Civilian, Lazarus Ysal

[Vice Ysal]

Name: Lazarus Ysal
Nickname: Vice
Age: 19
Date of Birth: November 27
Birthplace: Mosaic City
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Face Claim: Red from Pokemon

Appearance: X

Red. The deepest and fullest that one could imagine would be the apt description for the shade his eyes hold, eyes that could withhold secrets as easily as they could convey answers. Rich obsidian locks fall down his face, often hiding his eyes from view as the length reaches past his ears. Vice’s skin is a pale white, not quite vampiric but enough to be noticeable. Of course, said skin is littered with cuts more often than not, with a focus along his fingers, forearms and shins. 

These rough and calloused hands are usually protected by a set of tight black gloves. On top of his lean, borderline wiry frame, L dons a thin long sleeved black shirt that seems to be half a size too small for him. Over the shirt comes a black jacket with red lines tracing along the limbs from the shoulders towards the wrists. The aforementioned jacket also has red lines that trace down the limbs from the collarbone all the way to the wrist cuffs.

A pair of black slim pants would be L’s choice of attire for more than just going about everyday life. The pants is lined with numerous pockets for all of the knick knacks he could have picked up or carries around with him. The pants lead to a pair of black sneakers whose soles are schemed white. Vice stands at a height of 6’0” and weighs 160 lbs. Bears a black Raven tattoo on his right bicep, which is usually kept bandaged to hide such a mark.

Height: 6’1”

Class: User
Arcana: Emperor

Occupation: Employed

Weapons and Proficiencies: Arnis [Slash] Colt .45 Magnum [Pierce]

Personality:

Lazarus is the type of guy who’d prefer slaving over work to make sure things get done the way he wants it done as compared to settling for anything less. So to say the least, the young man is a hard worker to the core, to the point that some even calls it his vice. Aside from that little fact, Vice doesn’t really do much. He’s a laid back guy who’ll just work with anything thrown at him. He’s not the type to complain about things (except training because who doesn’t?) and he’s pretty simple about his everyday wants. 

Just like every guy though, Vice does get into fights from time to time (or often in his case). Whether they’re legal ones or not, it doesn’t really matter to him so long as he can sock that dastard across the chin with a really satisfying cross. He’s not a standoffish dude, nor a snob, but he doesn’t really pay all that much attention to people all that much, unless they were asking for a fight of course, but aside from that, they might as well not exist to him. Despite his seeming apathy though, the young man cares to an extent but it usually revolves around to how useful some people can be and if they were worth the time he’d invest in them.

Likes:

Fighting
Economics
Music
Cooking

Dislikes:

Complacency
Sunlight
That annoying speck of dirt that wouldn’t get itself removed from the counter
Tight Spaces


History:

Lazarus was a cute kid in his entirety. Soft black hair, a pair of the widest and most-curiosest eyes one could imagine, and those soft squishy cheeks that only the most vilest of aunts and uncles could ever dare smack. He loved playing around the slides, the stories that his grandfather would tell him about heroics, and whenever his dad would take him out to the playground near his home in Mosaic City. The child was born with no complications that was accompanied with a well to do family that there were really no problems to be had in either the operation proper, or the raising of the child. So yes, Lazarus Ysal grew up with a loving family who taught him strict principles, and his table manners, and what it meant to be a good boy. Fortunately, there was no convenient fire nation by the block to cause havoc into his growing years but as per usual of children growing into their teen years, everyone gets their limelight in the corner of shame. Luckily, Lazarus had a good enough set of grades to offset his less than model citizen demeanor.

Really, grades were everything for the family.

A few soda cans there, plastic bags here, and maybe a couple of roaches to seal the deal. Lazarus was living the fun life, so long as he kept his grades up. This, however, had led him to being a bit more spoiled than others. Childhood ignorance had been the name of his game, a game that ended up with him getting bruised all over after pissing off one of his high school friends back when he was 11. A kid’s over confidence gets to people like that. The pre-teen, still sore about it, tried his best to not enact revenge on that had been his former friend…to which he had been successful in. It had probably been at the start of his last year in high school when things began to get awry. Lazarus was confident that the people around him had just been feeling tired about school work, so it wasn't a problem for him to take more of the requirements. This was the last year of high school however, the year where things tended to snow ball faster than you could say Antarctica. Whether it was due to his own negligence, or just his denial of reality, more and more things just began to spiral out of control for the normally cool and collected teenager.

Getting into a university was a no brainer. He was just academically gifted, he supposed, as compared to most of his peers. He just understood things in a different way, more so than most, which often ended up with him getting the answer. Though some might call him a genius, he knew he was not. There at least had to be some kind of reward after slaving over academics during fourth year, else it would have been too unfair for the charcoal haired youth. All in all, University came and passed by without too many problems, having earned his degree in Applied Economics, the young man then decided to go ahead and work in a nearby small time restaurant while before applying for a corporate job. 

The heavy lifting gave him the exercise to help his body get used to stress, specially when he’s begun actively training in Arnis during his less occupied schedule. So far, life’s been pretty good for the graduate and though he lives alone in the condominum that his parents are paying for, he’s yet to face any kind of actual threat to his life. 

Barring training of course, but then again everyone complains about that.

OOC Name: Vice

Name: Corrupted Knight
Appearance: The Knight

Persona Lore: A Knight whose King had betrayed him, sent through hell itself to scour for a forbidden treasure. He had been successful, albeit that in itself was his own failure. Banished from the Kingdom itself, from the lands he had sworn to protect. Broken upon by his own beliefs and with a shattered sword was he reborn into hate. Stalked through the hands of fate, his armour screaming as a million arrows struck him down, his body never once forgiving. Death upon the throne of his murdered Lord, the Corrupted Knight rises once more.

Skills: Mudo, Cleave, Evil Touch

Strengths and Weaknesses: Strong Against Mudo and Slash Type Skills, Weak Against Garu and Pierce Type Skills

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