Post by Lazarus on Aug 11, 2010 7:44:41 GMT -8
Name: Lazarus Lark
Nicknames: King, Lazlo
Age: 23
DoB: January 19th
Sexuality: Pansexual
Breed: Tainted Celestials (Shapeshifters)
Abilities:
Blindfold—temporary blindness caused by shadows/darkness; can only be countered by someone with opposing ability or a higher post count (max. 2 people affected)
Loyalty: He has no loyalties in particular to anyone, but he usually will bend his knee to the alphas. He is also bound into loyalty to his followers, or so it seems, but he may bend them to his own will if it suits him. He is also partially loyal to The Song of Heros, as he gives them tidbits of information that they request, and respects them for their duties.
Status/Occupation: King of Thieves
Appearance:
Human Form – taller than most Tainted Celestials, at the height of 5’6”, Lazarus is still fairly thin and wiry. His skin is tanned slightly, to a dull caramel hue, but this is a byproduct of the sun rather than his parent’s genes. His hair is wavy and short, sporting longer ‘bangs’ in the front, and shorter, chopped layers in the back. The locks are a dirty blonde, another colour morphed due to excessive sunshine. Lazarus’s appearance is made partially more masculine by a prominent jaw, and a large scar that slashes from his ear, across his cheek, to the corner of his lip. The scar partly hinders the movement of that corner of his mouth, but as the wound is old, Lazarus is mostly able to move past that dilemma. His eyes are indigo, a deep blue like that of the night sky, and contain a certain calm, reserved broodiness that can become vaguely friendly when confronted with those close to him, or when met with optimistic atmospheres. When he is not being spoken to, speaking himself, or when in business circumstances, Lazarus typically wears a blank, thoughtful expression, which can commonly be mistaken as cold and calculating. However, when he enjoys himself, he is not afraid to smile freely.
True Form – his build remains the same as he transforms, and he can be recognized without much difficulty by those who know him well, though there remain a few differences between his two appearances. Possibly the most noticeable of all is his skin – as he changes, midnight-blue tattoos rise to the surface, while the surrounding skin becomes paler, into the tint it was before his excursions into the sun. His eyes – which remain the same pigment throughout the shifting – match this shade. Another metamorphism that takes place is his hair: remaining the same cut, it ultimately shifts into a dark brown, almost bordering on black. An additional change marks him as the Tainted Celestial he really is – the sudden growth of massive onyx wings, the same colour as the shadows of the deepest night. Due to the dark colors of his transformation, he prefers to wear dark (mainly black) clothing, even as a human. This usually consists of loose turtlenecks (both sleeveless and long-sleeved), baggy pants, and leather jackets. He also sometimes takes to wearing fingerless gloves and dark goggles, and is never seen without a small silver earring in his right ear.
Personality:
To most, Lazarus seems professional and cool. He could also be described as cruel (even though, as King of Thieves, Lazarus has plenty of debtors to enforce punishments on, he is still a Tainted Celestial by nature), and is most certainly level-headed (though he may not seem it at times). It is also possible for him to be broody and thoughtful, as he spends a large amount of his nights in a silent solitude to sit and gaze out at the stars from a windowsill, roof, or balcony, pondering problems most are never subject to reveal. But, even though all those traits are distinctly those of Lazarus, these are certainly not the entirety of all that he possesses. In the proximities of his close friends he regains – instead of a thoughtful aura – a certain ditsiness and head-in-the-clouds aura, forgetting certain things and letting his guard down. He also can be quite kind, or at least strives to be such, and attempts to be sociable. His tries are in vain, however, as he is very easy to approach once he lets down his primary stern aura. All in all, he is a very likeable leader, though strong, stern, and logical at the same time.
History:
When young, Lazarus was held as a slave by the humans. He was born into his slavery, not captured, but he still detested the limitations put on him without ever really feeling the taste of freedom. He was separated from his mother at the age of three, and does not remember much of her. He knows even less of his father, who had already been separated from the ‘family’ beforehand (due to the actions that led to the concievement of baby Lazarus), and remained unknown to him throughout the duration of his life.
After the division of mother and child, Lazarus quickly grew frustrated with the maltreatment his new master presented him with, and tried several times to overthrow his owner, usually rashly and spontaneously. His master always retorted to these uprisings harshly and violently, not wasting time in trying to get to the bottom of the disobedience – he was the type of man who thought corporal punishment could always fix a problem, no matter how long it took. It was in one of these retaliations that Lazarus gained his scar, ‘slapped’ across the side of his face with the sharp edge of a blade after he had tried to directly harm his overseer in escape. The recievement of this wound managed to wake the fiery child up a bit, and he not longer attempted small, unplanned escapes; he instead plotted and planned for a large one, trying to tie up any loopholes possible for a guaranteed escape. But, as every year passed, Lazarus became wiser and more aware of the futility of his situation and plan… if he was caught in the process this time, he would most surely be killed, most likely by hanging.
By the time Lazarus was sixteen, the idea of escaping had almost evaded him, and he was almost resigned to living a resentful slave life under a cruel master… until Clotilda came along. For reasons that are still unknown to him, this human girl took it upon herself to save him, helping him to escape the master he had come to loathe’s clutches. After his escape, Clotilda then delivered Lazarus to the King of Thieves for safekeeping, continuing on to live her own life. The meeting of the two was a good one, as Lazarus and the King were able to get along surprisingly well, until their conversations and exchanges finally led to the King taking him in as an apprentice.
Now, Lazarus is the current King of Thieves, and rules the position accordingly; he has no trouble punishing those with debts to him, and sometimes even derives pleasure from it. In return for Clotilda’s liberating him, he now gives her information she needs or requests, and they are close business partners.
Extra:
- Cannot cook; this is because (it is thought) that he is derived of taste buds
- He is immune to most poisons due to his own cooking, and also barely ever has any digestive problems
- Takes pleasure in reading long novels, but is a terribly slow reader
- Cannot stand spicy foods
- Obsessed with vanilla flavoring
- Has a high tolerance level, but likes to act drunk while drinking
- Has his own cookbook
- Is a complete cheapskate (for certain things)
Role-play Sample:
Lazarus sighed at the debtor adjacent from him, closing his eyes and steeple-ing his fingers like in the old children’s nursery rhyme. However, he didn’t continue the finger game any farther -- there was no ‘this is the church’, nor any ‘see all the people’ -- only the remains of ‘this is the steeple’ were left, and a concentrated, thoughtful expression on his face, as if he was attempting to remember the rest of the song. But the situation at hand was something far different than an effort to recall a childhood memory… and was far less innocent.
After a tangible silence, in which Lazarus could sense the growing discomfort of the man he was attending to, he finally sighed and opened his eyes, fixing a cold glare on his item of importance. The man almost flinched at the look, and Lazarus had to hold back a sadistic chuckle at him; he wasn’t always this cruel, certainly, but these little moments of sadism kept him in check. Otherwise, he would take out his cold-hearted nature on any little thing, blowing up at random occurrences and lurking just below the surface of utter spitefulness constantly… it was just how his certain species of Shapeshifters were. But Lazarus preferred to stick to these little moments of complete, merciless brutality, while remaining fairly approachable the rest of the time.
As the silence grew on -- becoming steadily more dangerous, like the calm before a storm -- Lazarus contemplated his punishment for the last time, making sure it would be harsh enough to teach a lesson, but lenient enough to keep his debtor’s faith in him intact. Finally, he sat up, looking the man across from him in the eye. “I’ve found a penalty for you, Joseph,” he said coolly, fighting the small smirk that wished to spread across his face. “You are an Angelic Celestial, am I correct? Well, divine things should deserve divine retributions. For you, you shall be forced to carry a wooden cross strapped to your back – nothing heavy, just a bit uncomfortable. And, of course, a large hindrance when it comes to the sprouting of your wings during your true form… or sleeping. Next time, perhaps, you should think twice before you ‘forget’ to pay your dues.” With that, he allowed his smirk to be released, taking up more of his face than he had planned it to, and waved one hand in casual dismissal.
Nicknames: King, Lazlo
Age: 23
DoB: January 19th
Sexuality: Pansexual
Breed: Tainted Celestials (Shapeshifters)
Abilities:
Blindfold—temporary blindness caused by shadows/darkness; can only be countered by someone with opposing ability or a higher post count (max. 2 people affected)
Loyalty: He has no loyalties in particular to anyone, but he usually will bend his knee to the alphas. He is also bound into loyalty to his followers, or so it seems, but he may bend them to his own will if it suits him. He is also partially loyal to The Song of Heros, as he gives them tidbits of information that they request, and respects them for their duties.
Status/Occupation: King of Thieves
Appearance:
Human Form – taller than most Tainted Celestials, at the height of 5’6”, Lazarus is still fairly thin and wiry. His skin is tanned slightly, to a dull caramel hue, but this is a byproduct of the sun rather than his parent’s genes. His hair is wavy and short, sporting longer ‘bangs’ in the front, and shorter, chopped layers in the back. The locks are a dirty blonde, another colour morphed due to excessive sunshine. Lazarus’s appearance is made partially more masculine by a prominent jaw, and a large scar that slashes from his ear, across his cheek, to the corner of his lip. The scar partly hinders the movement of that corner of his mouth, but as the wound is old, Lazarus is mostly able to move past that dilemma. His eyes are indigo, a deep blue like that of the night sky, and contain a certain calm, reserved broodiness that can become vaguely friendly when confronted with those close to him, or when met with optimistic atmospheres. When he is not being spoken to, speaking himself, or when in business circumstances, Lazarus typically wears a blank, thoughtful expression, which can commonly be mistaken as cold and calculating. However, when he enjoys himself, he is not afraid to smile freely.
True Form – his build remains the same as he transforms, and he can be recognized without much difficulty by those who know him well, though there remain a few differences between his two appearances. Possibly the most noticeable of all is his skin – as he changes, midnight-blue tattoos rise to the surface, while the surrounding skin becomes paler, into the tint it was before his excursions into the sun. His eyes – which remain the same pigment throughout the shifting – match this shade. Another metamorphism that takes place is his hair: remaining the same cut, it ultimately shifts into a dark brown, almost bordering on black. An additional change marks him as the Tainted Celestial he really is – the sudden growth of massive onyx wings, the same colour as the shadows of the deepest night. Due to the dark colors of his transformation, he prefers to wear dark (mainly black) clothing, even as a human. This usually consists of loose turtlenecks (both sleeveless and long-sleeved), baggy pants, and leather jackets. He also sometimes takes to wearing fingerless gloves and dark goggles, and is never seen without a small silver earring in his right ear.
Personality:
To most, Lazarus seems professional and cool. He could also be described as cruel (even though, as King of Thieves, Lazarus has plenty of debtors to enforce punishments on, he is still a Tainted Celestial by nature), and is most certainly level-headed (though he may not seem it at times). It is also possible for him to be broody and thoughtful, as he spends a large amount of his nights in a silent solitude to sit and gaze out at the stars from a windowsill, roof, or balcony, pondering problems most are never subject to reveal. But, even though all those traits are distinctly those of Lazarus, these are certainly not the entirety of all that he possesses. In the proximities of his close friends he regains – instead of a thoughtful aura – a certain ditsiness and head-in-the-clouds aura, forgetting certain things and letting his guard down. He also can be quite kind, or at least strives to be such, and attempts to be sociable. His tries are in vain, however, as he is very easy to approach once he lets down his primary stern aura. All in all, he is a very likeable leader, though strong, stern, and logical at the same time.
History:
When young, Lazarus was held as a slave by the humans. He was born into his slavery, not captured, but he still detested the limitations put on him without ever really feeling the taste of freedom. He was separated from his mother at the age of three, and does not remember much of her. He knows even less of his father, who had already been separated from the ‘family’ beforehand (due to the actions that led to the concievement of baby Lazarus), and remained unknown to him throughout the duration of his life.
After the division of mother and child, Lazarus quickly grew frustrated with the maltreatment his new master presented him with, and tried several times to overthrow his owner, usually rashly and spontaneously. His master always retorted to these uprisings harshly and violently, not wasting time in trying to get to the bottom of the disobedience – he was the type of man who thought corporal punishment could always fix a problem, no matter how long it took. It was in one of these retaliations that Lazarus gained his scar, ‘slapped’ across the side of his face with the sharp edge of a blade after he had tried to directly harm his overseer in escape. The recievement of this wound managed to wake the fiery child up a bit, and he not longer attempted small, unplanned escapes; he instead plotted and planned for a large one, trying to tie up any loopholes possible for a guaranteed escape. But, as every year passed, Lazarus became wiser and more aware of the futility of his situation and plan… if he was caught in the process this time, he would most surely be killed, most likely by hanging.
By the time Lazarus was sixteen, the idea of escaping had almost evaded him, and he was almost resigned to living a resentful slave life under a cruel master… until Clotilda came along. For reasons that are still unknown to him, this human girl took it upon herself to save him, helping him to escape the master he had come to loathe’s clutches. After his escape, Clotilda then delivered Lazarus to the King of Thieves for safekeeping, continuing on to live her own life. The meeting of the two was a good one, as Lazarus and the King were able to get along surprisingly well, until their conversations and exchanges finally led to the King taking him in as an apprentice.
Now, Lazarus is the current King of Thieves, and rules the position accordingly; he has no trouble punishing those with debts to him, and sometimes even derives pleasure from it. In return for Clotilda’s liberating him, he now gives her information she needs or requests, and they are close business partners.
Extra:
- Cannot cook; this is because (it is thought) that he is derived of taste buds
- He is immune to most poisons due to his own cooking, and also barely ever has any digestive problems
- Takes pleasure in reading long novels, but is a terribly slow reader
- Cannot stand spicy foods
- Obsessed with vanilla flavoring
- Has a high tolerance level, but likes to act drunk while drinking
- Has his own cookbook
- Is a complete cheapskate (for certain things)
Role-play Sample:
Lazarus sighed at the debtor adjacent from him, closing his eyes and steeple-ing his fingers like in the old children’s nursery rhyme. However, he didn’t continue the finger game any farther -- there was no ‘this is the church’, nor any ‘see all the people’ -- only the remains of ‘this is the steeple’ were left, and a concentrated, thoughtful expression on his face, as if he was attempting to remember the rest of the song. But the situation at hand was something far different than an effort to recall a childhood memory… and was far less innocent.
After a tangible silence, in which Lazarus could sense the growing discomfort of the man he was attending to, he finally sighed and opened his eyes, fixing a cold glare on his item of importance. The man almost flinched at the look, and Lazarus had to hold back a sadistic chuckle at him; he wasn’t always this cruel, certainly, but these little moments of sadism kept him in check. Otherwise, he would take out his cold-hearted nature on any little thing, blowing up at random occurrences and lurking just below the surface of utter spitefulness constantly… it was just how his certain species of Shapeshifters were. But Lazarus preferred to stick to these little moments of complete, merciless brutality, while remaining fairly approachable the rest of the time.
As the silence grew on -- becoming steadily more dangerous, like the calm before a storm -- Lazarus contemplated his punishment for the last time, making sure it would be harsh enough to teach a lesson, but lenient enough to keep his debtor’s faith in him intact. Finally, he sat up, looking the man across from him in the eye. “I’ve found a penalty for you, Joseph,” he said coolly, fighting the small smirk that wished to spread across his face. “You are an Angelic Celestial, am I correct? Well, divine things should deserve divine retributions. For you, you shall be forced to carry a wooden cross strapped to your back – nothing heavy, just a bit uncomfortable. And, of course, a large hindrance when it comes to the sprouting of your wings during your true form… or sleeping. Next time, perhaps, you should think twice before you ‘forget’ to pay your dues.” With that, he allowed his smirk to be released, taking up more of his face than he had planned it to, and waved one hand in casual dismissal.