicle of pleasure as the woman's husband spent seasons on end outside of the city seeking to expand upon his sizable trade.
When the merchant returned, he came to find nothing but a note, the woman having run off with Qaerris, taking her slave with her as she sought to venture West to her true home in Etzos. Fate would have it that the two made it across the ocean, though Qaerris, seeing his chance to escape his servitude forever, made himself scarce. Qaerris' mistress, not wanting to damage the flawless form of her acquisition, had never sought to imprint a brand upon his flesh, resulting in a fortuitous escape working entirely in his favor. Qaerris quickly decided that a life in Etzos was not one he wanted to live. Knowing that Hiladrith was close by, the boy returned, seeking to find his mother, though her whereabouts were never discovered. Hope wearing thin and pockets empty, Qaerris resorted to what he knew best, finding work in Hiladrith as a harlot for long enough to secure his passage out of the city.
Two decades passed as Qaerris ventured about the continent of Western Idalos, finding himself sleeping in a different bed every few days, making his living as a prostitute for hire as he sought to manufacture a purpose for his existence. Having long realized that his body did not age, Qaerris figured out what his mother had never told him (for his own protection): He was the son of an immortal. But which one? For the next decade, the question gripped at his soul, and Qaerris would not stop until the knowledge was his... He'd seek to confront his mother again, making his way back to Hiladrith before she was lost to time...
Once Qaerris became privy to the nature of who he was, he decided to make the best of the talents his ancestry provided, taking up work as a personal escort. He'd find himself in the city of Viden, where he sought to further the efficiency of his profession by educating himself both in the psychology of mortals and their languages. Cities and faces would become a blur as two centuries separated Qaerris and his birth, the mortalborn finding himself in the kingdom of Rynmere on more than one occasion. Deciding that the city was a place he quite enjoyed visiting, he'd eventually choose it to be a more permanent home...