Post by lazarus D'Scari on Jun 24, 2013 21:47:40 GMT -5
Lazarus D'Scari
Lazarus, 19, 4 years
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Appearance: Lazarus is 6'2", weighing 210 pounds. His skin is lusciously dark and reddishly hued, as the norm for his race. He has two deep brown, kind eyes. He keeps his hair short and brushed for easy management. He is very muscular, sporting thick, cut arms and powerful legs. He walks in a set of Ebony Armor. Personality: A calm and collected fellow, Lazarus is not overly aggressive or pushy. He does not take pleasure in unnecessary bloodshed. However he IS interested in the art of war, doing battle against cutthroats and bandits frequently. On the battlefield, he becomes a bloodthirsty monster. His Redguard blood stirs and throws him into an impressive display of barbarianism balanced with professionalism. He is fascinated with money, and is always trying to find new ways to expand his earnings. Though Lazarus is usually quiet, he is a very sociable man. He is friendly, easy to speak with, and can be very humorous at times. He enjoys making new friends, and believes to make enemies is a waste of time in such a short life. He is very honorable, and has a sense of loyalty to his friends that is unbreakable. However, Laz despises proud, racist Nords. Namely the Stormcloaks, to be frank. He stays out of the war, though, out of respect for their cause. He also sees no money in it. Even though Laz is an all around "Good ol' guy", he is independent and doesn't respond well to rough treatment. If someone tangles with him, they better be ready for the fight of their lives. Lazarus fights not to hurt...but to kill. History: He was born into a poor family in Hammerfell. His father and mother struggled to make ends meet, working in shops that needed the help for however long. As a child, Lazarus was always fascinated in adventure and romance. His elder sister read him tales of ancient Redguard lore, and he vowed to one day throw on the turban and venture throughout the land to find his own fortune. When Lazarus was around the age of fifteen, his sister died from fever. His devastated parents, unable to have bought medicine to sustain her, began to realize they hadn't enough to support the family even still. Not wanting to end up like his sister or burden his parents any longer, the young redguard took this as an opportunity to run away. He ended up in Skyrim, half-alive, in Falkreath. He was found by a Riften businessman, who took him up and brought him to his place outside the Hold. Quickly realizing this man was as "nice" as he seemed, Lazarus ran away again, finding himself amongst the low ranking members of the thieves Guild. For ten years, he spent his life doing odd burglary jobs and minor break ins, all the while honing his skills of Sneak and Lockpicking. After his tenth year, Lazarus realized he didn't want to make his fortune being entirely dishonest and wretched. He wanted respect as well. Using his earnings to exchange his gear for more high dollar equipment, he began investing his time into bloodier work. He began tracking bandit groups and extinguishing them for their gold and selling their equipment. He camped around outposts and found necromancers to slaughter. These were despicable, pathetic beings. They terrorized the innocent for their own pleasure. Disgusted by these people, Lazarus began making a name for himself...cutting the heads from band leaders and setting them on fire for passerby's to find in the morn. The Companions caught wind of Lazarus's adventures and became mildly interested in him. They began a minor watch over his activities, gauging the danger of each and setting them on their proverbial scale of courage. Eventually, they learned of one of Laz's greatest and most recent feats: Laz found himself trapped between a clan of witches and a band of Ice Trolls in the northernmost reaches of the Pale. On his way to Morrowind, he was stopped short by this horrible predicament. Living on Limited rations, Lazarus would fire two arrows at two different times during the day. One at the witches at night, and one at the trolls in the morning. Remaining undetected, he did so for almost a week. Eventually, the groups became so fed up they turned their anger onto each other, slaughtering themselves. Lazarus walked away with Nearly 3,000 septims in spoils, without so much as a scratch. Aela the Huntress, who was originally assigned to this mission, payed him the contract and invited him to join the Companions in Whiterun. He immediately agreed, deciding to put his services to more official use. Besides, he had heard amazing stories of the Fighter's Guild, and hoped to make a wonderful addition to the family at the Jorrvasker. The "Black Knight" continues his occupation today. Though he is adventurous, his main goals are simple: He aims to marry a like-minded female and have children. He cares little of race or color, but more of someone he can truly relate too; someone that has stood the trials of life and has conquered them one by one. Someone that is just as independent as he, with a dream of finding their own fortune. Once he finds this person, he will make sure they craft their future...together. He wants to own a few estates for travel purposes. They come in handy and real estate has always been something he was interested in. He would much rather sleep in his own bed shared by none other than is woman, rather than pay 10 septims to an innkeeper to sleep on a dirty horseskin 4 weary travelers used before him. Lazarus desperately wants to ride a dragon. He thinks it looks fun. No lie. And perhaps most importantly, 300 years from now, he wants children of Tamriel to sing a tale of Lazarus.... | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px;] Character Name. Lazarus D'Scari Age. 32 Race. Redguard Sexuality. Straight Faction, Army, or Allegiance. Companions Occupation. Delver, mercenary, bounty hunter. Werewolf or Vampire. N/A Major Skills. Sneak: Being an ex-thieves guild member, Lazarus is very good at getting around undetected. He's light on his feet, and quick to the catch. His sneak skills are criminally insane, enabling him to do his favorite kind of kill; the backstab. Even though he is usually in heavy armor, it takes a lot to make Lazarus clang. Archery: Laz was an avid archer as a boy, and carried his archery skills with him to manhood. His critical accuracy has caused an untimely end for many a foe. Of all his skills, Lazarus practices archery the most. As far as he is concerned, it's the cleanest way to kill. Two-Handed: Lazarus uses his immense strength to his advantage. He almost utilizes nothing but two handed weapons, favoring his Ebony Warhammer over any of his arsenal. He as found away to move his weapon with the least amount of effort, providing for more energy to deliver limb-splitting blows. Heavy armor: Laz is a strong large fellow, and favors heavy armor to save his ass. Given his great strength, he is able to move in it with ease--but not without extensive training in the past. Lazarus is capable of taking as many heavy blows as he dishes out. Lockpicking: His years in the thieves guild not only proved beneficial for his sneaking skills, but his lockpicking ones as well. Lazarus is an expert lockpick...though he does receive some trouble from Master level locks. Weapons, Armor, and Belongings. Ebony Warhammer: Pried from the cold, dead hands of an infamous bandit leader, Lazarus claimed this hammer from the depths of the mountains, naming it Bane, the Murderer of Murderers. Ebony Bow: Shopping in Solitude one day, he found this bow. He then proceeded to buy it. Ebony Armor, Guantlets, boots, and Helm: Not being able to afford all of these at the same time, Lazarus has pieced together bits of ingot and melted old weapons to create his full set. |
