Lazarus Jeager
Lazarus is a travelling Occult Specialist, roaming the lands in search of those who have need of his skills, often times paid to be of service but sometimes doing the job for free. A Necromancer and Curse Practitioner, he is familiar with many forms of old and ancient magic both benign and malicious, using this knowledge and his longer than average lifespan to try and help those who would otherwise go mad or perish from the things that plague their lives.
Appearance
Lazarus is a tall and slender man adorned in robes of black lined in gold or silver, long black hair falling down his back loosely most of the time. Pale skin and a set of amber eyes make up the notable qualities of his appearance, outside of the most notable characteristic about him, being the seemingly endless magical writing about his body, some ancient curse gifted to him by his ancestors.
Skills and Abilities
+Necromancy is among the first things he learned about and as such he is proficient in the magics and rituals.
+Curse Manipulation, Bestowal, and Removal falls under his list of abilities thanks to his mothers teachings, as well as the curse passed down to him from birth
+Occult Expertise from a lifetime of studying all things occult from ancient deities to the unknown and otherworldly, he is familiar with that which is unexplainable and those who are merely visitors of this realm.
+Regenerative Ability granted to him by the curse he was born with, allowing him to heal from wounds faster than the average human
+Attuned to the spiritual side of the world, able to see and sense spirits and darker creatures that are no longer among the living
+Longevity, a slowed aging granted from the curse his mother bestowed upon him, both a blessing and a curse it would seem.
-Physically weaker than the average human, along with less stamina, a drawback of the curse that allows him to live longer
-Lack of combat experience outside of protecting himself has led him to be pretty useless in most fights, mostly using magics to keep himself safe or to hinder others so he can escape
-Socially inept due to his upbringing and lack of social standing thanks to his appearance and profession.
-insomniac as a result of his inability to shut off the ability to sense or see spirits and the like, they often keep him up at night once they know he can see them.
-Weakness to holy or purification magics as they directly effect the curses infused into his body, either being especially effected or rendered incapacitated entirely as a result.
+Curse Manipulation, Bestowal, and Removal falls under his list of abilities thanks to his mothers teachings, as well as the curse passed down to him from birth
+Occult Expertise from a lifetime of studying all things occult from ancient deities to the unknown and otherworldly, he is familiar with that which is unexplainable and those who are merely visitors of this realm.
+Regenerative Ability granted to him by the curse he was born with, allowing him to heal from wounds faster than the average human
+Attuned to the spiritual side of the world, able to see and sense spirits and darker creatures that are no longer among the living
+Longevity, a slowed aging granted from the curse his mother bestowed upon him, both a blessing and a curse it would seem.
-Physically weaker than the average human, along with less stamina, a drawback of the curse that allows him to live longer
-Lack of combat experience outside of protecting himself has led him to be pretty useless in most fights, mostly using magics to keep himself safe or to hinder others so he can escape
-Socially inept due to his upbringing and lack of social standing thanks to his appearance and profession.
-insomniac as a result of his inability to shut off the ability to sense or see spirits and the like, they often keep him up at night once they know he can see them.
-Weakness to holy or purification magics as they directly effect the curses infused into his body, either being especially effected or rendered incapacitated entirely as a result.
Personality
Lazarus is a patient individual, often the last person to speak at the table if even at all, opting to let others air their grievances or days troubles before speaking of his own. His occupation has lead him to be suspicious of most people, knowing that there is always a piece of information hidden or story untold to benefit one's own motivations, as such he is respectful but not trusting of others. As such he has a habit of persistence when it comes to information gathering, as well as a tendency to make himself seem smaller or less important than he is until needed. He lacks confidence in anything other than his abilities, and as such is often found by himself or shying away from the spotlight in most instances.
Biography & Lore
Born in the dark and desolate lands of the Underrealm, Lazarus would spend his childhood days gathering various materials for his mother, as well as studying that which she was a practitioner of, his mother being a witch of the wilds she had many an ancient secret to pass on to him. This was only but one of the secrets he'd come to understand, like the secret of his very being, and the curse passed down the line from ancient ancestors through the bloodline to him.
They were called Curseborn, mostly because it was passed down even through birth, but also because it was considered a curse to be born into this lineage. A long time ago a coven of witches communed with something ancient and powerful, trying to attain more power, immortality, various things they wished for but ultimately never attained. Instead they were cursed for their ambitions, curses so strong they spanned generations. the true nature of the curses were impossible to decipher, but it was known that they would pass on to any and all children born from the bloodline of the original coven, and that the curse would alter the very being of the individual it was bonded with. His ancestor had seemingly made some grand wish for the inability to die, and as a result the curse bestowed upon their bloodline made it so they would heal from most wounds, though there were the obvious fatal wounds not even this curse could prevent. the downside to said curse was that the people of their cursed bloodline were often born weak, frail and unable to build significant strength or stamina. He knew of others who had different abilities from their curses, transformations into monsters, blood magics, but he never truly met another of the covens descendants, only even hearing about them from the whispers of the Underrealm.
When he was about fifteen years of age Lazarus fell ill, sickness being the only thing his cursed body couldn't fight against, and it was taking him quickly. His mother, a witch of the wilds and would be potion maker, tried everything she could think of to keep him from deaths door, but things had taken a turn for the worse when he started coughing up blood. In a last ditch effort to keep her son from death, his mother used what knowledge she had of the curses that plagued their people, and the various magics she had learned about in her life, to keep him from crossing over to the other side. In her desperation she had managed to create a secondary curse that would meld with the original curse on his body, one that would ultimately allow him to eventually overcome the illness and survive, but at the cost of her own life force as fuel for the curse. this would be the curse that slowed his aging, he wasn't sure on the specifics, but it allowed him to outlast the illness and recover from it in the end.
Taking what his mother taught him about Necromancy and the Occult, Lazarus would set out about the world to try and do some good for the world around him. his mothers death meant the end of any connection the the Underrealm, and as such he set out to learn what the world above had to offer. His venture into the occult were to study up on the things his mother worshiped and even bargained with on occasion. Not long after his mother perished, Lazarus would make for the surface above, travelling the realm as an Occult Specialist, bouncing from place to place to work. Most of the time he'd be run out of town the moment his work was done, his appearance and profession making it near impossible to be accepted in this world. Never the less he now travels the continent in search of the odd jobs no one else will take, often due to the supernatural aspects of it all. Some times he gets paid, other times its a favor for a favor. He spent his time communing with spirits and trying to find some way to get rid of the one curse without destroying them both, rendering him unable to get rid of or hide from the other entities he always saw roaming around. Some had hollowed out features, while others seemed to take a bullet to the skull. Now he travels nomadically across the countryside, watching the world unfold around him as he moved took his mothers teachings to the world with him.
They were called Curseborn, mostly because it was passed down even through birth, but also because it was considered a curse to be born into this lineage. A long time ago a coven of witches communed with something ancient and powerful, trying to attain more power, immortality, various things they wished for but ultimately never attained. Instead they were cursed for their ambitions, curses so strong they spanned generations. the true nature of the curses were impossible to decipher, but it was known that they would pass on to any and all children born from the bloodline of the original coven, and that the curse would alter the very being of the individual it was bonded with. His ancestor had seemingly made some grand wish for the inability to die, and as a result the curse bestowed upon their bloodline made it so they would heal from most wounds, though there were the obvious fatal wounds not even this curse could prevent. the downside to said curse was that the people of their cursed bloodline were often born weak, frail and unable to build significant strength or stamina. He knew of others who had different abilities from their curses, transformations into monsters, blood magics, but he never truly met another of the covens descendants, only even hearing about them from the whispers of the Underrealm.
When he was about fifteen years of age Lazarus fell ill, sickness being the only thing his cursed body couldn't fight against, and it was taking him quickly. His mother, a witch of the wilds and would be potion maker, tried everything she could think of to keep him from deaths door, but things had taken a turn for the worse when he started coughing up blood. In a last ditch effort to keep her son from death, his mother used what knowledge she had of the curses that plagued their people, and the various magics she had learned about in her life, to keep him from crossing over to the other side. In her desperation she had managed to create a secondary curse that would meld with the original curse on his body, one that would ultimately allow him to eventually overcome the illness and survive, but at the cost of her own life force as fuel for the curse. this would be the curse that slowed his aging, he wasn't sure on the specifics, but it allowed him to outlast the illness and recover from it in the end.
Taking what his mother taught him about Necromancy and the Occult, Lazarus would set out about the world to try and do some good for the world around him. his mothers death meant the end of any connection the the Underrealm, and as such he set out to learn what the world above had to offer. His venture into the occult were to study up on the things his mother worshiped and even bargained with on occasion. Not long after his mother perished, Lazarus would make for the surface above, travelling the realm as an Occult Specialist, bouncing from place to place to work. Most of the time he'd be run out of town the moment his work was done, his appearance and profession making it near impossible to be accepted in this world. Never the less he now travels the continent in search of the odd jobs no one else will take, often due to the supernatural aspects of it all. Some times he gets paid, other times its a favor for a favor. He spent his time communing with spirits and trying to find some way to get rid of the one curse without destroying them both, rendering him unable to get rid of or hide from the other entities he always saw roaming around. Some had hollowed out features, while others seemed to take a bullet to the skull. Now he travels nomadically across the countryside, watching the world unfold around him as he moved took his mothers teachings to the world with him.
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