Jonas Demontielle was born into a life of hardship. The bastard son of a French land baron and a Spanish cellist, Jonas was largely hidden and reviled, raised as the son of a bondsman until the age of fifteen – when his life would be forever altered.

On a cold winter night Jonas was woken from his sleep by a shrill screaming and commotion. Racing from his bed to investigate, Jonas was dumbstruck by what he saw next. Seemingly hundreds of men and women roamed the fields of the plantation, moaning desperately and stalking awkwardly towards any living thing. After the first casualty, a sickening cacophony of blood and viscera, it was clear there was something desperately wrong. The few faces he recognised were soon torn from his gaze, as well as limb from limb, by these shambling assailants. It seemed as though the attackers could not be felled. Many fought fervently, but the invaders were resilient to all but the most severe of physical attacks. Jonas could only watch as everyone he had known and loved was systematically devoured.

Jonas was the only survivor.

Fleeing to a nearby village, Jonas was found cowering in an alley, incoherent and insensate. Though rumours abounded, most revolving around tales of ‘Le Vivre Mort’ (or the living dead), the incident was eventually ruled as an unfortunate attack by wandering bandits, doing little to explain the horrific nature of many fatalities. After a brief investigation, documents revealing Jonas’ true heritage were revealed. With no other claimants to be found, Jonas became the inheritor of a vast fortune his life had never prepared him for.

Jonas Demonteille currently resides in an underground bunker somewhere in the Mohave Desert, and is considered the world’s foremost expert on Posthumous Anthropomorphism. He is now known simply as ‘The Recluse’.