LazzurusMan
Lord of Altera
Name: LazzurusMan
Nickname/Alias: Lazzurus
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Unknown
Height: 5"10
Weight: 161 pounds
Hair: Dark Brown/almost black
Eyes: murky green
Skin: Mildly Tanned
Identifying Marks: Scar on right cheek
Appearance: He wears a dark green and brown hooded cloak of sorts with a black scarf covering the lower half of his face.
Strengths: Never one to give up, Lazzurus will never back down from a fight or give up on the task at hand. Skilled in armed, unarmed and ranged combat, Lazzurus is never without the ability to defend himself.
Weaknesses: Due to his lonely life and upbringing Lazzurus has been know to suffer from emotional outbursts, especially when anything reminds him of his parents demise. Has trouble trusting strangers until they have proven themselves in his eyes.
The Beginning:
LazzurusMan was born under a pale blue winter moon in the land of Celion and was cursed from that day onward. They say in the land of Celion that those born under the pale blue winter moon are doomed to a lonely existence, their only companion their sorrow, their only home the wilderness. LazzurusMan was no exception to this. On the eve of his tenth birthday raiders attacked his village, slaughtering any and all who attempted to stop them, his parents were cut down as they tried to carry Lazzurus to safety. As his mother fell dead to the floor she dropped young Lazzurus into the rive that ran by their house, saving him from the horrors of the raid. He woke the next day on the river bank not far from the village, he ran home as fast as he could, hoping he parents would be there looking for him, he found only charred, desecrated corpses.
The time of turmoil:
From that day forward Lazzurus was on his own, fighting the wild for survival, over the years this rugged way of life hardened the frightened child into a relentless rogue, doing anything and everything he could to survive. But still there was a part of that small, frightened child within him, whenever anything reminded him of his parents demise that part of him would show itself, making him cower and hide in fear. One such occasion would nearly cost him his life. One cold winter evening he was skulking through the back alleys of a small town on the coast of Celion, hunting for an easy target to rob, when he suddenly spotted a small boy cowering from the streets. This apparent orphan reminded him of that terrible night many years ago and so he approached the young boy to help him. Suddenly he jumped up and ran laughing as armed guards blocked off the exits from the alleyways and drew their weapons. Lazzurus looked round in shock as he realised what had happened, the local authorities had heard of his weakness, and had used it to trap him!
Only one thought ran through his mind at this time, escape. He charged the nearest
guards, dodging their attacks and retaliating with the skill and precision of an expert
swordsman, using the skills he had learnt during his years fighting in the wilderness. He ran much
faster than any of the heavily armoured guards could and managed to hide in a crate of seed that
was destined for some far off land.
A new Beginning:
Lazzurus new what he must do, he must start anew, he must atone for his crimes and live a
new, honourable life, as his parents would have wanted for him, vowing to defeat the curse of the
pale winter moon he hid in the crate of seed until he was moved aboard a ship, there he hid in the
lower decks, using the skills he learnt in the wilderness to avoid detection. When they made port he
waited until all but a skeleton crew were on shore and snuck to shore, there he found himself in
port silver.
A new land, a new beginning...
Nickname/Alias: Lazzurus
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Unknown
Height: 5"10
Weight: 161 pounds
Hair: Dark Brown/almost black
Eyes: murky green
Skin: Mildly Tanned
Identifying Marks: Scar on right cheek
Appearance: He wears a dark green and brown hooded cloak of sorts with a black scarf covering the lower half of his face.
Strengths: Never one to give up, Lazzurus will never back down from a fight or give up on the task at hand. Skilled in armed, unarmed and ranged combat, Lazzurus is never without the ability to defend himself.
Weaknesses: Due to his lonely life and upbringing Lazzurus has been know to suffer from emotional outbursts, especially when anything reminds him of his parents demise. Has trouble trusting strangers until they have proven themselves in his eyes.
The Beginning:
LazzurusMan was born under a pale blue winter moon in the land of Celion and was cursed from that day onward. They say in the land of Celion that those born under the pale blue winter moon are doomed to a lonely existence, their only companion their sorrow, their only home the wilderness. LazzurusMan was no exception to this. On the eve of his tenth birthday raiders attacked his village, slaughtering any and all who attempted to stop them, his parents were cut down as they tried to carry Lazzurus to safety. As his mother fell dead to the floor she dropped young Lazzurus into the rive that ran by their house, saving him from the horrors of the raid. He woke the next day on the river bank not far from the village, he ran home as fast as he could, hoping he parents would be there looking for him, he found only charred, desecrated corpses.
The time of turmoil:
From that day forward Lazzurus was on his own, fighting the wild for survival, over the years this rugged way of life hardened the frightened child into a relentless rogue, doing anything and everything he could to survive. But still there was a part of that small, frightened child within him, whenever anything reminded him of his parents demise that part of him would show itself, making him cower and hide in fear. One such occasion would nearly cost him his life. One cold winter evening he was skulking through the back alleys of a small town on the coast of Celion, hunting for an easy target to rob, when he suddenly spotted a small boy cowering from the streets. This apparent orphan reminded him of that terrible night many years ago and so he approached the young boy to help him. Suddenly he jumped up and ran laughing as armed guards blocked off the exits from the alleyways and drew their weapons. Lazzurus looked round in shock as he realised what had happened, the local authorities had heard of his weakness, and had used it to trap him!
Only one thought ran through his mind at this time, escape. He charged the nearest
guards, dodging their attacks and retaliating with the skill and precision of an expert
swordsman, using the skills he had learnt during his years fighting in the wilderness. He ran much
faster than any of the heavily armoured guards could and managed to hide in a crate of seed that
was destined for some far off land.
A new Beginning:
Lazzurus new what he must do, he must start anew, he must atone for his crimes and live a
new, honourable life, as his parents would have wanted for him, vowing to defeat the curse of the
pale winter moon he hid in the crate of seed until he was moved aboard a ship, there he hid in the
lower decks, using the skills he learnt in the wilderness to avoid detection. When they made port he
waited until all but a skeleton crew were on shore and snuck to shore, there he found himself in
port silver.
A new land, a new beginning...