Crassus Lazarin

[Crassus Lazarin]

„Crassus Lazarin“ Physical Description Name: Crassus Lazarin Race: Human Gender: Male Location: Ravok Allegiance: Lazarin Family (Blooded)| Rhysol (Follower) Age: 17 Birthday: 27th of Summer, 494 AV Character Concept Second son of Lazarin and his mistress Vael, blooded member of the Lazarin Family. Crassus was raised as a devout follower of Rhysol while having been given enough freedom to keep and nurture his independent soul so that he's not solely dependant but will eventually grow in someone who can lead aswell as be depended on. That is not to say he isn't fiercely loyal to Rhysol, it merely means that he doesn't depend on Rhysol at all times in order to function. He knows the meaning of Rhysol's religion and will do all he can to aide the cause, but he'll do it his way unless given a specific assignment. During childhood his family owned an Akalak slave, Ightalis, who eventually became his own personal slave. Crassus had learned of the Akalak and their inherent combat prowess, which resulted in Crassus desiring training from the The Azure Warrior. That desire lead to his wish to make Ightalis his first personally owned slave. Over time, Crassus developed a symbiosis with Ightalis, whose life had significantly improved after becoming Crassus' property. Later on they evbuilt a strange, distorted form of friendship. Many things happened along the way to adulthood, and they have formed him into the man he is today, whether or not other people find him evil or good, is of no importance to him. As long as he himself, his father and his God feel he's doing right by them...Then all the rest is of little to no importance. But what the future holds for Crassus, is shrouded and can not be guessed for none hold the answer yet. Character History The seed sprouts The Lazarin Family, its reputation alone is enough to make the most rebellious and defiant think twice before acting. A reputation that preceded Crassus since the day he was born, at first it was a blessing to him. Afterall, what child would dislike being respected by adults all over Ravok? Respect, wealth and power...The Lazarin Family has it all. And still no member of the family would dare to abuse its power or resources for personal gain, not without the direct permission of Lazarin anyway. Lazarin keeps a tight ship at his manor and the chain of command is absolute, with himself being at the top of the pyramide. Respect and obedience, is the foundation of the Lazarin Family. Like all other members of the family, Crassus learned to adhere by the rules layed out to him, by any and all 'senior' relatives, at a very early stage. The memories of what happened on that day still remain fresh in his mind. On the day that he saw firsthand what happened to the ones who dared to oppose or anger Lazarin. A group of people had committed treason against Rhysol, about 6 people, and there was even a non-blooded member of the Lazarin Family amongst them. Crassus remembers entering the large, damp and dark chamber with hesitation, even while holding his mother's hand and surrounded by every single member of the family. Blooded and Non-Blooded alike. The slaves weren't present, but apart from them, every resident of the Lazarin Manor were there. They all stood in a half-circle, near the wall with the heavily reinforced door, waiting for what most already knew was coming, Lazarin didn't turn around to greet his relatives, he was occupied with going over his 'tools' and making sure he had all the necessary items at his disposal. Once he finished doing so, he finally turned around and spread his arms as if welcoming them to a delightful picnic. Crassus remembers staring at his father while feeling scared and lost, Lazarin simply smiled soothingly before nodding to a man Crassus had never seen before, the man removed a large crimson drape, decorated by an Ebonstryfe symbol, revealing one of Crassus' most liked relatives, shackled to an X-shaped wooden table. Crassus still remembers the sensation that went through him at the time, it was all so new and so horrific back then, he remembers gripping his mother's hand tighter and breathlessly waiting for what was going to happen. Lazarin's tone ofvoice and manner of speech was as silky as his scarlet robe, yet as venomous as a viper. "This man, has betrayed us. I wish this wasn't true, but the proof shows that it is in fact true. Beyond any doubt. As such...He has to be punished. Are there any objections?" After he pauzed to see if there was anyone voicing their concern for the terrified and sobbing relative, chained to the table, there wasn't the most minute sound hearable. You couldn't even see, let alone make sound. Every single person in the room was petrified and although uncaring about what might happen to their relative, they all knew that one error, would suffice. One small sigh or movement that would cause Lazarin to focus his attention on them, would result in torment beyond human comprehension. No objections...His voice slithered through the wet air and into Crassus' ears, Crassus who was unable to do anything but stare and hold on to his mother for dear life. It was the first time he felt the essence of fear so strongly run through his body, soul and mind. Not even only that, but the fear was intertwined with desperation. He's unable to remember the faces of the others, he had been too scared to even think, let alone look at something else than Lazarin and the scene unfolding in front of Crassus. " I shall not keep you much longer, rest assured. All I request is that we all take part in punishing this...This man. I'll take care of most, but I noticed we are with exactly 20 people here, and I came up with an appropriate task. Vael and my four children shall be first, afterwards anyone may step forward in any order. Now...10 fingers and 10 toes...20 people...Need I say more? 'Need I say more' wasn't said in a louder or angrier tone of voice, yet it lashed out to Crassus and he nearly obeyed his urge for self-preservation and safety, he wanted to run. He felt his mother let go of his hand and stared as she steadily strode forth, grabbed a hatchet off the bench nearby and without blinking or losing composure, she had chopped off her relative's thumb. Screams filled the chamber but without losing momentum, Lazarin's children all stepped up one after another, chopping off more and more of the man's digits. Then it was Crassus' turn, as he stepped towards the bench, he felt his head wobble as if it rested loosely on his neck, he had to put effort into not falling throug his knees with each step that he took. The more he came closer to the bench, the more blurred his vision became. But then, he saw the bloodstained hatchet from up close and his vision returned, focusing on the slowly drying blood on the cold steel. He suddenly remembered his reason for being there, and with strangely renewed composure and vigor, the small boy grabbed the hatchet and walked up to the mutilated hand of the screeching man. As he raised the hatchet and looked at the one digit left, waiting to be slashed off brutally, he didn't felt fear or disgust anymore. He felt something, something strange and unknown at the time. He felt strangely lightheaded and amused as he stared at the targetted zone. Just before the hatchet came down and chopped off the digit, Crassus's eyes drifted over to the man's face, taking in the fear and pain which was dripping off the man's nearly crazed face. Pain, fear and desperation had gotten the best of the pathetic relative. It was delicious to behold. Stationary NPC „Ightalis“ (Akalak Slave belonging to the Lazarin Family, Crassus Lazarin in particular) Basic Information Name: Ightalis, bloodline name unknown. Race: Akalak Gender: Male Age: Currently 51 years old / Enslaved at age 46 Location: Ravok Occupation: Slave Allegiance: Lazarin Family of Ravok Background Having set out into the large and dangerous world of Mizahar at age 45, on his quest to search a mate, Ightalis eventually found himself lost in the Sylira Region. After roaming the wilderness for far too long without having much to eat nor drink, he finally encountered a caravan. Eager, much too eager, he rushed towards the humans in excitement, who instinctively reacted and 'counter-attacked' Ightalis. Eventhough he didn't have any ill intentions when he ran towards the caravan, he got overpowered by the startled group of traders and caravan guards, who clobbered and wounded the Akalak until he finally lost consciousness. Next thing he knows, he wakes up in a large cage, chained to the framework by his wrists and ankles. That was the beginning of the end, in the poor Akalak's misfortune, he had encountered a slaver's caravan. Who weren't about to let a sweet deal like capturing a lost and lonely Akalak, who attacked them even, pass by them. After having been brought to Ravok, Lazarin inspected the 'goods' and ordered them all to be sold, all but the Akalak. He would become one of Lazarin's own personal slaves. The poor Akalak just fell deeper and deeper down the abyss. Skills Skill XP Weapon: Lakan 15 Unarmed Combat 15 Leeching 5 Glyphing 5 Flux 10 Possessions 1 Set of Clothing: -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Cloak/coat -Simple Boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Wood) -Brush (Wood) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel Heirloom: Ightalis' Lakan 100 Gold Mizas Housing A room in the Lazarin Estate, equivalent of an Average Apartment from the NHC Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Skills XP Skill Total 15 (RB) Weapon: Lakan 15 15 (SP) Unarmed Combat 15 15 (SP) Interrogation 15 5 (SP) Torture 5 5 (SP) Flux 5 5 (SP) Leeching 5 5 (SP) Glyphing 5 Languages Fluent Language: Common Basic Language: N/A Poor Language: Tukant Lores Lore of Religion: Rhysol Lore of History of the Ebonstryfe Thread List