The world is my canvas, and believe me, I'm gonna paint this city all over by the time I'm done with it.
Name: Lazlo 'Laz' Lopez
Alias: Avant-Garde
Age: 32
Powers//Paintbinder's Blood - Thought to be a nearly extinct and dead form of magic, Lazlo is the last paintbinder in the modern era, an esoteric and mysterious art that uses paintings as a catalyst for magical rituals. Paintbinding is not an art that is taught but one that is inherited down from generations to generations.//Trinket Materialization - Taking post-modernism to the next level, Lazlo is able to manifest and construct objects, referred by him as trinkets, from visual artistic mediums. His most preferred mediums are spray-painted graffiti. These murals can either be mundane or possess enhanced or supernatural properties. The nature of these properties is dependent on the colour, texture, style, details and materials the visual medium is composed of. His emotional state also is a factor that heavily affects the nature of the trinket. Trinkets can range from a scythe that causes short-lived degradation of materials upon contact, a shield that attracts metal objects in a fifty foot radius to a pen that allows one to write in perfect cursive.
However, there are several caveats involved.
Firstly, Lazlo is unable to fully control the supernatural effect that the trinket is imbued with, as there is always a degree of randomization in its manifestation. Therefore, Lazlo is unable to fully replicate or make copies of trinkets. Through experimentation, experience and intuition, he has managed to reduce this factor of unpredictability to a reasonable margin, although it always interferes at the worst possible moments.
The effort and physical energy required to create a trinket is dependent on how powerful its supernatural or mundane properties are. Trinkets with potent anomalous effects extract a toll on Lazlo's stamina and body, ranging from cramped muscles to total organ failure. Continuous use of trinket materialization will also leave Lugo extremely fatigued.
The duration of which trinkets can stay materialized in the world is dependent on how much focus and effort Lazlo dedicates to its manifestation. The longer the effort given towards the manifestation of the trinket, the more longer it will stay corporeal.
Trinkets manifested are unable to be larger than the dimensions of the artistic piece used. Attempting to summon large objects through a small medium will either result in catastrophic injury or possible death.
Lastly, Lazlo restricts himself from creating living beings, n̴̦͚̥͙̐o̵̡̠̲̪͂̎t̴̛͕̭́̇̎͝ ̴̨͈͌̇͒͒̽b̷̡̡̦͖̬̓̽̚e̸͙̍͆̃̓͝c̴̨͓̖̝͝a̶̬͖̿ǘ̷̞̼̠̹s̸̽́̆͜e̴͙̝̯̽̑͒̿ ̷̡̢͔̥̐o̶̬̲̪͛ḟ̶̛͈͉̜̹̾ ̸͖̭̼͕̄̄h̵̆̈́̆ͅi̷͈̍̌͊̔̕s̴̮͎̣̭̓̄ ̸̘͌̑̃̕g̵̼̉́͘͜e̸̗̍̀̃ń̵̹̀͘e̵̥̖͈͆͌̉r̸͇̀͒́̉̑ả̷͙͈̺̣̘͑̑̌͝l̵̰̔͑̉̓ ̴̗͓̖͖̊̃̎͜͝͝i̷̥̲͖͚͋n̵̦̜̺͕͌͜ă̴̲̓͌̂b̴̢͖͕͒̚ĭ̵̳̺̪͇̤̍̍̇͘l̷͚͔̖͋͑͛i̶̠͊̏t̸̨̯̓y̸̢̞̕,̶̢͗̑̀̊ ̷̤͔̽̿͘̚͝b̷̢̙̾̔̈͘͝ử̴̢̟̹̥̔͒͘t̴̡̛͚͍́ ̴̟̪͍͍̍͝d̷͓̭̊̈́̓̀͒͜͜ù̷̞̬͇̜e̶̩̣͎̔̾͗̇ ̸̧̹̯̭͒t̵̘̙̙̘͉̃̿͘o̷͙̥̽̂̽ ̴̧̩͗̑͆̄̋͜ț̵̨̲̫̫͊h̷̡̋e̴̢̫̩͗̃̀̈͠ ̸͕͓̣͎̯͌̃͝c̷͚̲̤̈͘ơ̷̼̳̦ͅn̶͓̼̺̘̂͋͂́̅ş̴̘̳̼́̂̈́͘ě̵͉̫q̷̩̘͑́ǔ̶̩͔͜e̶̱̞͔̹͐̉̕͘͠n̷̗͍̰̄̔͘ͅc̴̦͓̠̺͕̀e̴̡͔͓̒s̸͙͈͊̊̇̔͒ ̷͎͙̮̓̚ṫ̷̝̺̩̞̉͒͒ḩ̸̢̘̝̓̑ͅá̵̘̟̼̦̘̎̍̆ṱ̶̐̄̑ ̸̝͈̓͆ï̶̢̐̍̈́͜͠t̷̜́̀͐̉ ̴̡̱̖̣͚͆̊̃̅p̸̡̅o̴͉͖͚̠̭͂͐̔̔s̴̢̜͔̮͙̀̑͌́̀e̶̼̋ṣ̵̡̘͍͛̎̋̊̇.I̵̟̮̻͉̕t̸̖͈̠̘̦̉́̿̎̇̿͘͝͝ͅ ̷̪͐̾̂̑̀̓̃i̴͇̋́͜͠ş̴͉̣͕͖̘̼̹̞̓͛̈́ ̴͍̝̦̗̜̙͈͍̹́̈́͗ṕ̷̟̗͕͇́̃͘o̷̜͚̟̹̬̤̯̱̺̹̿̓s̶̡̧̠̰̯̩͈̗̽́́̃͝ͅs̷̨̧̥͓̯͙̠̦̫̓̌̌̕̚͝i̵̧̪͊̈́̊̐̀̍̒̅̀̑b̷̡̧̮̜͍̥͆l̴̫̲̟̖̻͈̂̆̋̀̓̓̂̆̈́͝͠e̶̛̝̣̒͛̈́ ̴̯̠̮̇͊̓̈́̊̌̚͠ͅţ̷́̽̀̆͂ő̸̡̢̡̙̺̰͈̼̞̰̈́̈́̂̇́͑̀͌̚͝ ̷̯̫̼͚͙̏̒͝c̷̢͔̩͈͕͋̈̇͂̏͝͠ͅŗ̸̟̯̼̣̗͖͉̕e̸̟̪̬̺̝͖̻̠̗̲̫̿̉͑͘a̵̦̳͕̻͇͙̎̽̋̍̍̓͘t̶̘̮̟̤͓͙́̉̿̈́̽͆̃̄͜͝͠e̸̘̗̗͎̲̠͗̐̆̃̀͗̂͗̀̑̕ ̴̧̯̮̆̑̄̈́̄͘ą̶̣̘͉̖̘̎̄͒́͌̎̍͒̾̅̕n̵̨̝̟̯̠̥̯̂͝ ̵̛̥͉̟͔͐͒͐̅̅͑̈́͛͝o̴̢̳̞̜̩̜͖̣̭͒͒͋̌͂̈́́͝͝͠r̶̢̢̪͚̅̋͜g̶̦̖̘̮̪͈͍͆́ā̸̮̣̜̪̀̇̑̆̒̀̈́̎̕ǹ̸̢̻͕̯͖̫̤̉̔̽̅̆̌̓͝͠ͅi̵̼̲̐̈́͝c̸̤̏̾̊ ̴̢̖̼̇̆̆͂̽͘̕b̶̧̘̳̫͓̮̙̮̘̂͑̂ê̵̛̥͕̦̱̰̌̊͒̽̐͘͜͝͝ï̶̗̮͈̰̒͑̔̒̀n̶̡̢̟͇̓̇g̵̥̭̻̮̯̒̑̅ ̵͔̼̳̻̳̱̤̠̳͓̦̈́̐̕f̴̧̖̤̕̚ô̷̡̺̦̪͔̻̯̪̣͔̠̈́̌̋͠ŗ̸̨̭̳̻͍̩̜̫͔͐́ ̵̡̺͓͚̎ͅȧ̴̝͍̯̹̟͂̾̑͌̊̽́͊̕ ̷̥̮̣̺̩̰͚͗̒͂͗́̈́̍́ͅs̶̡̹͚̳̹̙͎̘̣͖̘̅̉͑͆̎́̎̕h̴̺̯̀͗́͜ỏ̸̧̰̹̲̮͎͈̰̝̏̍͝r̷̜͓̹͉̰͎̺̄͋͌̽̎́̄̐͘͜͝͠ͅt̵̗̱̥̜̩̃͆̔̂̓̇̾͛́ͅ ̷̢̢̞̟͕̞̘̺́̓͊͋̌̍̽͝ͅp̸̩̲̬̲̮͓͇̜͛̿̌ę̸̗̱̪̹̼̱̗̜͚̪͊͛͊͋̊͊r̶̞͎̂̌̀̏̇̿͛̓̄̚ḯ̸̧͔̻̬̜̫̱̟̱̙͗́̉͝͠o̶̡͕̯̳̹̎͗d̶̡̛̘̙̤̤̳̰̤͉̓͑̓̅̇̆̓͠ ̴̧̞̘͈̅̌̀͝ö̸͍̠̜́͒ͅf̷̙͇͇̖͓̭͔̣̯̰̓̄̉͗̔̀͑͂͠ͅ ̸̨̫̺̱̠̺̔̋͒̈́͗̇̊̍̓̿́ẗ̵̢̡̺̖̟́̀̓̒͘͠i̶̢̛͔̤͖̫̋̏̇͂̅́̽͊m̵̛͖̹̺̦̬̖̅͂̿̆̊̍͐͌͠e̵̙͙̼̗̩̟̫̪͕̯̔̋́ ̷̠̻͖̀̈́̾͌͗͗̐̓͝ͅb̸̭̮̏̈̓̈́͗͜ͅú̶̧̮̙͉͙̹̗̳̘̟̏̊̐̽̚͜ẗ̸̤͉̅͜ ̶̟͇͙͖͕̩̪͊̃͋̍͂̋̾͗̔͘͝ͅd̵̬̣͇̙̣̯̪͋̈̇̈́̃̕̚û̵͖̺͇͍̎̍̄͂̏̄̉e̵̡̠͓̖̮͉̪̖͖͉͉̅̌̾̈ ̸̭̃̆̇͑͐͆͘͝t̴̼̳̋̂͐̆o̸̭͑̈́̂́ ̵̨̻̗̱̲̩͕̇̈́̄̒̍̈́̈́̌͌̚Ḓ̷̨͕̥̖͈̖̳͆̏͛̃a̷̩̳̺̘̎͠-̷̧̨̞̝̩̥̃V̴̧͔̭̤̕ḯ̵̼̻̗͌̃̋̐̊͝n̸̛̜̰͛͒c̵̢̫͖͚̣͙͈̳̝̚ǐ̶̙͐̎'̷̢̢̩̜̼̘̟̥̲̇͒͗s̶̛͚̦͇̜͋ ̶̧̻̦͉̈̑̒̈̀̈͂̈́͑̕͜͝L̷̢̜̮͚̠͉̟̓̿ȁ̶̢̡̛͕͍͍̪̹͔̜͒w̶̼̝̺̺̪͕̓̌ś̶̛̺̞͓͙͇͎̥̿̌̀̂̕̕͜͝͠ ̶̛͙̘̣̖͛̆̉̀́̃̒͒̂͝ō̵̢̳̝̗̒̽̈̀f̷̧̞̻̘̖̱͍͆̇́̍͝ ̶͔̣̑̾͒̓͒͆̀̎I̴̢̥̣͔̗̤̙̱̝̾̐͘m̴̛͕̒̿́͝ͅi̷͕̻̥͗̊̏͒͊̔ţ̶̖̼͇̥͖̹̈́̉̀͜a̸̧̧̛̫̥͒̑́̂̏͒̀͠t̷̡̧̺̬̃̎͐͜ï̸̡͎̟̯̜̥̰̺̠̓͑̔̂̒͌͠ǫ̷̡͕̝̮̲̮̪͖͚͛̂ͅņ̶͍͎̥̙͚̅ sanctioned in the 16th century, transferral of a 2-dimensional entity's mind to a 3-dimensional space ultimately leads to severe degradation on a conceptual level. 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Weaknesses//Wash Away Your Sins- Lazlo's trinkets are susceptible to degradation by liquid substances, oil being the least effective whilst alcohol or other products that contain water act as the ultimate Achilles heel to his creations. It would only take a cup of water to completely dismantle most of his creations.//Concentration and Focus- Disrupting Lazlo's concentration can temporarily disrupt his ability to summon and manifest trinkets until he mentally recovers. This can be done through disorientation of his senses, emotionally shocking him or through the use of pain.
AppearanceThe first thing that hits you about Lazlo is the grungy smell of sweat and paint. Then, it becomes the least of your worries. You notice the twitching. The flakes of dried paint and thinner mixed on his sandy blonde locks. The bloodshot, wild brown eyes that tell tales of caffeine-laced manias of artistic scribblings. This intrepid graffiti artist stands out in public because he's something that the public doesn't want to stand out. His body is also covered in a number of vivid and unusually placed tattoos, which are used as a last means resort of manifesting trinkets on the spot. Bearing a stick-thin and wiry frame that shows more bone than muscle, Lazlo's ematicated physique is born of bad dietary habits and a lack of physical conditioning. His skin was once olive, now muted into a pale peach that's sallow on the edges.
In terms of attire, Lazlo's taste in fashion consist of 'cheap' and cleanliness as a side note. He prefers sleeveless shirts, frayed denim jeans, china-brand sport shoes and a complement of wrist bracelets. Nevertheless, he's always seen with a pair of earphones in his ears to provide much needed musical ambiance whenever he's out doing his business
Under the guise of Avant-Garde, Lazlo typically dyes his hair in a kaleidoscopic mixture of aerosol colored hair sprays. TO conceal himself, his face is covered with an ancient gas mask connected to a modified dual pressurized tank carried on his back, the purpose of which has eluded both his friends and enemies. He wears a loose, baggy grey hoodie that resembles a cross between a hoodie and a smock with an stylized green circle-A which has been spray painted messily on the back. A duffle bag of various painting tools and materials precariously hangs around his shoulder.
Equipment:Due to the nature of his powers, Lazlo only tools is the seemingly endless arsenal of krylon-spray paint, chalk, oil paints and water-color paints within his duffle bag. His modified gas mask, which he refers to as 'Inspiration', is directly connected to a pressurized tank full of both oxygen and paint fumes. This mixture, when directly funneled into his mask, allows him to manifest and create trinkets that have a higher degree of supernatural effects with less difficulty. It also has the side effect of making him temporarily undergo hallucinations.
Aside from this, his iconic costume has been reinforced with strips of layered syn-weave over vital areas in order to reduce the chance of injury. It is also outfitted with a number of hidden zippers and pockets in order to allow for convenience of storage.
Origin (WIP):
You know who I am. You've heard of me. You know my mask, but you don't know the man who made the mask.
This is the story of how I painted Avant-GardeThe first part is the pledge. The magician shows you something ordinary: a deck of cards, a bird or a man. He shows you this object. Perhaps he asks you to inspect it to see if it is indeed real, unaltered, normal. But, of course, it probably isn’t.
Avant-Garde, formerly known as Lazlo Hernan Sanchez, was born in a family of five brothers and three sisters. His father, a Brazilian cyberware hustler who had fled from the 2005 riots in Sao Paulo, and mother, a slum nurse, were overworked and underpaid in a country that was fraught with violence and socio-economic instability. No, unlike the rest of the world, the corporations don’t rule the country yet. The cartels are the corporations in Mexico, no matter how legitimized they may be. They still possess the same history of violence and brutality that their forebears do, even in the modernity of the 21st century.
You aren’t here for a history lesson, of course. You’re here to learn about how Lazlo learned to draw.
With Tijuana becoming a center for outsourcing foreign high-tech manufacturing, the slums became veritable waste dumps. Everyday after school, Lazlo’s father tasked him with the responsibility of gathering useful scrap at the dumpsites, claiming it was for the good of the family. It was only by chance that Lazlo managed to discover a half-empty spray can one day after tumbling down into a valley of rubbish. Most would have thrown it away. Lazlo saw potential in it the moment he pressed down on the plunger and chose to make something of a dreary reality. So, he began to draw. He sketched on the corrugated tin walls of their small, claustrophobic shack. Roadside pavements were filled to the brim with dollar-store chalk drawings. Dingy alleyways were fresh canvases to him. Of course, his family had other things to say about his interests. His mother called it a phase. His father referred to his passion as a hobby. His siblings looked at him as if he was the black sheep of the family. To them, Lazlo had a completely alien mindset.
When a stranger off the streets took a selfie near one of his tags, Lazlo believed he’d finally found his audience. Lazlo began to hang out with the street famous graffiti artists and holo-taggers of Mexico instead of his older brothers and sisters. His skills caught the eye of local gangs who took advantage of his naivety by commissioning him to graffiti the turfs of other rival gangs. Lazlo couldn't care less about the rewards the gang leaders promised him. The payment was just a bonus. He would take anything to escape a dreary life of rifling through scrap heaps.
Well, that was before his family got gunned down in the middle of a gang war that'd struck out between a gang that had paid him to paint on someone's territory and the gang whose territory he spray painted the former's symbols on.
After the funeral proceedings, Lazlo proceeded to honour his family by creating a life-like mural of them, spending his lifetime savings on buying the highest quality paints and studying every photo and memory he had of them. After two days of work, he was tired but satisfied. His fingers skimmed the dried surface of his mother’s hand….
He didn’t expect his hand to sink in with an arm clenched around it. He pulled out all of them, one at a time. Perfect replicas. They all hugged together and for one moment, his family was whole and alive again. Breathing. Things seemed perfect. For about two minutes. Until their skins started sloughing off and -
Then, an injured and traumatized Lazlo found himself in a hospital having to explain why two blocks of southern Tijuana had been rendered uninhabitable to Hex himself.The second act is called The Turn. The magician takes the ordinary something and makes it do something extraordinary. Now you’re looking for the secret...but you won’t find it, because of course, you’re not really looking. You don’t want to know. You want to be fooled.
Hex was cautious at first, of course. The appearance of a Paintbinder was unheard of. Paintbinders were an order of magicians that had been virtually extinct for centuries.They had a mysterious dogma and their magicks were unparalleled and unique. Wrestling the truth out of Lazlo was a trial for the veteran sorcerer superhero as piecing together fractured ramblings into a coherent pattern was like navigating a labyrinth. Asking about what exactly happened were met with blank looks followed by the rare periods of panicked screams. Lazlo's newly emerged magical powers affected his biology too as his blood burnt up any anti-psychotics that were leaked into his system. It took two weeks before Lazlo could only offer seven words about what had exactly happened.
" The living can only be experienced once."
Taking it in stride, Hex took in Lazlo as his temporary ward after his release from the hospital, promising him that he would help him decipher the true nature of his abilities. All Hex had on him were rudimentary texts, ancient manuscripts and burnt grimoires from the Renaissance about the nature of his powers. At first, Hex sought to train Lazlo in the mystic arts as a means of protecting himself. Under Hex's tutelage, Lazlo resolved to use his abilities for good and donned the guise of the Artistomancer.
As the Artistomancer, Lazlo operated in the town of Cedar Fort and labelled himself as a self-professed champion for the lower-classes. As much a political activist as he was a vigilante, Lazlo allied himself with fringe revolutionary anti-corporate groups during his career and rejected all attempts at sponsorships or business deals to maintain his own code of honor. Due to his controversial status, all heroes were afraid to cooperate with him and treated him with a great deal of suspicion. During his tenure into superheroics, Lazlo gained notoriety for his stunts of defacing corporate property. The mainstream media charitably demonized him as an 'arsonist' whilst the police left him alone out of fear from receiving backlash from the public. After all, who would want to mess with a guy who could pull a shark head out of the ground?
Well, Artistomancer's time in the spotlight wouldn't last for long.
It was during the 2030s when a series of pictures had been leaked out to the public of Artistomancer allegedly murdering and hiding the bodies of police-men that had gone missing months ago. Lazlo denied it vehemently, claiming it was a false flag operation. The doctored evidence and footage was convincing enough with the witness testimonies being the salt in the wound. No lawyer would be willing to defend him. Lazlo's paranoia about being trapped in prison led to him publicly storming out of the court-room. Literally.
Of course, that wasn't what pushed Lazlo away from superheroics. It was Hex, the same man who'd brought him into superheroics.
Whilst on the run from the law, Lazlo planned to be a stowaway on a shipping vessel headed for South America before he was stopped mid-transit by Hex in Florida. Hex begged Lazlo to turn himself him and face his crimes whilst Lazlo was shocked that the man who'd inspired him had now turned on him. The argument became violent the moment Lazlo pulled a scimitar out of his chest. There are no recordings nor any anecdotes about what had exactly happened during the battle but at the end of their bout, the Artistomancer was blasted off a cliff into the sea and presumed dead by the authorities.
And that's the end of the Artistomancer's story.
Right?But you wouldn’t clap yet. Because making something disappear isn’t enough. You have to bring it back. That’s why every magic trick has a third act, the hardest part, the part we call The Prestige.
On 2035, unfounded rumors of a super-powered mercenary on the West Coast working for the underground anarchist movement, the Third Rail, spread like wildfire around the Net. Of course, the media dismissed it as mere hokey. That was until an entire group of Third Rail protestors arrived on the outside of Epoch Initiative's regional factory in Texas, ushering all the workers out and left it alone for Epoch Initiative to reclaim. It wasn't before their security teams discovered that the entire place had been turned into a death-trap filled with lethal trinkets. It's known as the Gallery by locals now.
Announcing himself as Avant-Garde, Lazlo, now a radical revolutionary, now led a weary life on the fringes, acting as a warrior for a cause that he didn't expect to win. Every day was spent planning the next attack, grouping with other movements and sinking further and further into depths of moral depravity that he didn't know possible. But, as long as the ends justified the means, their cause was just no matter what. However, there was a sense of ennui that Lazlo was experiencing at the end of it all. He was growing tired of the endless conflict, the lack of organisation in the Third Rail and the desolate purposelessness that he found growing like a cancer.
So, when he received the communique from Addison Reynolds, he left the Third Rail quietly, much to the protests of its leaders, and journeyed towards Cedar Fort in search of something new and old at the same time.
Personality: Lazlo is an outspoken, brash and highly passionate person, being prone to making impulsive, rash decisions. Thus, Lazlo can be rather easily compromised by his own inner emotions and often acts in a rash manner. Though he is patient to a fault in the creation of his artwork, he prefers being un-organised and adapting to situations on the spot in order to experience more new things.
Due to his years of working as an underground anarchist, Lazlo possesses a rebellious streak towards authority, using art as a means of challenging the will of the corporations. His art is an extension of his soul as if it were, preferring to talk through colors rather than being diplomatic. If the situation allows it, he prefers radical action as opposed to a compromise. Nevertheless, there is an cycle of corrosive self-doubt and denial that has built over the years since Lazlo left Hex's group on whether or not he has achieved anything of worth or has made any changes.
To his friends, Lazlo is quite conversational and particularly enjoys conversations about interpretations of art. He is skittish and often doodles when he's bored.
Misc Facts:
- Currently wanted by the U.S.C.C (United States Corporate Conglomerate) for one hundred counts of vandalism, thirty counts of mischief, twenty counts of arson, one count of wildlife smuggling and resisting arrest.
TYPES OF MATERIALS
- Primers: Addition of primers during manifestation increase the durability of the trinket and the stability of manifesting it to a certain extent.
- Oil Paint: The most traditional source of magic for Paintbinders.
- Chalk: A material associated with alchemy.
- Charcoal: An ancient material used in the days of the Neolithic era.
- Spray Paint: A urban paint.
- Ink - A eastern oriental paint. Trinkets created using ink, particularly in the style of brush paintings, are imbued with naturalistic properties.
- Holo-Paint - A new high-tech paint for a high-tech century. Trinkets created using holo-paint typically exhibit more anomalous properties associated with technology.
STYLES
- Abstract: The opposite of concrete. Trinkets that are formed from abstract art obtain properties associated with abstract concepts or quantities that are ethereal such as emotions.
- Avant Garde: Experimental form of art. Extremely hard to manifest trinkets from. Trinkets manifested from paintings that are considered avant-garde possess powerful properties that are game-changers. A paintbinder attempting Avant-Garde style trinkets is only expected to pull out one in the entire lifetime.
- Baroque: A highly stylised and dramatised form of art. Trinkets formed from Baroque style paintings have their base characteristics amplified in a overblown and completely hyperbolic manner that rarely provides any practical use.
- Cubism: Trinkets created from cubist art pieces possess multi-faceted anomalous properties which means the property changes from the perspective of every person who sees it.
- Pop Art: Considered to be the most mechanical form of art and thereby, limited in interpretation. Trinkets created from pop art possess properties related to the piece of popular culture that the painting references. Yes, you can create a lightsabre.
- Surrealism: A reactionary form of painting where rationalism goes to die. Trinkets created from surrealistic paintings possess properties that directly warp the surroundings of their environment or user in some manner.
COLORS
Red - The color of boldness.
Green - The color of growth.
Blue - The color of serenity.
Yellow - The color of haste.
Black - The color of end.
White - The color of purity.
Relationship with Hex: Even though Hex was sent to capture him, Lazlo still admires Hex and looks at him as a role model. Unfortunately, without Hex's influence, Lazlo returned to his life on the streets to join an underground revolutionary group in South America.
Done. Needs some minor touch ups but I'm satisfied the way it is right now.
Wow, that’s super, super, super creative - and I can see just how much you’ve researched this concept and how much effort you’ve put into it. I really like Lazlo as a character, he seems fun and weird and like he’s going to be great to interact with.
One of my favourite movies is The Prestige, so I got a really kick out of that and it seemed to really match Hex and some of the elements I hope to work into this RP. If you may please fix your broken hiders - I’m happy for this sheet to be posted.
His powers are very interesting and powerful, but you’ve added enough weakness/reasoning to balance them out.
Massive well done, Bork. This sheet is a piece of art!
