Lazverinus’ family has a long tradition of being excellent metal crafters of all kinds, either smiths, engravers or whatever. Our hero, though, never had the knack nor the will for it. His favorite activity was to go out with other kids, imagining they were fantasy heroes from far away lands.
There comes a time, though, in every young one’s life where they have to be productive. Lazverinus didn’t know how to do anything. He wasn’t fit for paperwork, and the craftings wasn’t his cup of tea. But he was big. Very big.
The Muckrucks wasn’t probably the best assignment. It was probably the worst, actually. But the guy was good, and his sheer bulk was often enough to settle things without further trouble. One day, Laz found a corpse in a forgotten alley. ”Have to be a Shoanti” he thought, and was amazed by the dead warrior’s attire and panoply, such that he took them for himself. He horad the items at home and his old daydreaming habits came back to greet again. ”Thay’re made for a very big person, those Shoantis must be tall.” All kinds of assumptions about the mysterious people of the Varisian landscape formed into his brain and heart, even to the point of claiming a supposed Shoanti heritage. He shaved his head and started carrying his treasured weapon around, believing it was the well-known Shoanti earthbreaker - though it was a pick instead.
Of course, he suffered all kinds of mockery. His guard mates loved him, so they were not too cruel, but it was obvious the guy hadn’t got his feet on the ground. Soon, a transfer to the Edgewatch was recommended and sent, and Lazverinus faces his new task with excitement and curiosity, eager to show his worth.
Lazverinus is a good-hearted boy who suffers from daydream syndrome. He knows he’s not a Shoanti, and that many things he believes about them are wrong, but he doesn’t care. He’s not hurting anyone with this, is he?
He’s big and strong, which many seem to equate to being slow and clumsy. They’ve been proven wrong time after time. He’s quite good with whatever weapon at hand, and at least decent in a somewhat wide array of physical skills. Life in the bad parts of the town has made him wary, and his job has only contributed, so those who expect a candid brute easy to manipulate quickly find themselves biting the dust moments after.
