Name: Lapizus Gegani
Sex: Male
Age: 740
Race: Golem
Affinity: Terra

Personality: Lapizus possesses patience without bounds, no longer needing to worry about the fragility of flesh he takes his unending life slowly, walking and even talking just as carefully and deliberately as an artisan might ply his craft. Needless to say Lapizus is often polarizing to those he meets, although generally sociable he does far more listening than talking and is comfortable with long periods of silence. Those who wish to probe him about his intellectual pursuits will find themselves frustrated by his unwillingness to change his mind.

Fighting Style:Lapizus prefers to fight by using his magic to enhance the toughness his already formidable body and simply pummeling his opponent to death without regard for tactics or strategy. As a traveler Lapizus can simply fight until his opponents are exhausted, or no longer able to dodge his massive, slow moving blows.

Bio: In his first life Lapizus was a simple laborer. Even in life had he been asked under what flag he labored or for who he worked the answer would have come only after a long pause. Lapizus lived under a dynasty which is now long dead, absorbed by a kingdom which was in turn subsumed into the Arcadian Commune in a war centuries ago. Even by bearing the name "Gegani" Lapizus stands as a monument of living stone to an age nearly forgotten.

Lapizus's living life was fairly typical. He farmed his land as his father had before him, and as his father had done in turn. Lapizus got married and had a normal family with many children. Lapizus still remembers the day he died, surrounded by the warmth of the unyielding love of family. Little did he know it would be the last warmth he could ever feel.

Salvation gifted Lapizus with his unfeeling yet strong stone body. Even after his first life Lapizus was still fated to continue his labors. Along with his new hands Lapizus adopted a new craft. Before he had raised life from the earth and now he carved life from stone. Many of his old labors can still be found throughout Monolith, adorning the walls with their tales of lives lived long ago.

Upon transcendence Lapizus's first thoughts were of his children and his bloodline. Despite his search nothing ever came up and he resigned himself to wandering the world, for the first time in his existence he had the freedom to do as he pleased yet no one to share such freedom with. Eventually Lapizus found his new calling, to simply observe the world and find the beauty in it.

Appearance:
(without swords)

Lapizus was a large man and a similarly large traveler. His 8' tall broad body made of blue pearl granite is distinctly the body of a golem. Lacking curves and other life-like features none could fail to instantly define him as a true blue golem.

((What I meant was that it's pretty long))

Anthony (That’s his old name) was born to a reasonably non-descript peasant family in Chalcedony, somewhere in a small mining town. As a child, he didn’t speak as much as other kids, but he had a penchant for learning. He quickly learned everything he could and had the potential to be pretty much anything. However, tragedy struck when he was 10 years old. A group of bandits burned his village to the ground, and he was the only survivor. An assassin showed up to kill the bandits and took him in. Prior to the incident, he hadn’t known what he wanted to do in life. Now he did. He wanted to become an assassin.

The incident had given him bad burns so he was bandaged from head to toe. The bandit leader had escaped, and Anthony wanted to find him and kill him. To do so, he was taught all of the assassination techniques of the order of assassins. After that, he was given the task to kill a target (like an initiation kind of thing). It was the old bandit leader who burned his village down. One might expect that he’d rage and jeopardise everything but he did it carefully, making sure there were no mistakes. He’d thought about different routes and found that a style he liked; magic. He had experimented with certain magical elements and found his affinity and spells he liked. The assassination order had a pretty good magic support base, but only he was able to learn it at such a young age. Using those made it the assassination really easy. He ended up with an epic combo of Ash bod chain kills, which was really cool. From then on, he had a new name – Ash.

He climbed higher in their ranks and was a prominent member of their organisation. He even learned techniques from the organisation’s leader, who became like a father figure to him. He basically became the successor, really. Until he noticed one thing. They were, for some reason, hiding something. As it turns out, the assassination order was ordered to do a hit on his city by some big nobility dude who wanted his home town’s resources. It was at this point that Ash began to question everything that he’d been doing. He wasn’t sure whether it was right or wrong, or whether it was alright or not. He wasn’t even really sure what right or wrong was anymore. With a conflicted mind, he went back to the thing he’d been taught. Killing.

He killed the nobility guy (for revenge) without being told to. He got reprimanded for it, but he brought the whole morals thing with the assassination organisation leader guy. The leader guy told him to meet back at HQ after a few hours, so he left. When he came back, he noticed that everyone was gone. He ended up in the boss guy’s office and boss guy had something to tell him.

It turns out that boss guy had been wrestling with the whole morals thing for a while now and he’d told the entire organisation (save Ash) about it. He then told them to make their own decisions and that’s what they did. The majority went to take care of personal vengeance before disappearing off the face of the earth. Some of them went away to go be something less murderous. A few stayed and a few tried attacking boss guy, all of which he dealt with in short order. Then he declared that he was disbanding the assassin organisation and decided to give Ash his legacy.

It encompassed 3 things: A knife, boss magic and a piece of advice. The knife was the boss’s favourite knife. It wasn’t special, but it could transmit spells better than average. It looked cool as well as being sharp and durable. A trusted blade. One that could not, and would not, fail him.

His second legacy was magic. They’d linked their minds a while ago. Boss guy was also quite a gifted mage, and he helped Ash learn the Tenebris associated spells. Boss guy gave him his best spell, the clones. Boss guy encouraged him to make his own variation as it was a malleable spell, able to be changed into different affinities.

His last legacy was a piece of advice. Trust at least one person. The assassin doctrine was to trust no one but themselves and their skills. However, it was a lonely road. Boss guy had been betrayed a lot in the past, yet he’d always wanted one person to confide to.
“Humans are not lonesome creatures.” Boss guy said. “If you do find that one person whom you can entrust everything to, do it.”
That was the last thing he said before taking his own life.

After that tragic moment, a group of dudes who wanted to stay behind busted in and were like ‘hey, you killed boss dude!’ and Ash was like *Ash clone* *triple bitch slap* *run away*. The organisation quietly collapsed and everyone went their separate ways.

Since he didn’t know what to do, he became a blade for hire, doing what he does best. Occasionally, he’ll run into some of his old colleagues. One of them became a prominent bard, in fact. Also occasionally (though not occasionally enough), he meets some dudes from the new organisation made by the guys who wanted to stay behind. They are still very small and very underground, being idiots who basically worshipped boss guy as the bossiest boss who ever bossed.

And so Ash became a whispered legend. The bandaged assassin who hardly talked and disappeared into the wind.