Yeah, 'kay, let's give it a shot again then.*coughcough, Mario voice* let's a go!
Name: Lazarus Malicechalice
Nickname: The Five Souls
Species: TBR
Age: Unknown
Hair Color: ??
Hair Style: ??
Eye Color: green, glowing from within his helmet.
Skin Color: pale
Height: 6'16
Body Build: Athletically muscular
Clothing: Red hardleather armor with chainmail shirt, plate boots and racers along with eastern style iron helmet with pair of elk horns on the sides and a faceguard, all of the bits and pieces of his armor have been runed and they are runed well. His armor looks like it has seen it's share of fights, and taken it's share of damage during them, yet only his hands are exposed, and that's not due any form of damage, but simply because they never had any cover.
His eight swords are strapped to his armor, three swords on the each side of his waist, and his named blades in a cross on his back.
Physical Quirks: He's younglooking fellow really, atleast from his face when it's unmasked, and his armors seems to be fixated to his body, yet moving and flexing perfectly along with his movement.
Weapons: Two straight swords(one named Zombie, runed), two katanas, two scimitars and two broadswords(one named Crusader, runed).
Background: Lazzarus is known as a bountyhunter, and the only known practitioner of the eight sword style around. He has been around for a long time, capturing and executing wanted criminals, usually in public whenever it is possible that is. No one seems to know where he is actually from, he just kind of appeared one day, and from that day onward he has been, and seemingly stays around.
Extra: He's not too talkative usually. Maybe that is because no one usually dares to approach him for one reason or another, maybe it is the fact that he usually approaches people he intends to slay and collect the bounty. There is also something very eerie about him that keeps most normal people as far away from his presence as possible.
The way his Eight Swords Style works circles around two swords at the time, usually two different kind swords, the style he fights with changes along with the different combinations of the used swords. His named swords that are rumoured to be indestructible, be it true or now, he rarely uses them in something petty as he calls the bandits and criminals he hunts down.
While seeming he's simply blood- and moneythirsty hunter, he can actually, and most of the time there is rather calm person with elderly wisdom and also a bit of poet withing him, but the latter is only when the time and place is very right.
Even though he could possibly make a good leader, he works alone because subordinates are pain in the ass, according to him. Why not call them partners then would someone ask, according to him, he has yet to find someone worthy of that title.
His staightsword Zombie has perfectly balanced, sharpened and measured blade, it's hilt seems to be made out of a bone of unknown being. The sword emits malicious and threatening aura, it feels..hungry perhaps, and is rumoured to slowly kill it's carrier. This rumour has yet to be confirmed, since anyone seen wield this blade has been slain or deceaced under perfectly logical circumstances.
The broadsword Crusader has one of the sharpest blades seen yet, the whole sword has been clearly designed to cleave through light and medium armor. The blade glows slightly red and seems to be dripping, but nothing ever reaches the ground. It's hilt is simply cold steel, no special decorations there. The Crusader is said to be the sword of a protector, but in the end, a sword is what it's owner makes of it.
His style consist four main weapon combinations, he is rarely seen using two swords of same type at the same time. His main combinations are:
Sky cleaver, combination of a scimitar and a katana. During this “stance” he feocuses on fast and heavy attacks in order to break the opponent's defenses and cut him down as fast as possible.
Steadfast Demon, a broadsword and a scimitar. This is a defensive posture, when like this Lazarus will not back up one step and will only block incoming attacks, and countering after a succesfull block.
Tigerhound, katana and a straightsword. Lazarus often relies to this combination while facing multiple opponents at once. He can either start spinning a small circle, delivering a heavy blow with his straightsword to stagger the opponent and finish them with a katana, or simply fighting to two directions at the same time, aiming to finish off one opponent at the time with his straightsword.
Midnight firefly, straightsword and a scimitar. This stance only focuses on disarming opponents, with either knocking or yanking their weapons away, or then cutting their hands off with upward strike from the scimitar, while the straightsword holds the opponet locked in place. In theory atleast.
It is said that if The Five Souls rhyme, someone dies. And if he pulls out his prized swords, everything ends, but since apparently people have witnessed that, the latter is exaggeration, and it simply means that MANY people die instead of one. Now no one has ever witness him rhyme and use his swords at the same time, who knows what might happen then.
There are people who claim to know where Lazarus The Five Souls is from, what he was and how this all happened. But if one takes their time to listen to every single person claiming that, they'll soon learn that each story differs heavily, and thus is rendered near useless. Lazarus himself will not comment on that, should someone dare to approach and ask. But he might reward such bravery with the finest ale around, if there is any around that is.
His nickname The Five Souls comes from the way he fights, each time he picks up a different pair of swords the way he moves, fights and acts changes drastically, as if a completely different person would've appeared into the field of battle out of blue, while the original one would disappear.
Lazarus is also an alcohol appreciator in his own personal way, more than drinking that much himself, he usually treats others around him. Unless he finds good ale. Either way, he seems to keep perfect control of himself no matter how much he drinks, which he apparently does just for the taste.