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Lazarus Bloodwheel

They say that the very sky cried blood upon his entry to the world. Then again,He was born moment's before the great war.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by duramon

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A faction of vampyric creatures who reign over the Cursed Wood. "Expect from thy blood no more than thy blood expects from thee."
Archaic line of Vampyric blood, named in the language of their favored region, founders of the Vankoryth Detente, and Domain Holders of the Cursed Wood
Some would call us crazy. Others look upon us with an admiration akin to Gods. For we are the Dragon Hunters.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel

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GENERAL INFO
Full name: - Lazarus Bloodwheel
Alias/Nicknames: - Reaver, Steel Reaper
Gender: - Male
Species/Race: – Theranen,Vampire
Nationality: – Theranen
Birth Date: - First Day of the Blood Harvest
Age: - 26
Zodiac Sign: - Scorpio
Descendent(of): - Behemoth Theronguard
Current Residence: - Castle Vankoryth,Haverous Bog
Job/Profession: - Unemployed
Title: - Reaver of the Blood Harvest
Allegiance/Alignment: - Theranen, The Detente.

APPEARANCE
Height: - 8'1ft
Weight: - 97kg
Build: - Heavily Muscled
Eye Color: - Amber/Red
Hair Color: - White/Black
Handedness: - Ambi-Dexterous
Skin Shade/Color: - Blood-Red/White
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: - Several large scar's across his torso and forearms
Description: – A tall and imposing figure,his eye's glow a deep red.He stand's to be a lightly armoured opponent,however the armour is of mysterious make as it seems to be simply grey bandages and a black tattered material,and judging by it's faint blood red aura it is not simply cloth The armour is decorated by well-spaced flesh-piercing teeth around the edges and his Right leg is covered in black and intricate tribal tattoo's. He wear's nothing upon his feet and his long-black hair seem's to be eternally interesting to him. All this is a recent change from his Blood-Red skin and his eternally armoured body. Apparently he likes his old hunting armour better then last set of armour his clan gave him. The only flaw it seems to have is the rather large whole in it,being that from his left shoulder to his left-hand's finger tips there is no bandages or armour. Leaving it upto his aura and Rishamel to keep it intact.


MENTALITY
Sexuality/Preference: - Straight
Relationship/Marital status: - Single
Family/relatives: - All Deceased
Sanity: [u][i] - Insane
[u][i]Friends:
- None
Mental Skills: Fear inducement. His presence inspires fear into those with average or below willpower for apparently no reason.
Likes: - Blood,Alcohol,Women
Dislikes: - Angel's,Demon's,Elemental Magic
Hobbies: - Reading,Writing,Fighting
Personality: – Not much is to be said here, He is a mute being and so beyond being prone to blood-lust fueled slaughter he is a rather quiet being with few friends due to his silent nature. He can however write out what he want's to say and attempts to do so,however he is ussually ignored.

EQUIPMENT
Weapons: – Lazarus has fondly named his weapon, Rishamel which in his language translates into Speed Demon. It is an incredibly fast and maneuvarable weapon that greatly increases in strength the more he and his opponents are injured. At it's peak of power the weapon releases three shockwaves of red energy that obliterate most thing's that they make contact with. The weapon itself is abnormally sharp and durable and leaves behind a trail of blood-red magic that act's as a secondary harder to detect set of blades. The Weapon can be split into two duel-wielded blades which can then be further stretched and combined to make a claymore,forked in the middle and razor-sharp on both sides.
Combat Attire: – Unchanged
Accessories: – His large right leg becomes more powerfull in accordance with how much blood is spilled,therefore eventually leading his kick's to be body-tearingly powerfull and as of late due to his vampiric strength,Even capable of felling small buildings.
Miscellaneous: – None

FIGHTING STYLE(S)
General/Preferred Style: – He either fight's using an Ethereal Aura generated around his limb's or his weapon Rishamel in an intricate and relentless flurry of attack's that seem to happen at random
Hand-to-Hand: – Ethereal Capoera
Weapons Style: – Rishamel's Blood Harvest
Special Abilities: – Various Blood related "Buffs" and a seemingly endless tolerance for pain. Giving him power and durability in combat. Vampiric Strength,Speed,Perception and the ability to almost teleport due to what can be reffered to in general terms as a flash-step.

STYLES OF MAGIC
Chant Magic: - Unknown
Rune Magic: - Unknown
Elemental Magic: - Unknown
Psychic Magic: – Unknown
Conjuring Magic: – Unknown
Enchantment Magic: – Unknown
Space/Time Magic: – Unknown
Arcane Magic: - Unknown

HISTORY
Relationship Status: – None
Family: – None
Known Languages: – Theranen,English.
Proficiency(Affinity): – Highly proficient in many weapons and Combat styles,Prefers Rishamel over all else.
Personal History/Background: - Unknown
Clans (Family Clan or Otherwise): - Clan of Theranen, Sub-clan of Bloodwheel, Sub-Branch of Blood Harvest.

Other: : Unknown

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Lazarus Bloodwheel's Story

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Lazarus Bloodwheel stormed over to the being and simply plucked him off the ground by the back of his neck. The hunted cannot hide from the hunter. Otherwise the hunter would be a hunter no longer.

Staring down the odd being,his glowing eye's shimmered and wavered back and forth from his arm to the actual being itself,The voice had come from the arm and he had tried to hide. Pathetic prey indeed,but prey none the less. He raised a finger and then wrote something down onto a small electronic pad,a beep sounding before he turned around and showed it to the boy. Some odd language fizzing into english upon it.

"What are you?" It simply read,before fizzing yet again and turning blank.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel simply throw's the demonic being to the side a little,not very fair as they had not begun to fight quite yet. Turning to see a beam of light and then a shadow of a being walking. Yet another being thinking they're the only one's who can walk in other planes of existence. Foolish,utterly,Foolish.

Lazarus's muscles rippled visibly as he brought back his right arm,flinging his rather odd weapon through a gap in the crowd,Spinning wildly and leaving a trail of blood behind it as it buried itself in the floor directly next to the Death Walker.

The advantage of being born and raised for the hunt,and the thrill of battle. Is being able to see your opponent's at ALL times,If one cannot see then you are useless from the hunt and exiled from the Clan.

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A fizzing noise could be heard from the weapon in the ground as Lazarus strolled toward's it,A very obvious electronic pad showing a strange language that fizzed yet again to become english. Leaving Lazarus to simply tear it from the ground and face the weapon and pad to the odd woman.

"I am Lazarus,Why were you hiding from me? Are you afraid?" It read,before fizzing out and turning blank.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel turned and searched for a gap in the crowd,hoping the boy hadn't fled just yet. Of course,he had. Leaving Lazarus to do the only reasonable thing and run up the wall behind Isabella, Upon reaching the top he would turn and throw his large weapon after seeming to fiddle the blade's position to the handles.

The Writer however thought that this was far too short and Lazarus's faint aura of blood-red magic exploded outward's in a large ring of energy. Cutting into the nearby roof and wall,The energy seemed to be stemming from a small shift in his armour that left a gap between his shoulder and arm,Thankfully after the one burst of harmfull magic it would shift back into place.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel cracked his neck and rubbed at his shoulder,re-sealing the armour with a small fizzing noise before dissapearing from the roof-top. A strong gust of wind blowing leaves past James as a fist would suddenly appear infront of the fleeing boy,A heavy metal arm attached to it and the faint glimmer of a blade in the corner of his eye attached to a similar arm.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel brought his blade back to his side along with his other arm and then knelt to the boy,reaching out with his empty hand in a peacefull gesture,and his blade facing horizontally as the electronic pad fizzed again.

"I didn't intend to hurt you,It is I who does not know his strength during a hunt. I apologize little one,I am Lazarus. Most demon-kin would have blocked that attack with ease,it was a test of your skill,Albeit I went too far" It read,having translated into english. It seemed he intended to keep the pad on his weapon for now.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel nodded in understanding and began shovelling the rubble away and into a rather make-shift wall. He was more gentle then he seemed,especially after the last two encounter's of the deadly kind.

The pad fizzed again as he finished turning to the boy,He wrote as fast as he ran it seemed. "Would your demon like an energy to devour to create it's own variation? Also,Are you alright?,Do you need a hospital or medication?" It read,fizzing back into darkness as his the glow of his eyes dissapeared for a moment and returned. Had he only just blinked now?

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Lazarus Bloodwheel simply raised his right hand,using his left to peel back the tiniest bit of the armour surrounding his fist. Causing his weapon to clatter to the ground as a stream of pure energy burst forth toward's the demonic arm. Destroying his make-shift wall like it was nothing but sand blowing in the wind as it passed over the arm in the first few moments. This was rare energy,an odd and ancient magic unique to the Theranen.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel nodded and gestured down the street,tapping the left wall. Possibly gesturing to just follow it till you get there. It was hard to tell without his pad having everything written down.

He himself however turned to pick-up said fan and his weapon. Simply attaching it to his right arm so that he wouldn't have to carry it by some kind of hook.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel dissapeared from his spot moment's afterwards,a soft breeze carrying after James and taking a group of leaves along with it. The usual sign that he was following and one that he would not allow unless he wanted it to be there. He wanted to make sure James was okay,he had accidentally injured him so he was Lazaraus's responsibility.

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A silent and rather tall figure entered the bar. Kicking down the door and shifting his overly large and rather odd weapon that seemed to be attached to his right arm. He was heavily armoured and a faint blood-red aura surrounded him,along with his glowing orange eyes and the trail of magic that followed his weapon. He inspired fear amongst all but the insane.

Striding into the bar,Lazarus scanned the patron's and walked toward's the new-comer who had burst in just before him,taking a seat beside them as a fizzing noise was heard. He himself turned to her and raised his weapon,a small electronic pad attached and translating some odd language into english. "Good evening,Problem's?" It simply read before fizzing back into a blank screen.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel simply shook his head and then held out a hand to the woman,He was mute and not interested in relation's with a stranger,she however didn't know this and so this was his attempt to show her. The pad took to long when people weren't paying attention so he would have to attempt to use her and his own hand to mime it out...how humiliating.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel gave up on attempting hand gestures and simply shook the hand that had been held out to him,reaching for the pad and typing for a little before turning it back to her.

"My name is Lazarus,I am a hunter of sorts,a Mercenary by Exile and simply looking for a conversation..I have no interest in you my lady. I am Mute,therefore I must talk using this" It read,He apparently liked to hold false pretences of being gentlemanly in atleast one manner.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel shook his head and lifted the pad into a more comfortable position in his hand as he hailed a bar tender down. Pointing at the woman's drink as if to order one for himself. Hoping he had taken the hint as he began to type in the pad.

"No,No Hunt. I am short on work currently,nobody need's anyone killed or any information gathered. I cannot even get simple courier mission's and it shames me" It read as his heavy right foot stomped into the floor,cracking the wood easily and leaving him to attempt to curse. Instead making no noise at all and simply banging his fist on the bar.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel shook his head,the hell was that anger coming out for? It was a simple lack of work...Oh well,hopefully he hadn't scared her off. He had turned to the other man she had been talking to,a captain? So he had rank,but had he the power to keep it was alway's the question.

Lazarus got comfortable and placed a hand over his helmet,his glowing eye's flickering back and forth between the two as he made a decision. Typing into the pad yet again and showing it to the woman and man.

"Would either of you have work?,or perhap's want company? I was the leader of my species warrior's for a time and I was born for combat and hunting. Beyond that,I'm just a normal twenty something year old Theranen." It read.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel raised their head slightly,tilting it to an angle as if to ask,Well what now?. Before turning and paying for his drink with a throw of some kind of disc toward's the tender.

The setting changes from gambits-bar to Wing City Hospital

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Lazarus Bloodwheel was kind of,hanging from the side of the hospital. Checking various window's and such where there were window's to look through. Apparently attempting to find someone but eventually giving up,leaving him to drop to the floor heavily and sit down in a cross-legged position. He would simply wait,the boy would turn up. He had only broken a single arm.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel began to doze off a little,it was time to head home. A strong wind blew past carrying a mass of leaves and then he was gone. No evidence of his being there as he headed for a new part of the forest's on this rather odd world.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel thumped into the wood's,landing on one of the many tree branches in a near-crouching position. A slight wind blowing behind him that was held back by the thicket of tree's and bushes compared to the usual gust that followed his arrival.

He scanned the area and when he had deemed it safe,Lazarus flipped down from the tree and brung out his odd and rather large weapon. Spinning it carefully in his hand's as he walked further in. These wood's seemed dangerous so he needed to be prepared to keep wild animal's at bay,that and other things if Terra had any reputation of freaks to speak of.Which it did. A faint blood-red aura trailed his blade and floated about his armour. His wary glowing orange eye's darting rapidly about the woods as he walked.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel paused for but a moment,turning around and scanning behind him. Someone else was near it seemed...Or something. Either way,he had to be carefull. Thing's in decrepit old wood's don't ussually fall under the normal category of animals or humans.

Spinning his blade faster his step's became slightly more cautious and slowed his orange eye's trailing and darting about the place and his armour awkwardly shifting around his body. Clanking along with the rattle of the chain's surrounding his heavy right foot,damn it,the noise would attract whatever it was and then he'd never be able to sleep in this place.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel instinctively launched himself in the opposite direction to the stranger,launching his weapon toward's them as he fell toward's the ground,aiming for the ground beside them incase they were friendly and not simply faking it.

His electronic pad was attached to it,and if allowed to be seen would simply read "Stranger,You have been following me. Why? Do I interest you creature?" It would read after fizzing into english. He had apparently typed it up in-case they had been revealed as atleast semi-human. He was no knight,the chain's attached to his right leg and the mis-match of his arm's colours aswell as the symbol's upon it would show this very obviously. What was her game? Or did she truly mistake him for a knight?

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Lazarus Bloodwheel simply folded his arm's across his chest,the metal clanging together as he stared her down. By the distortion of the glow in his right eye one could tell he was raising an eye-brow if they paid attention to minor detail's. He was mute and was awaiting her to realize this,what with the pad being beside her and obviously read.

His right foot tapped heavily and impatiently upon the floor,he didn't expect her to return it or anything so shamefull. Infact,he was actually attempting to gauge what exactly she was. She walked in the realm of the living,and the dead. Yet she bore no resemblences to the dark's ilk.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel lifted his right leg and stomped it down heavily. A heavy-set chain ripping through the earth that seemed to have been attached to the buried portion of the weapon. Pulling it toward's him as the chain arched and landing neatly in his hand. He tapped rapidly into it and then cautiously approached the woman.

"I am Lazarus,Harvester of Blood. Leader of the Theranen's Warrior Cast and Exiled to become a Mere Mercenary. Whom,are you creature?" It read simply,after fizzing and warping from a strange mess of symbol's to english.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel shook his head to her question,the glow of his eye's only becoming brighter as she looked deeply into them. He tapped rapidly into the pad again as he drew himself nearer to the being.

"I am no Immortal,I do not Drink Blood and I am not of your kind. Vampyre. I am but a simple Reaver of Blood. What is your bussiness with me or my kind?" It read,again fizzing into english. He was far more cautious now,his blade instinctively and unconciously looping around and around in his left hand after the message had stayed for a mere fifteen seconds. The blood-red trail behind it was far more obvious and began to take the shape of a red blade line.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel shook his head and rubbed at the helmet that surrounded his skull. Some kind of odd and rather large sense of pressure was upon him,perhap's it was lust,or maybe some kind of supernatural talent she was attempting to force upon him. Either-way it was being held atleast slightly at bay by his own supernatural ability to project fear into those around him.

The pad fizzed to life once more as the blade halted,the blade line dissapearing.
"We do nothing with it,We simply. Kill. Those born on the day of the blood harvest are Blood Harvester's for life. I was placed into the cast of Bloodwheel and nicknamed the Steel Reaper. We kill those who have grown too powerfull,or those who have grown too large as a civilization. We bring balance" It read,saying for awhile considering the larger size of the message,still rubbing annoyingly at his helmet.