Lazarus Mako

[Lazarus]

Player Name: Lazarus
Name: Lazarus Mako
Age: 61
Race: Human
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 184
Physical Description: Old by age and not by appearance, Mako is strong and healthy in spirit, mind, and body. Having no wrinkles except for the long line across his forehead, looking as if he was always in thought. The brown that was once his hair’s color is long gone; now spotting a milky white color from the pony-tail; that starts on his head and ends at the center of his back; on his head to the long neat long white beard on his face. His body is; for a better word; buff. His body complexion is due to his spiritualism, that he works out, meditates a lot, and eats healthy foods.

Possessions: Always spotted wearing a black broad-rimmed hat either on his head or hanging from his neck on his back. The clothes he wears is always a kimono; white shirt under a black robe of a red and blue dragon flying in a circle giving the appearance of a yin and yang. A long cloth with the appearance of a stretched hammock is wrapped around him on the outside of the shirt but under robe; making the house of his life long companion ferret; Iroh. Below his waist is a pair of black samurai pants and a belt which has a water pouch connected to it; and he never wears shoes but always sandals.

Usually has a walking stick but when not using it, it is attached to his backpack.

Backpack: Tea Kettle and Jasmine Tea leaves, cloths, water, food.

Powers or Strengths:
-Fire resistant throat, mouth, lips, and hands.

-(The Dragon’s Burst) A burst of fire that seams like it’s being screamed out of the mouth and into the air. It requires the spit from the mouth. In order to do this technique Lazarus salivates and puts it in a pool on top of his tongue; takes a deep breath through the nose and opens the mouth and breaths. Once the saliva is exposed to the lungs or outside air it instantly combusts. The fire it’s self stays in the mouth due to the saliva pool being located there; unless spit out; the air from the lungs just helps direct where the flames go.

-(The Dragon Tongue) This ability allows Lazarus to spit a mucus type substance into his hand and after a couple of seconds of the muck being exposed to air it combusts. By concentrating Lazarus can hold the flame within his hand and keep it alive. By holding the flame in hand he is able to make a flamethrower by blowing onto it.

-He is skilled in the art of hand to hand combat.

Weaknesses:
-Though he is healthy in age, Lazarus' mind tends to wander off in thought or just wander off. Lately it's been frequent, and has caused him loss of concentration on keeping a fire alive in his hands.

-The flaw to his ability of controlling the fire is that his throat is always dry and he always needs to drink fluids every time it becomes to dry or every hour.

-(The Dragon’s Burst) The length and amount of his flame from his mouth all depends on how much air he can breathe and how much saliva is put on the tongue . If you take a deep breath and focus it, the flame can be a big burst, but if he takes a small breath the burst is little and is almost worthless as a weapon, but great at lighting a match. The reaction of the saliva being exposed to the is air is quick so the fire must be shot outward immediately. So if the oxygen doesn’t push out the fire from the lungs then the fire would travel down the throat and into the lungs, causing major damage and possible death. The fire from the mouth only lasts as long as the breath or until the saliva evaporates from the tongue.

-(The Dragon Tongue) The length and size again depends on the breathing. If air is blown through a small circle from the lips, the flame will be sharp and can reach a max length of fifteen feet. But if it is blown like a quick breath from a wide open mouth, then flame is small in length but large in size; like a basketball. The main problem with this technique is that it requires concentration. If concentration is lost, then the flame within the hand dwindles and dies.
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History:
Once raised in a royal family, Lazarus was brought up as a warrior just as his 5 brothers were. Being the middle he was picked on and looked up to at the same time. His two older brothers were for better words monsters. They enjoyed war and were very much cruel to their prisoners. Father was proud of them and had high hopes of the rest of his offspring being the same way. Lazarus did his best to make sure that his younger siblings did not follow in their father’s wishes but was over powered by his older brother’s influences on the younger ones.

Sick of his family’s views he packed up and left them behind. At fifteen years of age there wasn’t much knowledge of how to live outside of the comfort of a home within him; so for a while he struggled and resorted to a life of thievery.

One day he stole from the right person; he was caught, but shown an act of kindness by this old man; who gave him an orange, a place to stay and put him to work. After a while the old man became known to Lazarus as; Oldman; and they became great friends. Oldman taught him the ways of yin and yang, peace and war.

Lazarus had his fill on war and was seeking a form of peace within him, after the brutal actions he was forced to do to people he was conquering at his father’s side.

After some time of living in the mountains with the Oldman; Lazarus befriended another; a rare ferret that was as old as an oak tree but young as if he were still a kit. Oldman called the ferret Iroh; Iroh had kept him company ever since he built his home in the mountains, finding him while staying in a cave until his home was complete. Ten years after living with Oldman it was time that Lazarus begin his journey of life and for Oldman to begin his next journey after life. Lazarus left Oldman’s side when he passed on to his new road that was waiting just for him.

During his travels he met many people and many families who were very happy people, and he met some that were in dire need of help or advise. After some time people started calling him the Wanderer.

On his travel of the world he ran into his older and younger brothers; he had come to know that their father had passed away in his sleep after a horrible sickness that consumed him. His brothers were in no way effected except for the fact of feeling uncontrolled. Killing and pillaging whereever they stepped; and Lazarus was given a choice from his brothers. Join them or die. Lazarus pleaded with his brothers to stop their actions and to move away from their life of war and devastation to others. They laughed and attacked; Lazarus was given no choice but to fight. After it was over the rest of his family; all but him; had perished. To this day he wonders whether or not he could have prevented their deaths.

Thirty-six years of traveling he picked up on a very unusual ability; to be a fire-eater. It was a process where operators change your saliva glands into a gland that chemically changes your natural saliva to a combustible liquid if exposed to air for a few seconds. It required the teaching of how to turn salivation into a completely voluntary function for him. The learning process of how to control it was bitter work, but the results were worth it. He had always wanted to be able to control fire.

One day he came across an island that was far from shore and decided to go explore the island. Walking around the spit of land it came to his attention that it was a naked piece of land, untouched land. Hiking to the center of the island he came across a pool of crystal blue water, and in the center of the pool at the bottom was a design of an image. It was a very unusual design that he did not recognize or understand. Wanting to feel the cool water and go for a swim,

Lazarus and Iroh jumped right in the lovely liquid feeling it’s coolness grip their skin and fur. Swimming to the center Lazarus observed the image and touched the bottom of the pool. The very moment that his finger touched the rock the design reacted and shined bright red; Lazarus watched as the ground right in front of him flashed white and; what felt like someone jumping on his back; pulled him into the ground. It was all so fast, at first he was just falling, then he suddenly hit what felt like a brick floor. Looking up he was dazed and couldn’t make out his surroundings at all.

“Maybe I shouldn’t…have went for that swim.” he said, and passed out. When he next awoke, it was to what looked like a guard yelling at him to wake up.