Ears ringing in the aftermath of the scuffle, Lazarus let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding. He watched as the beast flew off like a strange and flabby bumblebee, he had no idea how those wings were capable of supporting it. Straightening up he neatened out his armour, brushing off...
A quick scooting dodge out of the way of the Khezu's tail and another round of shells was wracked into Lazarus' gunlance. Before he launched another one at its head, he took a brief moment to check out the street. There was no one but the very final stragglers of shoppers fleeing the market. No...
Wincing a little as the second shell shot connects and does nothing, Lazarus pretty much gave up on the idea of tripping the khezu over. The veiny, flabby skin over its bones just seemed to absorb the pressure without any actual damage, and it sorta creeped him out. More than the thing already...
The sudden clamouring outside the hostel practically spooked Lazarus out of his skin, extinguishing the lingering joy of the food he'd eaten from his mind, and the sudden uproar within the hostel in response to it certainly didn't help the situation. His first instinct was to grab the egg and...
Ambrosia of some kind of god for sure, Lazarus was disappointed the steak had to end, but end it did, as he mowed down the remaining vestiges of fat and meat he could scrape from the plate. He washed the rest down with a generous swig of water from his flask, reclining back in the wooden chair...
Hearing someone call over pointedly, Lazarus looked up from his food over to a one armed hunter smiling gently at him. They seemed nice enough, and with a smile back took them up on the offer, shuffling his pack over under the table and taking a seat on the bench, plunking the plate down...
Smoothing out a faint wrinkle in his Kadachi leather armour, Lazarus was still a little disrguntled after waking up in the hostel a few hours prior. It wasn't the best sleep he'd ever had, but it was certainly much better than sleeping knee deep in mud and slurry out in the wilds. He missed the...
Name: Lazarus Garcia
Age: 23
Gender/Pronouns: Transmasc (he/him)
Appearance:
Quite lean in build, similar to that of a swimmer. Angular, almost cat-like face, red/amber heterochromia, and a thick scar down the amber eye. Black spiky hair with two long braids down the front, little bit of a...