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Post by lazarus on Dec 30, 2018 21:07:24 GMT
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OOC Name:Dove
Character Name: Lazarus Leviathan
Age: 4 years
Gender: male
Personality: First impressions write Lazarus off as a rude or otherwise uncaring individual, thanks to his typical expressions of boredom and disinterest in almost everything he sees. But that was the kicker! Because despite his rather convincing act of obliviousness, Lazarus is ever observant of the things happening around him. Perhaps his presence can become that of something unnerving (if not because of his sinister appearance), but because of his typical way of being a man of few words; unless someone has caught his interest (or the situation requires more of him). It clear that he's a hollowed out shell of what was once warm, happy, and vibrant; now a brew of cold indifference usually coupled with sarcasm and rather rude ways. His temper is like a fire; wild and unpredictable, able to change like the blink of an eye. It doesn't work well with his rash and quick to fight tendencies. Arrogance and pride are the flavor of his self centered nature. It isn't often that anyone or anything comes before Lazarus's own wants and needs. Though it isn't to say the man won't help others-- he loves to help, as long as he gets something out of it. Only a lucky few might be able to draw hints of his old self out, if their lucky. Making him a happier(dare we even say playful), thoughtful, and loyal individual.
Starting Abilities: Aerokenisis, Shadowmancer
Starting Mutations: Wings, Horns, longer fangs
Other Characters: none yet
Sample RP: He stood, front paws on the edge of the tall ridges ledge in Swallow Cliffs. The towering horned beast looked over the shimmering shores in the distance, and if he looked to the west(?) he could see the meadows. Clairvoyance had only been able to bring the duo so far in their travels, and now he found himself at a crossroads. It would be a guessing game from here on out. Lazarus had just gotten his strength back from using his powers previously and wanted to stay in manageable shape. Which way did they go now? As if on que, a voice fills his mind. It calls to the masses with a very familiar Creole accent riding their words. A smirk hikes up his dark lips. Looks like luck was on his side after all. Lazarus turns his head, yellow eyes seeking out Thalia's form. "Did you hear that?" Deep vocals inquire curiously. Admittedly, he had not liked the female much at all when they first started their journey. However, over the past few days she had somewhat grown on the Tethra man who had recently decided she wasn't that bad, as far as company standards went.
"See that beach?" Lazarus gestures to the shimmering shores sprawling out in the distance; true to their name as they glittered and danced under the swollen deep yellow moon that hung low in the sky." Those are the shimmering Shores, we just got to cut through there and we should find her." If he were alone the man might have took to the sky and flew the rest of the way, he certainly would have made better time. Instead he turns away from the ledge, making his way down the ridge. He didn't ask her to follow as he goes, mostly expecting her to get the memo; Thalia was big girl after all. As graceful steps drift toward the caverns as if drawn by Madame's call. "Come on, let's not waste time." Yellow eyes wearily glance to a pair of gryphons gliding through the sky near by. This was definitely not a safe place for them to linger too long. And he certainly didn't feel like tangoing with one of the winged beasts.
They weren't the only ones who answered the almond lady's call. Lazarus let his hooded gaze briefly cross the three stranger's shapes, hardly interested, before they finally found those toxic green pools. "Madame," he muses nonchalantly with a subtle dip of his horned head. The lanky beast trots over the golden sands; closer to Madame Siobhan but further away from the new faces. "I have someone who's been looking high and low for you," he explains, ringed tail pointing in Thalia's general direction with a quick flick. Lazarus waits; assuming his usual blank and bored expression.
OOC Name:Dove
Character Name: Lazarus Leviathan
Age: 4 years
Gender: male
Personality: First impressions write Lazarus off as a rude or otherwise uncaring individual, thanks to his typical expressions of boredom and disinterest in almost everything he sees. But that was the kicker! Because despite his rather convincing act of obliviousness, Lazarus is ever observant of the things happening around him. Perhaps his presence can become that of something unnerving (if not because of his sinister appearance), but because of his typical way of being a man of few words; unless someone has caught his interest (or the situation requires more of him). It clear that he's a hollowed out shell of what was once warm, happy, and vibrant; now a brew of cold indifference usually coupled with sarcasm and rather rude ways. His temper is like a fire; wild and unpredictable, able to change like the blink of an eye. It doesn't work well with his rash and quick to fight tendencies. Arrogance and pride are the flavor of his self centered nature. It isn't often that anyone or anything comes before Lazarus's own wants and needs. Though it isn't to say the man won't help others-- he loves to help, as long as he gets something out of it. Only a lucky few might be able to draw hints of his old self out, if their lucky. Making him a happier(dare we even say playful), thoughtful, and loyal individual.
Starting Abilities: Aerokenisis, Shadowmancer
Starting Mutations: Wings, Horns, longer fangs
Other Characters: none yet
Sample RP: He stood, front paws on the edge of the tall ridges ledge in Swallow Cliffs. The towering horned beast looked over the shimmering shores in the distance, and if he looked to the west(?) he could see the meadows. Clairvoyance had only been able to bring the duo so far in their travels, and now he found himself at a crossroads. It would be a guessing game from here on out. Lazarus had just gotten his strength back from using his powers previously and wanted to stay in manageable shape. Which way did they go now? As if on que, a voice fills his mind. It calls to the masses with a very familiar Creole accent riding their words. A smirk hikes up his dark lips. Looks like luck was on his side after all. Lazarus turns his head, yellow eyes seeking out Thalia's form. "Did you hear that?" Deep vocals inquire curiously. Admittedly, he had not liked the female much at all when they first started their journey. However, over the past few days she had somewhat grown on the Tethra man who had recently decided she wasn't that bad, as far as company standards went.
"See that beach?" Lazarus gestures to the shimmering shores sprawling out in the distance; true to their name as they glittered and danced under the swollen deep yellow moon that hung low in the sky." Those are the shimmering Shores, we just got to cut through there and we should find her." If he were alone the man might have took to the sky and flew the rest of the way, he certainly would have made better time. Instead he turns away from the ledge, making his way down the ridge. He didn't ask her to follow as he goes, mostly expecting her to get the memo; Thalia was big girl after all. As graceful steps drift toward the caverns as if drawn by Madame's call. "Come on, let's not waste time." Yellow eyes wearily glance to a pair of gryphons gliding through the sky near by. This was definitely not a safe place for them to linger too long. And he certainly didn't feel like tangoing with one of the winged beasts.
They weren't the only ones who answered the almond lady's call. Lazarus let his hooded gaze briefly cross the three stranger's shapes, hardly interested, before they finally found those toxic green pools. "Madame," he muses nonchalantly with a subtle dip of his horned head. The lanky beast trots over the golden sands; closer to Madame Siobhan but further away from the new faces. "I have someone who's been looking high and low for you," he explains, ringed tail pointing in Thalia's general direction with a quick flick. Lazarus waits; assuming his usual blank and bored expression.
