Lazarus Crowe

[Lazarus Crowe]

Basic
Name: Lazarus Crowe
Race: Human
Age: Older then dirt
Birthplace: Lost and forgotten
Alignment: Evil Lawful? Perhaps
Class: Warrior
Occupation: Blood Letter... Other peoples and usually involuntary on their part.
Weapon: Twin Lochaber Axes... And an old, very old sword that’s carved with what appears to be mystical runes... It has the mystical ability to cut flesh and that is all.
Armour: Full Iron body armour. Rusting and showing signs of advanced age. At one time it would have been black enamel finish, but hard fighting, the owners attitude of no longer caring for anything except the pain of an enemy has allowed deterioration.

Personal
Hair: A single plait hanging down his back to his hips... Iron grey in colour
Eyes: Intense grey eyes that have are difficult to look into, there is... something wrong in them... Very seriously wrong...
Skin: Battle scars stand out through across every inch of flesh. If ever seen naked it would be hard to find any area that is not scarred. It would appear that at one point in life he has been tortured, but he claims no memory of such happenstance.
Body: Heavy set... signs of a slight paunch developing but still strong, muscles still show when he moves. Occasionally a grimace gives away the aches and pains of hard living and getting older, but when the blood lust runs, there is no visible signs of this...
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 210...

Abilities: As a youth he was cursed with long life, this doesn’t mean he can’t die, just that he keeps surviving... If years were counted he should have died from old age a long time ago, but thus far he lives, still looking for the sword, rock, accident, stabbing or woman that will end him. He has vast stamina, and the ability in battle to go without sleep for days on end, until a lull in the battle where he can sleep even while under the bombardment of mangonels.

Immunities: Does not suffer from any infections.

Perversions: Due to his mind being twisted by some mage or torturer in the past he likes to eat at least a portion of those he kills. He likes pain, even his own. Taking a bite out of a still living enemy and chewing and swallowing while they watch is an intense pleasure.

Resistances: Highly resistant to poisons. Tends to ignore pain. When you ache to simply stand up a stab or cutting wound offers... Refreshment.

Equipment: Rusting armour, Twin axes, “Mystical” sword, several daggers, a pendant to some long forgotten god of war, heavy steel gauntlets.