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In his mortal guise, Eric appears as a young, scrawny, oily dark-complexioned caucasian. His blonde hair is dirty with bodily oils, and his body emits a faint odor of roses. Despite his seemingly poor bodily hygene, he always dresses impecabbly in black three-piece suits. While he looks like a beedie-eyed bookie for the Mob as is, Eric also always carries a violin case with him wherever he goes (inside of which is a normal violin). Eric always moves with a slow, calculated manner, expressing a calm sort of pleasure and a smile on his face.
As a Nepharite, Eric looks essentially the same. He's still a short, scrawny man. However, there are numerous differences for those who can see past the Illusions. Eric seems even calmer and more pleased as a Nepharite, and the odor of roses has grown even stronger and is present to even those who have poor senses of smell. His three-piece suit has turned white, covered in a large brown "splatter" of dried blood on the right side. His complexion has turned from a dark, oily color to a ruddy pink and his blonde hair has become almost one solid piece of white. Only Eric's (still present) violin case seems unaffected.
Eric was soon found wandering the streets without a home and sent to live in an orphanage. While there, the trauma he had seen in his house began to drive him mad; he became hostile and violent towards the other children and staff. The staff suggested that he was "undergoing a period of grief", but secretly felt he was nothing more than a mean little shit. Eventually Eric began to calm down, and started becoming a model student and a talented musician, and even earned a college scholarship.
While in college, Eric developed two loves: the violin and Alice Stone. Eric would compose love song after love song on his violin, in the hopes that one would be perfect enough to win her love. He became secretive and hid his music talent hoping to perfect his music before revealing it to Alice. He toiled relentlessly, until the night of April 3, 1967 when he finished his "offering" to Alice. He raced to her dormitory, and began playing his melody outside her window. Lights across the dorm began flickering on as young co-eds were awoken to the sounds of Eric's almost mystical violin. Alice also turned on her light, and Eric's heart glowed as she gazed down upon him. And then Eric saw the other man, the naked, grinning man, standing behind her, stroking her barely covered chest.
Eric's mind shattered at the sight, and yet his music grew even better and more alien as his sorrow fueled the motion of his fingers. Eric bowed at the end of his performance and left to the sounds of applause. Two days later Eric tracked down both Alice and her lover, knocking them unconcious and moving them to an abandoned house outside of Detroit. For days he alternated tortures between the two, both crushing his soul as he brutalized Alice and relishing in the pain he gave to her lover. And somewhere, in between the brandings and the slicings, Eric discovered a new music.
He kept the two prisoners fed, and forced them to drink water so as not to dehydrate, as he began experimenting with the various tortures he implemented and the sounds his victims made. Gone was his grief for Alice and the pleasure for her lover's torment. In it's place was a joy as Eric found a new world of music open up before him.
Alice's lover lasted for 12 days before his will and body just seemed to give up all resistance and died. Alice lasted three days longer, her mind snapping before Eric found her "out of tune" and killed her. He felt remorse only at the loss of his instrument. Eric returned to the women's dorm, seducing them with his new melodies, even more beautiful and haunting than before. After the second disappearance of a student from the women's doem Eric was questioned by police, and his "theatre" outside of town was soon after discovered.
As the prison clock struck 12 midnight, and the voltage began coursing through his head, Eric Jenns heard a new chorus sing aloud his name. As Eric's body burned and convulsed Eric cried for joy and was embraced by a new art, where he was audience, performer, and maestro.
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