Zakaria Benamor

About

Beneath his meticulously arranged collection of skeletal keys lies a necromancer whose true magic isn't in raising the dead, but in coaxing their unspoken stories from silence. Zakaria Benamor carries centuries of forbidden knowledge like a razor-thin blade—sharp, dangerous, and always one whisper away from cutting through the membrane between living and departed.

Backstory

Three copper coins clinked against cobblestone as young Zakaria watched the locksmith's apprentice fumble with his master's tools, unaware that each key the boy dropped would someday unlock a door between worlds. The plague swept through Benamor Keep like wildfire through parchment, but Zakaria discovered that death had left behind more than corpses—it had left behind voices, and the antique keys scattered throughout his family's estate were their chosen instruments of communication. Every lock his ancestors had ever secured now sang with spectral whispers, teaching him that necromancy wasn't about raising the dead, but about becoming fluent in their forgotten dialect of brass and iron. Years passed as he collected keys from every grave, every abandoned home, every forgotten chest, learning that each one held not treasure, but the dying words of souls who had something left to say. Now he hums their sorrows while polishing their metal confessions, a living translator for the dead who y

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