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Lazarus Heyward

Can a broken man be fixed again?

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a character in “Dreams Within Eden”, as played by Len-DragonConzy

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Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WrZjzD4xnWE

GENERAL INFORMATION
Role: Lazarus, The King of Eden
Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Laz, Laza
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Love Interest: Annabel Lee


APPEARANCE
Height: (1.84 m)
Weight: 220 LB/Pounds
Build: Toned
Eye Color: Pale green
Hair Color: Light brown / Dirty Blonde
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: N/A
Description:
Holds about 220 pounds and is fairly tall, 6' 0½" to be exact. His hair changes during the summer to a dirty blonde color and during the winter it goes to a light brown color. Fair colored skin and a toned body up body. He has no scars, piercing neither tattoos. He does though have an occasional beard, bristles , or five o'clock shadow. His eyes are mostly a pale green color, sometimes you would see a hint of gold in the inner eye. His hair is always to one side or in a sloppy mess done by his fingers.

His body tone gives him a nice 'V' like hips. His height up holds his weight and muscle tone. He has long fingers and a cocky grin. His eyes can be very seductive or very cold. He use to smile but hardly shows it now.


Preferred Clothing:
Baggy white dress shirts with brown/black leather vests. Pants that fit to the proper fitting. If he wears long sleeve he will roll them up to his elbows. Only when needed will he dress the style of a king.
MENTALITY
Oddities: Brushing his hair with his fingers. And sliding his finger down his jaw when he is ad or deep in thought.
Skills: Swordsmen. Gunmen. Leading.
Fears/Phobias: Monophobia-Fear of being alone
Likes: Being controlling. Getting his way
Dislikes: Failing. Annabel out of site.
Hobbies: N/A
Personality: One paragraph.
When Lazarus was young he use to be happy, cheerful and daring. He would go out of his way just to see Annabel, to be with her. No matter his situation, she'd make him feel better, at ease. Being children was easy, they'd go out taking adventures, getting lost and finding a way back. And when they get back, Lazarus never liked going home after words. There was always fighting with the king.

But Lazarus grew a little older and sneaking out to see Annabel gotten harder to do. It became sneaking instead of playing or just going out to go out. Lazarus started to change in heart for Annabel. It was no longer a love like a child, it was now love that he could no longer live without. He really couldn't do much without Annabel now and he knew this.

Now that Lazarus is out of the war, he became a drunk and cold hearted. Cruel to the core to Annabel and his people, and yet still will never let Annabel leave his side. His old self that was once good, now seems like it never existed. As if it was all made up stories to make the kids sleep at night.


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COMBAT
Preferred Weapon: A Sword on his Left side tied to him.
Abilities: Enigma and Sleeper ONLY N/A
Fighting Style: List how it is that they act in combat, what are their strengths? Are they physically strong? Agile? Clever? Do they fight at close range, or do they employ their powers more so than anything else? In line with their strengths, make sure that you list their weaknesses as well, no matter how strong someone might be in battle, they all still have weaknesses~
Lazarus fights in close range. Not scared to sacrifice himself or kill those in his way.
Weakness - Annabel & Behind attacks.
Relationship Status: (Married)
Family:
(Queen)Mother, Brother (Died), (Ex) King
Personal History/Background: Two paragraphs at least.
President Leonard Heyward, the second official dictator, made sure everyone was looked after; medical treatment, clean water, food, and clothing. Any and all necessary goods and provisions were taken care of and looked after under the rule of Leonard Heyward, but after he fell terribly ill his younger brother, Lazarus Heyward, took over leadership. Slowly Lazarus began to ignore those outside the City of Eden, for in his mind, only those who he felt deserved to live in paradise should live the good life. Some of those who lived in the underground housing soon fell into poverty, and took up whatever they could as weapons, to force their way in to Eden and take that which they deserved, others simply refused to work and shut down their machines, until it would be agreed they be given fair treatment.
Lazarus, who led the military since the government was established, ordered his men to force the people back to work, and if they did not comply: Kill them. Lazarus reformed this world, those he deemed fit, stayed in Eden, and those who were not were sent to work and forced out of Eden. Now with President Leonard Heyward ill and in a coma, and the peaceful life these people once knew crumbling down around them, dying just as the world is, people wondered if there was any hope left.
HISTORY
When Lazarus first met Annabel he was behind his bother, scared not sure what to say to her, but her bright light about her made him curious. Their very first adventure was on that night, when Annabel told Lazarus that they would always be together forever. Thus how they came across the old tree down the road. Lazarus watched as Annabel tried to climb the tree and failing. And before he knew it he was on his hands and knees, patting his shoulders so she could use him as a pedestal. Her smile he saw made his cheeks blush, he did well to hide it with his hair looking down as she climbed up. In the end they reached the top nearly dying twice getting there. Finally after they got done watching Eden, Lazarus tugged on Annabel telling her that he will race her him. Running faster than her he could hear her calling out how unfair it was, it made him laugh for the first time in a long time. It was then when he stopped to wait for her, that he wouldn't leave her side and protect her forever.
Some years later when Lazarus was 16 he would always watch over Annabel just as he promised. No matter what she did, he was there, to never leave her side, no matter what it was for. Sometimes he would hide to watch her other times he made it well known he was their. He never really understood why he did this, but deep down inside he knew it felt right. Without her, everything felt empty and cold. He didn't like how it felt. So it grew him closer to her. Soon after, Lazarus had told his family that he was going to get married to Annabel, that he was going to ask her to be his wife. But the king wouldn't have it, making Lazarus take forth in the Army; forcing him at that. The fight went on, So Lazarus, had no choice, but to give Annabel one last happy day with him, on her birthday, just before he leaves to the army.
On Annabel's 13th birthday, Lazarus climbed in through her window and woke her up softly. At first she swung at him, and he could tell she though he was a burglar. He dodge and pinned her down, laughing at how she was acting. They threw back little insults before he sat back and gave her a box. In the box was a necklace, a pendant that was large and round, with pearls outlining its outer edges, and inward is black and beaded gold rings done in a beautifully intricate design. In its center is a lily-white cameo of a girl with flowing hair framed in petunias. On the right outer edge of the necklace pendant is a porcelain pale pink rose. It hangs on two strands of small, round dark brown metallic beads, connected by a matching metallic ornament in the shape of a heart. Her mouth dropped and he smiled in triumph. Later that day, after dragging her around Eden to their favorite spot, he brought her to the tree from their first adventures. It was a bigger now, some of its bark missing. Anna placed her hand on it, carefully bringing her hand down. He never did this on her birthdays. Usually he would hit her in the head with a pillow and give her a handmade gift and they would sit by the river.
He watched her hand lifted from the tree and onto her new necklace. His hands grabbed her waist and turned her to face him, his eyes were soft as he tried to think of what to say. He told her that his step-father was sending him to the army. Annabel started to cry and she fell to her knees. He bent down and lifted her chin gently, while his expression change in heart. It took him a moment to think about whether or not he should just kiss her now and so he had bent down and kissed her tenderly on her lips. He could feel her freeze under his lips, this being their first kiss he wanted to make it right. He promised that he would return and never leave her side again.
He left the next day, leaving her to wonder Eden aimlessly for until he came back for special occasions and holidays. Each time he came back he was a little different. Forced to do what he had done in the Army had made him change, and without Annabel near, his heart only made it harder to stay the same. His last year in the army Lazarus came back home, Anna knew that he would be angry if she hadn't met him at the tree. She wore an ivory lace dress, with the necklace. Her hair was up in an up do, and make up done with natural colors. Lazarus made his way over to her with a smirk laid on his lips and lust filled his eyes. By now she had become almost submissive to him. She stood there, looking back at him scared. He grabbed her wrist a little too hard and yanked her to him but she pushed back. This was a wrong move to make; he pushed her against the tree and loudly accused her of not loving him anymore. So he felt in his heart that she didn't after how she pushed him away just now. She cried, yelling back that she had always loved him, that she wouldn't have been there if she hadn't. Lazarus looked at her furiously and slapped her, sending her to the ground. He grabbed her by that hair and forced her down, forcing himself on her; broke her, and ultimately claimed her his forever.
Lazarus finished his time in the army and came back for her. His brother had become the President and Lazarus became ruler over the army. He then made Annabel move out from her parent’s house and live with him. There she became his maid and adviser, helping him out whenever a decision was needed to be made. The first few months there she ran away, afraid of him. He had never laid a hand on her (Hitting her) since that night he forced himself on her.
He had to go out into the fields to help some men calm down the people in Gehenna, and stayed there for almost a month. But in that time Annabel had ran away. He so then found her and banged on the front door in furious, she ran to the door scared out of her mind. He took her back, and a few months later his brother became ill and fell into a coma. At that time Annabel became close to Lenore.
Lazarus then became substitute for his brother. He then after made Annabel's parents leave to live in Gehannah, just weeks after he was made King. At that point, Annabel became emotionless to him. Just as he was to her. Lazarus began to make her have body guards go with her off grounds and would pick the men she could interact with. The boy everyone use to know, was no more. He was lost in his cold dark heart.

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So begins...

Lazarus Heyward's Story

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#, as written by Lenyx
April 22nd, 2195

~Weightless… Soundless… Darkness… Emptiness…

Opening her eyes, Lenore saw and felt nothing but cool, calm and clear deep blue water. Her light golden blonde hair and white nightgown floated and danced around her. Then a feeling of being alone in the world occurred to Lenore, she began to panic. Lenore realizes she has been holding her breath this entire time; her chest hurt, she needed air! That was when Lenore heard the dull sound of thumping coming from what she thought was above her. However her nightgown made it difficult to kick her legs, the soaked cotton fabric restricted movement, and it took all of Lenore’s strength and will power to keep pulling herself through the water.

As Lenore gets closer she can see Corvo, his usual unkempt, shaggy brown hair and amber eyes staring down in to the vast waters like golden orbs, as if he is searching for something. Corvo seems to finally catch sight of what he is looking for, it is Lenore for whom he was searching for and he begins banging on a glass-like barrier harder. This unknown barrier is all that was keeping Lenore from the oxygen above, and Corvo seemed to be yelling something, but she could not hear him. Lenore reached her hand up through the water and pushed her hand flat against the barrier, she couldn’t hold on to her breath any longer, she was going to die.

Lenore lifted her face up and smiled as lovingly as she could at Corvo. Mouthing the words 'I’m sorry, my untold beloved… Goodbye, Corvo…' as unnoticed tears became one with the surrounding waters. Corvo was screaming now, banging on the glass-like barrier with both fists, as he watches Lenore parts her lips and lets the breath she had been holding go.

Lenore can feel her now weak and tired body sinking down through a seemingly never-ending ocean… She can feel her mind drifting away, falling in to the darkness that is forever… The last thing she expected to hear was a whooshing sound, like beating wings, filling her ears… And as Lenore’s eyes start to close, she sees a bright light, brighter than even the sun, and someone reaching for her hand…

“The more you have of it, the less you see…”
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Slowly Lenore is pulled from her dream and back in to reality. Goldie lay at the end of her bed whimpering, while the lady-in-waiting was standing by Lenore’s window, rooted in place, holding on to the curtain.

Slowly sitting up, Lenore rubbed the sleep from her eyes before speaking. “Is there something wrong Miss Angela?”

“Oh, uh, no Lady Heyward. It’s just… Uhm.” Angela paused to finish pulling the curtain open and tying it back to keep if from falling closed. “You spoke in your sleep.”

Lenore could not remember ever talking in her sleep before. “What was it that I said?” She asked as she folds her blankets down over her lap.

“Well, Lady Heyward, you said the more you have of it the less you see…” Angela shifted uncomfortably by the window.

“Oh…” Lenore shook her head, she had thought about that riddle as she lay drifting in the endless waters of her dream. “Do not dwell on it Miss Angela. I would like to get dressed now please.”

“Yes, Lady Heyward.” Angela said with a curtsy. “Do you need assistance with your corset?”

“Yes please. Thank you Miss Angela.”

Without another word spoken, Lenore got dressed, with the help of Angela. Lenore looked at her reflection in her full length mirror. Today she wore a high-neck white blouse with a long sleeved red plaid jacket and matching black skirt with bows. But the girl that stared back at Lenore was not her, she looked like a doll, an emotionless and broken doll...

Tearing her eyes from the mirror, Lenore called Goldie to her side, and picking up her white parasol from beside the door, the young lady and her canine companion left their too quiet home.

Lenore loved her large home, she liked its ornate boldness with just a hint of a romantic look to it, she even adored the multiple shades of gray and lavender color scheme. The house reminded her of a dollhouse Lenore once had as a child, with its asymmetrical design and multiple, steeply pitched roofs, including an octagonal tower with a conical roof. The other embellishments of the house consisted of three corbel chimneys, numerous bay and decorative windows and the exterior doors were inset with beautifully painted glass panels. Wrapping around the entire three story house was a wide railed porch, giving it that family home feeling.

But now the house only consisted of Lenore, Goldie, her song birds; Night and Gale, Angela and the occasional Corvo. Lenore’s uncle, Lazarus Heyward, had taken the staff and moved them in to his home, since Leonard was no longer alive. If it were not for Goldie and Corvo, Lenore would fall apart, as surely they were the only people keeping her tied to this chaotic reality.

Lenore’s first destination this early morning, was to visit her parents graves, the funeral for her father had been just yesterday. She had not eaten breakfast yet, and if Kyle were still in Eden he would have stayed at the house to make sure that she did eat. But he wasn’t, it seemed to Lenore that everyone who loved her ends up leaving her behind.

“At this rate I will be alone…” Lenore whispered to herself as she started down a gravel path that would take her through town, towards the barrier line of Eden and the Wastelands.

There weren’t many others who were up this early, yesterday had been a dark day. To Lenore, her world had ended yesterday morning.

Walking up the path along a small hill leading to the graveyard, Lenore decided to plan out her day. First she would visit her parents, then she would pick up some breakfast type foods from the market and go visit Corvo. From there maybe they could go visit the people of Gehenna, or maybe even just walk around near the woods by his workshop. Lenore never knew what to expect around Corvo, she guessed it all depended on what work was needing to be done.

Lenore’s parents were buried near the entrance of the graveyard, beautiful cross gravestones that marked her parents graves. A young man was placing floral crowns like the ones she used to make with him as a child, on the crosses. He was different from the others in Eden, he was what everyone else called 'special'.

“Hello Jack.” She said softly, gently taking his hand as she came to stand beside him. “They are beautiful.”

Jack smiled down at Lenore before patting Goldie who had sat on the grass beside him. “Y-Yes. I -I think m-mister and m-mis'ess Heyward w-would like them.”

“They would love them honey.”

They stood there together for a few moments in silence, until Jack's caretaker came to take him back home. Lenore hugged Jack goodbye and promised to come visit soon. He gave Goldie a gentle pat on the head, he went on his way. Leaving Lenore to cry alone with her canine. Pulling her handkerchief from her purse Lenore dried her eyes and composed herself. Withdrawing in to her mind, Lenore collected her thoughts and feelings, before locking them away again.

“On to the market square Goldie.” She said scratching behind the golden furred canine’s ear.

The market square was not more than a fifteen minute walk from the graveyard. The market square consisted of a variety of traders, from fruit stalls to jewelers. Some of the traders had actual shops with not only a workshop but living quarters as well, and others had simple stalls set up. However, some shops would also set up a stall outside, so they could show off their wares. The market square occupied quite a bit of land with its wide buildings and stalls, when one thought about it.

While walking through the market square Lenore picked up a few apples, a loaf of bread, some cheese, as well as milk for her and Corvo and water for Goldie. Lenore kept to small and simple conversations with the shop keepers as she paid for her items. Lenore no longer wished to converse with people. Not now, not anymore. In six months she would turn eighteen and will be in charge of governing the City of Eden, instead Lenore withdrew from the outside world.

She did not want to govern Eden, how could she? After all that her Uncle Lazarus has done to destroy the peace and trust that Eden and Gehenna once shared, how could she possibly repair that? No, Lenore did not want to deal with that, she was content to hide in her own little world. A world where there was nothing that could hurt her, a place where she would not have to see others pain. All she needed was Goldie and Corvo.

Leaving market square, Lenore headed southeast through the woods near Corvo’s workshop. It took Lenore less than an hour to make her way to the building that looked like it was nestled against a large grassy hill, which always reminded her more of a mountain than a hill. Lenore always thought the long worn bricked building actually extended under the hill, almost as if the hill was hiding the building from the world. But if it did, the door to that part of the building was well hidden. With its dark windows that were gray with dirt, and the ivy that was clinging to the chipped and cracked outer walls. All around the building was unkempt undergrowth, as if the workshop had grown up from the very earth!

Lenore shrugged at Goldie who was looking up at her. “It’s nothing Goldie. I was just thinking that maybe I like coming here so much because the workshop is the same as me.”

Pushing open the metal door, Lenore pulled her parasol closed and leaned it against the wall, as Goldie trotted in to the workshop. Corvo and Lenore had spent days cleaning and repairing the inside of the workshop, washing and scraping the walls free of mold. Sweeping and mopping the worn wooden floorboards. They even had a few shop owners donate worn but functional furniture to replace the rotting ones. Lenore did her best to give the workshop a sense of life by adding potted and hanging plants. As well as replacing dull, limp and moth-eaten curtains with light colored drapes.

Now there were shelves full of books of varying sizes and thickness, tables with various tools scattered about them, as well as pieces of machinery lying here and there. While most people would think the place looks quite disorganized, Corvo always knew where everything was, there was a method to his madness, even if others did not see it, Lenore did.

“Corvo? Are you here?” She called out as she pulled off her black gloves and laid them on a small table by the door. “I checked your room at home and found you had not returned last night again.”

Seconds passed, then minutes. Finally Lenore added, “I brought something for us to eat.”

Still it was quiet, sighing, Lenore put the basket containing a makeshift breakfast down beside her gloves and started her usual inspection of the workshop. First she went to the bookshelf and ran a finger along the spines of the books, before turning to the table in front of her and looking down at scattered papers scrawled with Corvo’s notes. He was working every night lately, and Lenore was curious about it, but Corvo would never tell her what his latest project was. She never pushed him to tell her, but Lenore was quite determined that she would figure it out herself.

Goldie had made herself comfortably content on a over stuffed pillow Lenore had made to serve as a bed for the canine. While Lenore walked through the workshop looking for clues as to what this project of Corvo's was. It was near the back wall of the spacious, yet overly cluttered, workshop Lenore heard a buzzing sound. Holding a breath, she concentrated on locating the sound as she walked along the back wall. Lenore was so focused on the sound, that she never noticed the small trinket on the floor.

Her foot caught on it and it started to make a loud wailing sound, startling Lenore. She took a few steps back before tripping over her own feet and let out an earsplitting cry as she fell backwards. Twisting herself so she did not land on her back, Lenore instead landed on her side with her legs now tangled within the confines of her dress.

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Character Portrait: Annabel Lee Whikeheart Character Portrait: Lazarus Heyward Character Portrait: Lenore Heyward
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Silence. That is what filled the mansion as Annabel stood in the foyer. She had finished her choirs early, thanks to Lazarus and his needs, and thought about what to do next. This was a rare occasion for her and she wanted to spend it wisely. Even though the day was still young and the Sun was high in the blue sky; it was a sad day in Eden. Yesterday they laid Lenore’s father to rest.Maybe I can try and talk to her sometime today? Oh… Annabel looked out the window to see Lenore leaving. Well maybe I can go into town today and look for a new dress.

She played with her long and wavy brown hair, which was up in a high ponytail, and thought about it. Lazarus wouldn’t be home until late, she had hoped, and that meant she could do what she pleased. Her maid’s skirt twirled with her as she turned and headed for the bedroom. First thing is first, I must get out of this horrible suit! Lazarus, to her, had a sick way of making her dress up in the slutty little outfit. Every time he was home and she was in it, he would slide his hand under her skirt and roughly grab her rear. And every time he would she would jump, giving him a little more satisfaction. Annabel hated showing him any kind of emotion towards him. Did she love him? Yes, with all her heart. But ever since he was forced to join the army he hadn’t been the same.

Annabel made her way through the halls and into her room; well it was actually both of their room, but he rarely ever spent the night with her. She closed her eyes and traced her hand over her dresses until she landed on one. Peeking with one eye she grabbed her sleeveless light green cotton Lolita dress and laid it on her bed. She looked it over and gently fixed the bow before going back to her closet and pulling an ivory collar button down shirt with shoulder sleeves and laying it next to the dress.

OH! let me dream of happy days gone by,
Forgetting sorrows that have come between,
As sunlight gilds some distant summit high,
And leaves the valleys dark that intervene.
The phantoms of remorse that haunt
The soul, are laid beneath that spell;
As, in the music of a chaunt
Is lost the tolling of a bell.
Oh! let me dream of happy days gone by, etc.


She sung part of the old tune that seemed to haunt her mind for some time now. She slipped out of her maid’s out fit and sighed as the air slid across her half naked body. Annabel took her time putting on the button up ivory shirt and stood at the window watching the people walk by. No one seemed to see her. She continue to sing:

In youth, we plucked full many a flower that died,
Dropped on the pathway, as we danced along;
And now, we cherish each poor leaflet dried
In pages which to that dear past belong.
With sad crushed hearts they yet retain
Some semblance of their glories fled;
Like us, whose lineaments remain,
When all the fires of life are dead.
Oh! let me dream, etc..


Annabel let the dress slide down her body and ending just above her knees; it was form fitting, showing her curves and enhancing her bust. She smoothed out the material before gently placing her feet into brown flats. “Fresh air would do me some good.” She said and headed out the door. Who knows when Lazarus and her body guards would come back.

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Character Portrait: Rhys Blackmore Character Portrait: Lazarus Heyward Character Portrait: Lenore Heyward Character Portrait: Corvo Montresor Character Portrait: YN-A1I5A
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Lenore let out a low moan, her elbow throbbed, as did her hip and ankle on her left side.

“Lenore!”

Looking up she gave a weak smile as Corvo hurried over to her lifted her up from the ground and found a cluttered-free chair for her to sit on.

“What are you doing here?” He asked setting her down carefully.

Lenore faintly blushed at his question and let her pale golden hair fall around her face to hide it. She was thankful she had decided to keep her hair down instead of pulled up atop her head as per usual. “Oh, well you see... You did not come back last night and I did not think you had supper, nor breakfast. So I brought some bread and cheese, a few apples as well.”

Slowly she peeked up at Corvo with her bright blue eyes, wondering if she would see either joy, of having someone who cared for his well-being, or only the worry and concern of any possible injuries. Lenore prayed he wouldn't be angry at her intrusion so early because she wanted to make sure he was alright.

“And milk. Corvo, why is part of your darling face covered in ink?” She asked politely while gently taking Corvo's chin with her long, slender fingers and turning his face to the side. She shook her head slightly and sighed.

At that moment Goldie got up from her bed-pillow, feeling forgotten no doubt, and sat beside Corvo, nudging her cold, wet nose against his hand.

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Alisa walked through the tunnels that belonged to Gehenna, the city underneath the great City of Eden. She passed by Gehenna's citizens without a single one of them even glancing her way. No one really spoke to her unless they needed a machine to be repaired. But sometimes...

Just sometimes the children in Gehenna would ask if she would play with them, and she would say yes. Alisa knew it made the children happy when she said yes and played with them. Most of the parents, of whom some of the children belonged to, were no longer a part of this world. Either cast out in to the wastelands by a man Lazarus Heyward, or their parents were dead. In any case, the adults once were here for these children, are gone.

But today, Alisa would not be allowed to play. This morning when Alisa and 'woken up', she had found her pet bunny had died. Alisa felt 'sad'. The bunny was a gift from Mister Corvo's friend Lenore. Alisa does not know how Mister Corvo explained Alisa to his friend, but it did not matter. All that mattered was the bunny Alisa had named Fluffy, was gone like the parents of the children Alisa played with sometimes.

So Alisa made her way through Gehenna's tunnels cradling the bunny, who no longer lived in her arms, to Mister Blackmore's workshop and home. Alisa walked up to the door and realized she could not knock on Mister Blackmore's door without risking dropping her beloved Fluffy. She went through her memory bank and found a correct course of action for the given situation.

“Mister Blackmore?” Alisa called loudly. “It is Alisa and I am in need of assistance please. Fluffy is...”

She paused, she did not want to come right out and say Fluffy had died and was dead. Those words were cold and uncaring from what Alisa's understanding of human language has found. Instead she found a better way to tell Fluffy's immobile state.

“Fluffy has passed on Mister Blackmore. I was wondering if you had a box I could have. Please.”