About Lazarus CainSample Sheet: http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1137775 Stats:
Lazarus Cain
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I am in the Eastern Timezone. I’m generally at a computer all day long every day. So my posting can be fairly consistent all day, every day! Description:
Possessing strong Risurian features, Lazarus’s skin is a tanned bronze criss-crossed with countless scars that detract somewhat from an otherwise handsome appearance. His short, white hair serves as indication of a stress filled life. Lean and tall, Lazarus dresses in well-crafted and form fitting attire, intending to minimize anything that could get caught in combat and impede movement. Ever pragmatic, Lazarus prioritizes function over form and can be seen wearing tough and heavy duty clothes a top his armor with ample pockets, complete with a bandolier strapped across his body for easy access to ammunition. Never far from his hands is a cared for, if battered musket that has seen plenty of use. For those with the skill to tell, it is readily apparent that many of the original wooden parts have been replaced with iron and steel equivalents as battle damage has taken its toll on the weapon.
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See: http://i.imgur.com/VVLjvbl.jpg Personality:
Lazarus is extremely well spoken and well mannered, shoring up his scarred appearance with tempered wisdom and uncanny intelligence. His service in the Risurian military has ingrained teamwork and a strong ethic to be carrying his ‘share’ of the work no matter the task, by extension Lazarus takes great care to never be seen as ‘slacking’ or doing anything other than his best. Often times memories from the battles across the Yerasol Archipelago can cause him to lose sight of a situation, and become ‘mission focused’ on the objective at hand losing sight of the bigger picture. Coming from a long line of patriots Lazarus is fierce in his patriotism to Risur, and takes betrayal of the country his comrades, friends, and family have fought for over the years as a personal affront.
Friends:
Sergeant Gimmel: A now retired veteran of the Yerasol war, Gimmel was discharged from the military after taking wounds that left him unable to exert himself for long periods of time. He used his earnings and military connections to move into the industrial scene and has started up a successful gunsmithing factory, attempting to leverage everything he can from the increased trade between Risur and Danor. He, Lazarus and Jenner keep in close contact because of their shared military days, and their common interest in everything to do with the gun trade. Private Jenner: A now retired veteran of the Yerasol war, Jenner followed Gimmel when he started a gunsmithing factory and is a much better gunsmith than he ever was a soldier. Striving to push Danorian and Drakrian technologies to their breaking point Jenner has created a reputation of a ‘Mad Technologist’ for himself, quickly trying to close the technological gap found between the two countries. He prefers to work on drafting and prototyping new technology, leaving the sale and actual business in Gimmel’s more than capable hands.
Family:
Lisa Cain: Having long since retired from military life, Lazarus’s mother has turned her formidable logistical prowess to political use and has joined The Nettles political structure under Reed Macbannin’s administration. They work together in an attempt to gain recognition and tolerance for the new arrivals of the city and to help provide aid to those in need. Her long term goals are to use it as a spring board for further political clout. She and Lazarus have a close relationship despite their independent nature and try to call on one another a few times a month when time permits. With the bulk of their family spread out elsewhere in Risur, they are all the family they have nearby. Background:
Born on 6 Spring 473 AR, Lazarus was born in Risur city of Flint. In his early life, Lazarus remembers growing up in the Battalion Academy with his mother, Lisa, and his father Derek on Pine Island. Lisa served as a logistics officer, who gained recognition for being able to wade through mountains of paperwork and churn out ammunition, swords, ships and food at a moment’s notice for commanders directing the war effort far off in Yerasol. His father Derek on the other hand was a well-respected officer with multiple tours of duty back and forth from the Yerasol archipelago and multiple training stints to break in the up and coming soldiers. Both sides of Lazarus’s family carried strong military backgrounds reaching back generations, it was a foregone conclusion that Lazarus would follow in their footsteps. Despite the disruptions that military life brought, Lazarus enjoyed a comfortable family life until the Fourth Yerasol War started to turn sour for Risur. The increased demands of the service meant Derek was gone for longer and longer on his deployments, rarely staying longer than the two weeks needed to reload, rearm and send off transport ships back to the front lines. Times when recruits used to get over a year of training were slowly trimmed to a handful of months, then weeks as manpower to the front was sorely needed. For a long while, Lazarus and his mother received irregular letters from his father over the years as aggression between Risur and Danor grew, and the brutality of the fighting escalated, until one day the letters simply stopped. It took all the favors Lisa could call in to find out what happened to Derek, the few reports she managed to find where conflicting too. Some indicated he was killed in action, with others having accounts of him being taken as a prisoner of war. The end result was the same however, he was gone. Having lost a grandfather in the Third Yerasol war and an uncle early in the Forth, Lisa was not unaccustomed to the losses that the service could bring and survived stoically, if heartbroken. Lazarus however, was shattered and unknowing what to feel, he threw himself into following his father’s footsteps. He pestered the academy gunsmiths, sharing in their craft while absorbing all of their knowledge to the exclusion of all else. Lazarus enlisted in the military the day after he turned sixteen, intent on joining the on-going conflict. Thankfully while short on manpower, Risur was not so short to send half-trained boys to war and Lazarus enjoyed a long and brutal training cycle intent on making him the among few fully trained musket infantry to join the conflict on Yerasol to hopefully counteract Danor’s ever present technological edge. Landing on the verdant shores of Yerasol shortly after his eighteenth birthday marked the start of nearly two staright years of hell for Lazarus. On arriving to the isle, his transport ship was shot out from under his feet by a Danorian steamship, forcing him and his company to swim to shore while under heavy fire from the ship’s artillery. It took several weeks of hiding and living off the island before being rescued by a Risurian ship, only to be immediately thrown back into an eight month offensive to take back a series of islands against Danor forces, only to turn around and give the islands back over the course of a frail four month defensive soon as a counter offensive was organized. With Lazarus’s company battered and greatly under strength it was decided to be folded into Commander Nigel Price-Hill’s company as they undertook a new offensive. After a short leave at Flint to be folded into the new cohort, Lazarus’s convoy ran directly into a Danorian strike force intending to savage the burgeoning industrial city. A savage battle later found the Risurian forces carrying the day, which quickly translated to success on the battle field as Price-Hill’s brilliant strategy had Risurian forces leapfroging from island to island to lessen Risur’s territory losses from ‘extensive’ to merely ‘ample’ by the time the war was formally declared over a few short months later. The end of the war brought a close to hostilities, but left a great deal of work to be done. There were places to fortify, prisoners to release, and ‘victory’ tours to go on. Lazarus spent years touring through Risurian cities as the politicians and brass paraded the Yerasol survivors to the civilians, building up their accomplishments to a point where even Lazarus had difficulty remembering what was true or not. Lazarus may have stayed in the military for the rest of his life were it not for a twist of fortunate luck for his company being paraded through Slate when the now Viscount Inspector Nigel Price-Hill of the Royal Homeland Constabulary requested a company of infantry to root out a cabal of Drakan necromancers in the Anthras Mountains. The trek and the associated tunnel fighting to root out and apprehend the Cabal was brutal, but with grim determination they eventually prevailed. Lazarus’s bold action during the raid caught the eye of the Viscount and was personally encouraged to apply for the RHC after his enlistment was over. Today, years later, with the war a fading memory, Lazarus has been released from the military, and well into the application process to the RHC. He isn’t quite sure what to expect, but he is ready, and eager to serve his country in any way possible.
RP Sample:
Teeth flew from the mouth of a dark haired human as Lazarus hit him with the butt of his musket, sending the man crashing to the ground as he ran by. Time was of the essence, and cultists were appearing out of dead ends and cunning hiding spots as his squad raced through the tunnels. They were ordered pursue this route in hopes of finding a way to flank the main chamber where the bulk of the company was attempting to penetrate the cabal’s defenses. “Aaah!!” Screaming, Sergeant Gimmel fell to the ground, as a sickly green glob hit him in the chest eating through his heavy armor and into his flesh. Past the fallen sergeant Lazarus saw a dwarf blocking the passageway moving to point a wand at him. Lazarus fired his musket with a deafening boom in the confined tunnel; the bullet blowing apart the dwarf’s raised hand and burying itself in his face. “Keep moving!” Lazarus shouted back to the rest of the soldiers as he shoved the dying’s dwarf’s body out of the way and continued the sprint through the tunnels. “Sir! I hear combat!” Shouted Jenner, though it took Lazarus a moment before realizing Jenner was addressing him. “Hold up! Let’s not barge out one at a time.” Lazarus called as he realized the entire force has strung itself out during the run. “Reload and get ready on my mark!” Checking his gun, he waited as more infantry made their way to their position. “We’re going to hit them hard and fast. Take whatever shots you can, and get yourselves into cover!” Lazarus ordered, hoping for a higher ranked soldier to come running down the tunnel during his short speech. “Lets go!” Breaking out of the tunnel en-masse they ran into a large cavern filled with chaos, the defending cabal had somehow procured two large guns, clearly of Drakr make, and emplaced them in the centre of the room. A ragged array of cult members lobbed spells and bullets behind makeshift cover keeping the Risurian force from getting a strong foothold in the room. Lazarus’s force had entered the room at a slight flank to the cultist forces, able to ignore a portion of the hastily thrown up cover. “The guns! Lazarus shouted bringing up his musket up to fire. A spray of bullets and magic flew at the two gun crews, shredding a number to pieces. “FOR RISUR! CHARGE!” The cultist line melted under the sudden assault, allowing the stoppered Risurian forces to break free from their stalemate and assault the line in tandem. Chaos reigned for what seemed like ages until the majority of the cabal defenders were subdued. Lazarus was sitting with his men, helping bandage a bloody wound on Jenner’s arm. “Who is in command here?” the familiar voice of Price-Hill echoing over the group. “Sir, I am! Lazarus Cain. Sergeant Gimmel fell in the tunnel fighting.” Lazarus spoke whirling to the sound of the voice, expecting to be relieved momentarily. Meeting the eye of the Viscount, he also saw a number of other people with him. RHC Officers Lazarus thought. “Damn. Okay, you’re acting Sergeant for the time being.” Price-Hill said with a nod. “Gather your men and lets move.” He following up with additional instructions to the other officers beside him. Sir!” Lazarus said, ordering his men to form a guard ahead of the officers and Viscount. “You did damned good work Cain. Breaking their line.” Price-Hill said grunting as they set off deeper into the tunnels at a run. “I hope we’re in time.” Lazarus didn’t have time to reply as the rough tunnels turned suddenly to hewn stone and opened up to a massive amphitheater. Below a circle of Drakr cultists were deep into a ritual, chanting sonorously to a massive pile of bones, some floating eerily in the air left no confusion to what they were trying to do. A fully formed claw flew out of the circle in a massive cleave at the Risurian force. “Sir! Look out!” Lazarus shouted grabbing the back of Price-Hill’s collar and hauling him to the ground as he dropped for cover. The massive claw passed overhead as it batted two of the RHC officers straight into the air. “Everyone! Fire at the ritual members!” Lazarus shouted firing off a shot and saw a robed figure collapse. “Spread out too!” Thundering of gunfire erupted as the rushing infantry picked their shots and trailing combat mages added arcane blasts into the air. As the battle raged, the massive skeleton wreaked havoc among bunched soldiers, but with every ritual member cut down, the bones lost speed and ferocity. After what seemed an age, the last cabal member was brought down, and the skeleton lost the last of its animating force, clattering to the ground in a heap of dust. “Thanks.” Price-Hill said shaking Lazarus’s hand after the chaos had died down. “My pleasure Sir.” Lazarus said nodding as he looked over the destruction and the wounded. Together they stood watching in silence as medics spread out into the amphitheater, tending to the wounded and marking the fallen. “How long do you have left in your enlistment?” Price-Hill asked waving off a cleric looking for wounded and pointing him to another group. “I signed up for a tenner. So just less than six years.” Lazarus said, unsure of where this conversation was headed. “I want you to consider application to the RHC when your service is done. You just saw first-hand the sort of things we have to deal with.” The Viscount said seriously. “We need the best of the best to help keep our country safe, and I’ll be damned if I don’t snatch up all the talent I can find.” “Yes, sir!” Lazarus said with a smile. It would certainly be better than being paraded around all the time!
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