Lazarus │ Fairy Tail │ Ace — uc.

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"Ｔo the wonderful world of Lazarus"

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╯Ｎame: Lazarus
╯Ｎickname(s): Lass
╯Ｂirth Ｄate:
╯Ａge: Appears to be in his late-twenties ; his true age is unknown.
╯Ｇender: Male
╯Ｒace: Radiant
╯Ｒelationship Ｓtatus: Single?


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╯Ｈeight: 6' 7" in Radiant Form. │ 10' 3" in Cursed Form.
╯Ｗeight: 196 lbs in Radiant Form. │ ~400 lbs in Cursed Form.
╯Ｔattoos: Special symbols that Radiants are generally born with ; his personal mark is located on his upper back.
╯Ｓcars: Long slashes, scattered cuts, stab wounds as well as arrow wounds. Many that are hidden beneath the veil of his regularly long-sleeved attire. │ Generally these scars aren't visible in his cursed form.
╯Ｐredominant Ｆeatures: His eyes may appear primarily azure or cerulean from afar, albeit at a fair distance away, eye contact might reveal an unstable aura within his gaze ; mixed hues of topaz and sky zircon dance in the pools to his soul, traits that defined the Radiants of old course heavily through his veins despite his race having been thought long extinct. │ The accursed armor he was imprisoned within during his 100 Year Job. Fully donning the armor, Lazarus becomes one with it in body and spirit. Yes, this means he does not have to shower for he will not stink as a sweaty human might. Yes, this also means that when the suit undergoes significant physical damage, he too feels it as if his bones are cracking, as if his being was falling apart. Should he succumb to enough force, the suit will dissipate, leaving only his vulnerable body behind, until the armor returns to reclaim him entirely. Another interesting way to remove him from his suit is with any tea made from a combination any (albeit not necessarily all) of the following ingredients: damiana leaf, cinnamon bark, passionflower leaf, cacao beans, licorice root, ginger root, and cloves buds. The full concoction originates from the mountains south of where Lazarus was raised up. If the scent of this tea is presented to him, or if he somehow comes into contact with it, the suit will crumble away for some time allowing his regular body to be revealed to the world. Other ways to remove the suit will be developed as the story goes along, but the most permanent way to relieve him of his curse is by so-called "true love." Sacrificing his own being to defend an individual his heart may truly cherish.


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╯Ｓexuality: Demisexual
╯Ａlignment │Ａllegiance: Neutral │ Fairy Tail
╯Ｏccupation: Mercenary
╯Ｓecrets: Mainly his identity as he's mia nobility of Golzhofkah: one of the main reasons he often dons armor. Another is his ability to use Lost Magic, that being Stormlight in his case. Last but not least comes the matter of his curse : he is bound to his 'new' armor by means of a mysterious spell. This means that unless Lass fulfill certain requirements, his body and soul are locked within the armor - this does not mean that he's within the armor as a person might be able to wear it, but that he is the armor itself, an empty suit.
╯Ｐersonality: From his perspective ; "What the hell that guy wearing? or, Freak show's that-a way, mister! or, Jesus, where did YOU come from?! are all great observations of my presence. Cold, creepy, tin-man, and walking hunk of armor are a few of the of the other adjectives I often hear muttered beneath people's breaths. Children, on the other hand, think I'm either the coolest thing they've ever seen, a real-live knight! or that I'm just plain old horrifying, the latter of which is likely due to my.. uncommon stature. Either way, I could care less of what everyone else believes. It's been forever since anyone could make me feel anything, much less amuse me. Guess it comes with the the ol' knight in shining armor package I was the lucky prizewinner of. Canned in this hellhole of an outfit doesn't give you much of an opportunity to perceive the outside world through touch, taste, or other sensations. Rarely am I set free from this imprisonment that old hag sentenced me to, and even though the answer to my eternal freedom is merely a riddle's answer away, I cannot hope to crack the puzzling utterance she had left me with. Not in my current, bitter state."

╯Ｓkills:
» Famous blacksmith.
» Legendary swordsman.
» Infamous cook (he's super bad).
╯Ｌikes:
» Intense flavors.
» Collecting literature.
» Being able to eat, smell, etc.
» Not being confined to his armor.
╯Ｄislikes:
» Disrespect.
» Subjective staring.
» Acts of injustice by his code.
» The immobility of his cursed form.
╯Ｆears:
» Becoming a Voidbringer.
» Being rendered immobile by rust.
» Permanently losing his original body.


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╯Ｓtrengths:
» Fighting solo.
» Revoking magic.
» Close-quarters combat.
╯Ｗeaknesses:
» Inflexibility when armored.
» Dulled senses in his cursed form.
» Delicate senses in his Radiant form.
» Has the worst sense of direction... ever.

╯Ｍagic Ｔypes : Lost Magic : Surgebinding
╯Ｗeapon│Ａrmor : A lengthy, two-handed weapon known in olden times as a Shardblade, dubbed "Skybreaker" by Lazarus upon his finishing forging it. Traditionally, each individual of the Knights Radiant, a sect originating from his race, were to forge a Shardblade as proof of their resolve and devotion toward the circle and its ideals; after forging the blade, an advanced Shardbearer may materialize it at will instead of carrying it around. No two Shardblades are the same, but all Shardblades cut easily through most inanimate matter, so long as the blade is kept in motion. They do not cut living flesh; instead the metal fuzzes as it passes through, killing without leaving a mark or spilling blood. It was said that Shardblades sever the soul itself, the only indication of death being that the victim's eyes burn out. Any part of the body that is cut dies instantly. If the blade touches a man's spine, he dies, eyes burning. If it cuts through the core of a limb it effectively kills that limb, rendering it permanently limp, numb, and useless. A limb severed by a Shardblade needs to be reattached to the soul before it will function again. If a vital organ is struck, it will render that organ useless as well. Once dead, flesh can be cut just like any other object. Also, parts of a living body that are made of non-living tissue such as hair, fingernails, and the shells of beasts are cut normally. A modern interpretation is that Shardblades can only sever nerves. Shardblades are enormous, yet remarkably light. They were designed to fight foes more formidable than the average man. The large weapons take a great deal of skill to swing properly. There is rarely recoil; landing a blow is said to feel similar to passing the blade through air. The trick is to control momentum and keep the blade moving. A Shardblade can only be blocked by another magical blade, weapon, armor, etc. │ Lazarus also created his own Shardplate, or set of full-body armor ; unlike the image shared, his plate covers his entire figure not allowing any portion of his body to be visible while donning the suit. Shardplate protects its wearer more than traditional, non-plate armor. However, even Shardplate has limits. Extreme stress (i.e., repeated, physical blows from a warhammer, or the like) will crack the armor or even shatter a specific segment of the armor. Shattered Shardplate presents problems to the wearer because the shattered segment not only makes the wearer vulnerable in the area the Plate previously protected, but it can also slow the wearer's movements, since the strength of that part of the wearer's body is no longer enhanced by the armor. Destruction of the breastplate, especially, has been suggested to severely impair the mobility of a shardbearer. Stormlight infused gemstones are required to power -and can repair or regenerate- damaged Shardplate. Shardplate appears able to regenerate from virtually any damage so long as enough time and Stormlight are available, even if only a fraction of the armor is retained. Damaged Shardplate leaks Stormlight from its attached gemstones. If damage or exertion manage to empty the gemstones, the armor's enhanced properties will fade away, potentially leaving the Shardbearer immobilized in a suit of plate that his body can't shift unaided. It appears that if portions of a single suit of Shardplate are separated and both supplied with Stormlight, the larger or more complete of the two will regrow completely and the smaller will crumble and disappear.
╯Ｆighting Ｓtyle: Medieval arts, personalized form. Imagine the staff as a greatsword and the user's handling being much closer to the weapons edge / grip.

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╯Ｂio:
. . . . . . .. . . . . .The Beginning. . .
In the northernmost continent beyond the known Earthland countries, Lazarus was raised within the eternal mountain range known as Brink. Few trekked the harsh tundra and it was eventually thought to be the edge of the world as any foreigner whom ventured these lands was never heard from again, rumored to have fallen off the face of Earthrealm. Lazarus's father and mother were natives of the land, denizens of the kingdom of Golzhofkah, the only city that thrived amid this godforsaken environment. At this time, however, his parents departed from the safety of Golzhofkah's enormous outer walls and set out into the endless blizzards of Brink. It was the custom of their race, having been descendants of Radiant; their's was an old race. Long lost to the sands of time, for the power they wielded was as a two-edged sword. It had brought them great fame in ancient times as Radiant were the first mages with the ability to harness Stormlight. Unlike the average mage, a Radiant had a terrifically strong bond with the realm of magic, as indicated by the markings they were born with. In olden times, geometric symbols like these [nsfw] covered their bodies from head to toe; albeit they barely showed upon their skin when dormant as they more or less blended into their flesh. Yet their markings did glow moderately whenever Radiant summoned spells. Furthermore, their birthmarks blazed brilliantly whenever they neared Stormlight. Highstorms birthed Stormlight; it was said that these tempests were remnants of gods' power, of the magic that created the world itself.

. . . . . . .. . . . . .Harnessing the Light. . .
A few zealots among the Radiant decided to experiment with the divine energy. They embarked on life-threatening missions, engaging Highstorms head on in spite of the destruction these godly phenomenon left in their wake. Many died in their quest to capture Stormlight.. til one fateful day. A brighter zealot discovered a method of trapping the energy from Highstorms into soulstones, gems created just for this purpose. While chasing Stormlight remained a perilous conquest, gathering it was now possible. Once a soulstone was infused with this energy, a Radiant could draw upon it by inhaling, willing it into themselves. And with it, the feats they could accomplish were evermore fabled of. Unfortunately for those Stormblessed ones, such tremendous power rarely came without greater sacrifice. Most users of Stormlight became addicts, lost to its overwhelming influence. They grew prideful of their undeserving talents and allowed greed to fill their hearts. Then there came a division between the Radiants. Those whom embraced the evil inclinations of their hearts became known as Voidbringers, whom many believed to be harbingers of the end times for their reckless deeds. Whereas those whom rose to oppose them formed a group known as the Knights Radiant. The two sects waged war until neither were any more, and with them, Highstorms too faded from existence, becoming merely a rumored thing of the past.

. . . . . . .. . . . . .Remnants. . .
Albeit in their place sprouted believers, and even a cult from those soon after. For some still had faith that one day the abilities their ancestors held would grace them once more, whether that time be near or far away. Lazarus was born centuries after the gifted genes his race possessed had presumably ceased. He was the first boy whom possessed a sign of radiance in a long time. His own markings [upper back] were far from intricate compared to those his ancestors carried, but they were more than enough proof that he inherited their long lost genes, their affinity for magic... and for Stormlight. Lamentably the gilded age of his race was erstwhile. Highstorms had become mere legends of yore. Even so, the present day Knights Radiant, as they christened themselves, held a secret that was well-concealed from the outside world. And what better a place to hide such a secret than within the pathless and ruthless climate of the northern continent. These present Radiant maintained a secluded temple, tucked away deep within the gales of Brink. Within this temple rest the final evidence of their past, a soulstone [necklace] that was quite dissimilar from the rest that had cracked and crumbled when Highstorms suddenly waned, then ended. This gem seemed to cling to life still, or rather, it appeared to burn with interminable vitality. It had awaited this destined day -as the sun waited the moon to fall before it might rise- to be wielded once again, to shake the world one more time...

. . . . . . .. . . . . .Youth & Aspiration. . .
As follows, Lazarus began his story shortly after being united with his heirloom. While yet a budding adolescent, he continued to train underneath the guidance of his father as both of his parents wished him to grow into a successful mage; not to mention they also feared that without the proper instruction, Lazarus would surely fall victim to the temptations of Stormlight, that was, in the same manner the Voidbringers had. Hence his parents did their best to raise him rightly. And as time lingered on they learned that there were in fact two things that they could not decide for their boy. The first being the matter of how he used his gifts, particularly his soulstone, as they could not even guide him on how to do so. Although the bigger matter at that particular time seemed to be the foremost of their concerns. You see, while Lazarus favored his parents a great deal, he was not at all content with his setting. Being isolated from the world, in a kingdom far away from all the others did not enchant him in any way or form. Sure Golzhofkah had its share of visitors, merchants and all, but there was so much more to explore than the Brink! So one day he fled his kingdom and continent to search for more something more, something meaningful. He wished to learn more of his ancestors and of why he was blessed with their magic. It had been too long for their genes to suddenly resurface out of nowhere, he felt. Moreover, his race was supposed to have lost their gift for a reason... they had tampered with magic that hadn't been created for mere mortals to flirt with; in fact those zealots of old not only philandered with Highstorms, they downright desecrated those hallowed phenomenons. Lazarus perished the thought to fall so low, and yet.. he himself did decide to use the Stormlight bestowed onto him.

. . . . . . .. . . . . .Intro to Fairy Tail. . .
He believed his path to be a different one. It was one of adventure, sure, of discovery, although it was also one of judgement and retribution. While he sought out the answers to the deep inquiries that plagued his mind, he maintained an evident view on life. Lazarus was a firm believer in the "an eye for an eye" principle. So much so that he often takes matters into his own hands if he deems an action unlawful and unhandled, even if authorities are directly overseeing it. For that reason he's often criticized by Fairy Tail's master, Nallane. While her scoldings abated ever so slightly over time, it was difficult to tell if the cause for this was merely the passage of time or if it was due to Lazarus's common evanescence from the guild. As he often preoccupied himself with guild missions or more-so, mercenary tasks of sorts, unlisted to their particular guild. Though he couldn't be blamed for his habitual absences as he was a undeniably a wanderer after his own heart, seeking to find what was missing from his life: answers to his innermost queries. In spite of his imperfections, in recent time, Lazarus was appointed the title of Ace among Fairy Tail, as news of his recent accomplishment reached as far as the Kingdom of Fiore. Rumor had it that he was on his way back from completing a 100-Year Job; a great accomplishment for himself, but.. an even greater one for his guild as it exulted the deeds of Fairy Tail evermore!

. . . . . . .. . . . . .Lost in Time. . .
Time passed as Lass gradually worked his way up the ranks of Fairy Tail. Then one day, a special mission appeared on the guild's board, a hundred-year job. Believing that this quest might hold a clue to the questions that plagued him since youth, the reason behind why he was Stormblessed and why had his clan's powers reawakened so long after their downfall, he snatched the job for himself. Perhaps the wanted time-traveler this quest begged for would be able to help put his wandering mind to rest after he'd capture them. Hence he said his goodbyes and set out on the long journey ahead. The job sheet didn't reveal many clues regarding the time-traveler's whereabouts although it did make mention of their ill-intent. Apparently a few noteworthy wizards noticed slight changes in the flow of time, alterations in the present that did not coincide with recent history; so the aforementioned mages had commissioned this job to assist them in finding the culprit of these horrible acts. Other mages probably thought them crazy for enlisting such a quest, especially to public guilds. Lass, however, doubted nothing, as much as he believed nothing. A job was a job and if it'd help him shed some light on his own past and inquiries, it was worth delving into as far as he was concerned. Now the only key he had -according to the job sheet- was that the wanted individual left behind a shred of evidence that was supposedly proof of their time-traveling capabilities: a rift in time. Unfortunately these rifts in time were utterly invisible and completely undetectable to most sensory spells. Luckily Lass had a form of magic on his side that reacted very sensitively to other, nearby magic. You see, the soulstone attached to his necklace trembled whenever it neared magic of any sort. Indeed it was the only method he had to help him find these rumored rifts in time. While it still took time to discover the whereabouts of a rift, Lazarus eventually stumbled across one. His soulstone reacted to it, awakening the dormant magic and engulfing him into the flow of time. The chase was on now, but Lass soon recognized the dire circumstance he had put himself into. By entering the rift he voluntarily disappeared from the present and would likely be unable to return to it by normal means. On the other side of the rift, he sensed nothing any more. No other rift, no time-traveling means of return to his own period. No.. he was lost in time. There was, however, a silver lining or two. Lazarus did not age as he was not human, but a radiant; furthermore, the time he spent wandering the past would be mere minutes and seconds of his future, even as weeks, months, or years passed him by in the past. That was the power of traveling by time rift magic, apparently.

. . . . . . .. . . . . .The Witch and Her Curse. . .
So much time had passed him by that Lazarus eventually put a pause on his mission. In fact, at that point, he halted so abruptly that he ended up getting completely sidetracked. He did what any man or mage might eventually do and settled down with a beautiful, young lady. Years continued to trickle by and Lazarus had a child with his wife whom together they named Isabel. In the meantime little did Lazarus know, the very person whom he had been searching for was actually tuning in to his new life. She had kept tabs on him from the time he set foot into her rift for he had something she had been seeking out as well: Stormlight. Not even her time-traveling spells could take her back to the time of Highstorms; it was as if these phenomenon had been erased from time itself! But here, Lass held onto a power she had wished to claim as her own for the longest time, or at least test out for herself. And examine she did, starting with Lazarus.

You see, the time-traveler was actually someone from the past, not from Lazarus' time. Long ago within her timeline, Demacia was a beautiful kingdom established in the mountains of the land of Lenora. The countryside was originally named Lenora after the queen it came to reside under. She was both a conquerer and a leader. Ruthless and inhumane as she was, many came to respect her for her powerful deeds and ambitious goals. She also had the virtue of angelic beauty on her side. So alluring was she that it was said that she enticed even the angels of the heavens, luring them down to the earth to become her servants. Perhaps the rumors were true, however, for she thrilled in testing the hearts of men, and women alike. Some say she was possessed, while other cynics dubbed her a witch! For the influence she carried in her stride could not be touched by mere mortals, or so it seemed.

Lazarus fell to her insidious ways one day as well. He up and left his betrothed for the selfish purpose of seeking out knowledge, and a striving for lust. He fell easy prey to Lenora and continued to play her game, unknowing of her true intentions. The queen did love to test hearts that fell within her grasp. One day, she asked her loyal student, her staunch protector, to ride off into battle with a small army of her own and slaughter the town which he had come from. Long had passed since he could recollect his origin. Lazarus had become so enveloped in serving the queen that he paid no heed to the familiar lilacs that scented his old village, or even the now sorrowful faces he had grown intimate with in his younger years. So he followed her order til he took the very last breath...that of his once betrothed. She could curse and spit at him all she desired, it made no difference in the end.

His mission accomplished, Lazarus set off back home. Once there, Lenora summoned him to her, and once the two were in private, she revealed to him what he had done. How blind he had become by his own sinful inclinations. Lazarus finally realized what he had done, but it was too late, far too late. His fate was already sealed by the witch and he was forever doomed to roam the world as a suit of armor. Coincidentally she sealed her own fate as well since she could not retrieve the soulstone she had sought from him as it was now locked within the depths of his armored form, his soul. So the witch cast him out for the time being and Lazarus grew more and more apathetic, heartless and cold with each and every passing day.

. . . . . . .. . . . . .Returning to Fiore. . .
Centuries passed and Lazarus did what any old hunk of armor could do to keep himself busy, to ward away thoughts of sorrow, regret. He worked as a mercenary and did jobs for people that no ordinary person could uptake; they ranged anywhere from breaking curses to hunting deities, even dragons on rare occasion. It took awhile before Lass experienced anything that could derail his train of meaningless activity. However on one day he met with a lady that would break his tracks. Her name was Camille, and it appeared that his crystal reacted to her presence very intensely. The initial reaction was powerful enough to temporarily dissipate the armor that was his new form, revealing his original figure. As it turned out, Camille wasn't the only one who took interest in his returning to human, as the witch whom had cast his curse was very much intrigued too. So much so that she took it upon herself to pay them a visit in attempt to steal Lazarus' soulstone while it was yet possible; for she knew that he'd return to his cursed form at any given time. Together with Camille, Lazarus was able to defeat the witch, albeit his curse yet endured, it seemed. As not long after, he turned back to a suit of armor once again. Though one thing did change. The rifts in time Lenora had created would fade away with her death, returning Lazarus to the present. While he faded from the past he had a hand on Camille and, much to his surprise, the contact fractured the flow of time one final time, whisking her away from the past to roam within his period with him.

So long had passed to him, though it barely translated to a mere, few months in his timeline. Still he was back, and on his way back to Fairy Tail with a new companion. Perhaps they'd let her join, he believed. His thoughts were further fortified by the fact that Camille had chosen to train under him, as an apprentice in swordsmanship. During the journey back home Lass taught her many things, though she never seemed to stick to his strict lectures and ideas. She had concepts of her own concerning swordplay. Her style was much different than his, but then again, she was no Radiant. Camille was a descendant of angels, which explained her free-spirited attitude at times, and why Lass's crystal reacted to her presence. Highstorms were an act of creation, an active force of the almighty gods that created Earthland alongside the world itself. Thus Stormlight was strongly drawn to hallow magic, praising gods' messengers and the like. Regardless, Lazarus was interested to see the faces of his guildmates once more. How he had missed home. Undoubtedly Nallane would have a few choice words for him too, next to his sister.

╯Ｇoals │ Ｍotives: To discover a means of resolving his curse permanently. │ His motivation or drive in life comes mainly from his regrets and unanswered questions of his youth regarding his race and powers.
╯Ｇuild Ｍark: Obsidian in color. │ Located on the left side of his neck.

╯Ｒelationships:
» Zephyr ; father ; unknown —
» Eliza ; mother ; unknown —
» Catherine ; wife ; deceased —
» Isabel ; daughter ; deceased —
» Nallane Sadzi ; close companion ; alive —
» Camille Tempest ; close companion ; alive —

╯Ｔheme: Battle
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╯Main Magic Here: Surgebinding
╯Sub Magic Here: Surge : Gravitation
╯Sub Magic Here: Surge : Convergence


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╯Surgebinding
. . . . . . .. . . . . .Description. . .
— Surgebinding was the coined name for the act of utilizing ancient Stormlight in spells.
— Stormlight itself came from Highstorms, energy-filled phenomenon of the olden days
— that were said to have aided in life's creation, the mother of all magic as we know it.
— Only the Radiant race were able to harness this forbidden force in special gems they
— created for the sole purpose of isolating, gathering Stormlight from a Highstorm. Now
— that Highstorms no longer exist, Surgebinding has become a long lost form of magic.
— The only current remnant as proof of its past existence is the soulstone that Lazarus
— wears around his neck, a crystal dangling from a necklace. Soulstones of olden days
— could only hold a limited amount of Stormlight, while the one Lazarus bears appears
— to contain unlimited volumes of energy. Although this fact only makes Surgebinding
— even more dangerous magic to utilize than it already was. As the user must inhale or
— will the energy into themselves in order to harness its power, oftentimes Radiant were
— driven to madness for the power was never meant to be wielded by dwellers of the
— Earthen realm. As only Radiants seemed to have the ability to wield this godly form
— of energy, any other being, no matter how powerful their magic or unique their race
— was, had their own energy quickly drained by it. Hence the remaining soulstone was
— able to endure up to Lazarus' day and onward.. though its origin remains a mystery.
— Surgebinding is a magic system which involves ten types of Surges, these represent
— the fundamental forces of nature.
» .( Basic ) .Abrasion: The Surge of friction. With it, the Surgebinder can make the touch of their body near friction-less (i.e., enabling them to glide across a floor as if it were slippery ice).
» .( Basic ) .Tension: The Surge of soft axial interconnection. This Surge is the ability to take something flexible and make it rigid or to enhance the firmness of anything.
» .( Basic ) .Cohesion: The Surge of strong axial interconnection. This ability affects the the malleability of objects. For example, the user would be able to craft more easily than others (be it armor or blades and the like) or if someone swung a sword at the user, they could make it so that it would bend when it hit them, thus causing no damage.
» .( Basic ) .Adhesion: The Surge of pressure and vacuum. This is the Surge used to bind an object onto another; it binds objects together for as long as the Stormlight lasts. To create the binding, an object is infused with Stormlight, then pressed to another object. The two objects become bound together with an extremely powerful bond, nearly impossible to break. In fact, most materials would themselves break before the bond holding them together would.
» .[ Advanced ] .Gravitation: The Surge of gravity. This one is used for 'basic and reverse lashings.' With it, the Surgebinder is able to change the direction of their own gravitational pull and its magnitude. A basic lashing creates a change in gravitational pull, temporarily altering the magnitude and vector of gravity affecting an object. More than one basic lashing can be applied to an object at the same time, to increase its acceleration in the selected direction. Fractional basic lashings are also possible; a half-lashing can be used to make an object weightless, and a quarter-lashing to cut its weight in half. A reverse lashing gives an object a gravitational pull, causing other objects to be drawn to it like to a magnet. This lashing requires the least amount of Stormlight. It is much more difficult to have items that are on the ground pulled to this object because of the strength of the bond they have with the ground. It is easier to pull items in the air or mid-flight, for example pulling arrows towards a shield or bridge.
» .[ Advanced ] .Transformation: The Surge of soulcasting. This ability transforms any material into one of the Surgebinder's choice. To soulcast, the Surgebinder shifts his perception to see into the cognitive realm, and communicates with the cognitive aspect of the object he wants to transform. Not every object is inclined to change, depending on how the object is seen by the sentient species and how it sees itself, so the Surgebinder may need to negotiate with it. Once the object is convinced into changing, the Surgebinder infuses it with Stormlight, and the transformation process takes place instantaneously. It is technically possible for the Surgebinder to transform anything into anything else, but transforming something into the pure form of an essence is the easiest to accomplish, while transforming the object into something unfamiliar is a lot harder. The object's mass is conserved through the soulcasting process. While this Surge mainly applies to objects, it can also be used to alter any form of magic, although doing so usually merely breaks it down to its harmless essence.
» .[ Advanced ] .Transportation: The Surge of motion and realmatic transition. This Surge allows Radiants to teleport - to instantaneously transport themselves to another location. A circular wall of Stormlight can be seen briefly at the target location before the Surgebinder arrives. The Surgebinder can also bring other beings and objects with him while using this Surge.
» .{ Ultimate } .Division: The Surge of destruction and decay. In basic terms, this Surge seems to be able to cause spontaneous combustion; like crushing hard objects to dust. Anything (i.e. magic/spells, glass, metal, etc.) that comes into contact with this particular Surge is disassembled to naught. This ability works much better on non-living organisms but can also be applied to the living if contact with the Surge is sufficiently long.
» .{ Ultimate } .Illumination: The Surge of light, sound, and various waveforms. It's used to create illusions, both visual and auditory. The illusions it creates are based upon not just what the Surgebinder imagines, but also desires to create, requiring both a mental picturing of and a spiritual connection to the intended creation. Once the creation is shaped, the Surgebinder breathes out a cloud of Stormlight to form the illusion. The illusion can be created anywhere, but requires a constant source of Stormlight, so the Surgebinder—or a being the Surgebinder is spiritually linked to—needs to keep in proximity to it. Because the illusion automatically feeds off of the Surgebinder, the glowing effect common to the Surgebinders as the Stormlight leaks out of their bodies does not happen, and instead is fed to the illusion. Unless the Surgebinder intentionally dissolves the illusion, it will stay active until the Surgebinder runs out of Stormlight or leaves the proximity of the illusion. It is possible for the Surgebinder to attach the illusion to himself, as well as a being he or she is spiritually linked to, so that the illusion automatically follows the movements of the being to which it is attached. This way, an illusion of disguise, for example, that the Surgebinder attached to himself would mimic the facial expressions of the Surgebinder and adapt to the clothing or the accessories he is wearing. The illusory image has no substance to it, and if an object physically passes through the illusion, the image temporarily fuzzes to Stormlight until it is reestablished once the object withdraws. The amount of Stormlight the illusion requires depends on the complexity of it. Other spells, magic or any method of piercing the user's illusions seem to be useless against this Surge; one of the only means of overcoming it is to outsmart the caster themselves.

╯Surge : Gravitation
. . . . . . .. . . . . .Description. . .
— The gravitational application of Surgebinding is one that is based off of the initial ten
— types of Surges. It further emphasizes the ability Stormlight has to control some of
— the fundamental forces of nature. This particular one dealing with attraction.
» .( Basic ) .Feather: The user channels Stormlight into their hands, reaching out and touching a target. Upon direct physical contact with the user the target's weight is greatly lessened. This enables heavy objects to be lifted with ease or more effective use of muscles in the user's body should they choose to use this spell on themselves. If applied to the user their speed is increased for the next 4 posts. This spell may be stacked on itself within reason.
» .( Basic ) .Crushing Weight: The user channels Stormlight into their hands, reaching out and touching a target. Upon direct physical contact with the user the target's weight is greatly increased.This makes weapons unwieldy, bodies heavy and gives even light objects the ability to crush what lies beneath them for the next 4 posts. When the body of another person has their weight increased their body becomes difficult to move, taking greater effort to move limbs, and pressure is applied to the entire body increasingly every time the weight is increased.
» .( Basic ) .Gravitational Lens: The user forces their Stormlight into a coating around their body, causing a gravitational effect that bends the light around their body, causing them to become nearly invisible, appearing only as a ripple like outline against the area around them for 4 posts.
» .[ Advanced ] .Heavenly Pressure: The user projects Stormlight outward from their entire body. This force effects the air within the range specified of the user, causing the atmosphere to become much more dense that it would be normally. This causes a difficulty in breathing as well as a constant hindrance of the target's mobility on foot and decays the rate of speed airborne objects and spells move which gives the user the ability to defend themselves. After a 4 posts, the density of the atmosphere returns to normal.
» .[ Advanced ] .Outer Decapitation: A spell that the user activates by touching their target directly; it may be activated at that moment or within 3 posts of last physical contact by preforming a unique hand gesture. The opponent is suddenly subjected to a great deal of gravitational stress which causes them to be incapable of movement. Additionally their entire body sinks down into the earth, leaving nothing more than the tops of their shoulder's exposed.
» .[ Advanced ] .Zero Fall: A spell that is activated through channeling Stormlight if applied to the user and by physical touch if being applied to another target. This spell causes the intended target to greatly increase or decrease their weight for the next 4 posts. If a target has their weight increased, they are unable to freely move their body and will not be capable to react in time to those who are not under its effects. If a target's weight is lessened, they will be able to preform near superhuman feats of speed and agility.
» .[ Advanced ] .Singularity: The user projects their Stormlight in the shape of a black ball the size of a baseball from a single palm.The ball may be created within twenty-five feet of themselves in the direction the user's hand was facing. The small ball of Stormlight has a strong gravitational pull that is capable of drawing any projectile weapons and magics/spells that are in flight within specified range into its orbit, keeping it moving at the same speed it was launched and keeping projectile spells active while it remains in orbit. When the spell ends after 4 posts any projectiles caught in the orbit will be thrown, sending them flying towards any enemy target at the same speed they were launched at. Additionally the projectiles may be released with a unique hand gesture before the spell's end.
» .[ Advanced ] .Heavy Burden: A spell that is either activated at the user's location or activated upon direct physical contact with a location. Stemming thirty feet from the location of contact an extremely powerful gravitational field is created that amplifies everything within its range four times its normal weight. This influx in weight causes all movement in that area to be immobilized for 4 posts. Targets under the effect will still be able to move their arms and other small movements outside the legs but will be done at such a sluggish speed it is extremely unlikely they will react in time to defend against unburdened sources of damage.
» .[ Advanced ] .Lunar Tide: This spell allows the user to specifically amplify the artificial moon's gravitational effects on the tides of a nearby large body of water by holding their hands up above their head and channeling Stormlight upward into the parent spell. The body of water will immediately rise from its resting point and spring forward from behind the user and pass over their head in order to crash into a target. The body of water moved may not exceed sixty feet in depth and is able to crash into a target with enough force to demolish buildings within five hundred feet of the direction the user faces. The water moved will remain in the area for 5 posts, draining ten feet per post after activation.
» .{ Ultimate } .Gravity Barrier: The user projects their Stormlight into the atmosphere around them for the next 2 posts. Upon doing so, a fifteen foot tall, twenty foot thick cylindrical barrier surrounds them with an inside (spell-free) area of ten feet surrounds them. Any being, object or spell its same rank or lower that attempts to enter the barrier will instantly be forced to the ground outside of the barrier. The barrier is capable of moving with the user as it is centered around their being at all times.
» .{ Ultimate } .Lunar Gravity Creation: The user holds their hands above their head, channeling Stormlight into the air above them. The earth beneath them begins to uproot itself in the form of rock anywhere up to the size of large boulders. The earth that is uprooted begins to amass itself in a large ball that hovers thirty feet above the user's location. After 1 post the ball is complete and measures no greater than fifty feet in diameter. Should the spell be ended prematurely or destroyed the creation will break apart and send large chunks of rock and earth raining over the span of the spell's range. The miniature moon stays in place as it becomes the new focal point of gravity for anyone within one thousand feet of it. Anything not nailed down begins to free float in the air, pulled between earth's gravity and the new moon. The new moon remains in tact for 6 posts before the Stormlight that holds it in orbit runs out, sending this moon rock crashing into the earth below it, crushing everyone in its path. Only 1 of this spell may be active at a time.
» .{ Ultimate } .Black Hole Creation: By extending both hands in the same direction and creating multiple gravitational focal points the user generates a black hole ten feet ahead of their hands. The black hole is thirty feet wide. If a spell absorbed is larger than the hole it shrinks into the black hole completely. The black hole is only open for an instant and is capable of absorbing incoming projectiles and magic of its own rank and lower. Once the magic or object has entered the black hole it vanishes.
» .{ Ultimate } .Vortex Creation: The user channels Stormlight into his palms, clasping them together for the duration of this spell. For the next 4 posts, the user is capable of creating multiple gravitational points extremely close to one another. This allows the user to create small two foot wide worm holes within forty feet of the user's location, if something that is larger than two feet enters the vortex it is shrunken while being absorbed then returns to its full size upon exit. This allows the user to redirect anything that enters the vortex. If anything is inside the vortex upon its ending it is lost forever into another dimension.


╯Surge : Convergence
. . . . . . .. . . . . .Description. . .
— Apart from utilizing Stormlight itself to bend the fundamental laws of nature, the user
— may advance their art onto imbuing their weapons, armor, and even their own body
— with the hallow energy, enhancing their capabilities beyond conventional practice.
» .( Basic ) .Divide: While it is a rather straightforward spell in itself, with it, the user may imbue their weapon or armor with Stormlight, the mother of all magic, and use it to dispel magic of any sort no matter the rank that comes into contact with the item(s) imbued.
» .( Basic ) .Afterimage Feint: The user does any type of attack, but stops it before the moment of impact. During the strike, the user creates an afterimage made of Stormlight which does not stop and continues through with the strike. This leaves the user able to continue onto another technique or spell while his afterimage continues his normal attack.
» .( Basic ) .Blinding Light: The user may gather their Stormlight to any part of their body and release it all at once in a harmless manner that merely glows brightly with power, blinding any and all individuals within its area for 2 posts.
» .[ Advanced ] .Whelm: By willing Stormlight into their body, the user's physical capabilities and resistances become immensely enhanced. Take their durability i.e. an attack that would have severed their arm becomes merely a light scratch upon their body. The more the user endures battle while this spell is active, the more their body grows attuned to the enhancements gained from Stormlight, allowing them to perform inhuman feats of nature even without the use of this spell or magic in general : i.e. jumping great distances or crushing metal within their grip.
» .[ Advanced ] .Afterimage Rush: This technique is simple yet deadly. The user rushes forward, towards any opponent standing in front of them. However, the user does not stop moving and continues past the enemy. After about a two second delay, a flurry of attacks are released by Stormlight afterimages created by the rush. The max amount of afterimages that can be created is five. The max amount of attacks each can use is also five.
» .[ Advanced ] .Repose: Filled with Stormlight, the user makes physical contact with the body or clothing of any target, transferring the energy into them. As no race but Radiant may harness this type of energy, the surge of Stormlight transferred will knock out the target for 2 posts. Afterward, the user will have to draw upon a fresh surge of energy in order to utilize other techniques : doing so may leave them momentarily open to attack.
» .{ Ultimate } .Almighty Divide: As its predecessor ability entails, the 'almighty' version represents that and further. By imbuing Stormlight into their sword and then stabbing it into the earth, the user releases this nullifying wave of energy to destroy any forming or present spells. Any spell it disperses may not be used again for the next 4 posts. On the other hand, this spell cannot be used again also, but for the next 5 posts.
» .{ Ultimate } .Afterimage Dance: The user focuses on the opponent, keeping them within their gaze for 1 post while they charge this spell. During the next post, the user vanishes and attacks the opponent 13 times themselves and 13 times afterward using Stormlight images, ultimately launching a total of 169 attacks that are incredibly hard to dodge. If the enemy is hit by one strike, the combo automatically lands all the rest.
» .{ Ultimate } .Overwhelm: Overuse of Stormlight will automatically engage this spell, overtaking the user in a flowing sapphire aura that flares uncontrollably. While in this mode the user may use their aura to create solid forms i.e. enormous ethereal blades, armor, or a shield. Unfortunately this form also forces the user to delve into madness more quickly, gradually poisoning them as it did with the Voidbringers : the user may confuse friend with foe while this spell is active.

 

[enamored silence]

Armored.

Clunk, clunk, clunk...

Steely steps came to a halt before a lass whom appeared to be nose-deep in her map.

"You look lost." a voice echoed from the depths of the hollow armor. Truth be told, the male whom proclaimed this observation was a bit lost himself. He was a transfer student at the academy, and technically in his second year of schooling. Lazarus too had stepped through an enchanted portal or doorway that led him here. Or at least a ways from here where he currently stood. Truth be told also, Lazarus had a godawful sense of direction. You could give him a GPS and somehow he'd still manage to wind up somewhere in the exact opposite location of where he was trying to get to. It didn't help that his senses were limited in this hunk of armor; speaking of which, he did hope his towering height of six-nine would not startle the new leaf...well, not that he wasn't green himself.

"...but at least you have a map. I have nothing." he admitted. And admittedly, he did have a point. This lady was already leagues ahead of him just by having some form of guidance. I mean even without the map, she was still leagues ahead given his coordination.

"Tell you what, you help me get to...anywhere other than here, and I'll-" he thought for a moment, realizing that he really had nothing to offer in mere seconds.

"I'll...owe you one? Ahem. That's right. I will repay you however you wish. (Seeing I've been wandering here for an eternity hours.)" apparently he had to reassure himself that this was a good deal, albeit somehow, he couldn't bring himself to believe it. She legit could tell him to do anything if she completed her end of the bargain. Lass shrugged; he guessed it was still better than to be stuck walking in circles around here til he'd rust away.

"I'm trying to get to the Requinn dorms." he revealed the destination he sought with a metallic sigh. It was probably right under his nose, wasn't it. Probably right around the corner and he didn't even recognize it.

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"Mhm...... I get that often." he muttered regarding her initial reaction.

It didn't surprise him that she was startled by his appearance, but what did slightly pique his interest was that she didn't try to run or hide from him. Perhaps it was because she was simply so shocked, paralyzed with fear, that she couldn't even move. But then she spoke so that theory was tossed out the window huh...

"Don't apologize. I get that reaction all the time, so don't worry about it. Quite honestly, I'm rather used to it now." he echoed from under the empty metal vessel that surrounded his being. Hopefully she wouldn't take him as being too blunt with her, but Lazarus was really over those unsavory receptions. At this point it didn't even matter to him. Lass listened to her since she hadn't yet fled his presence.

"Scared. Why were they afraid?" he wondered aloud, perhaps unknowing of the fact that he was still speaking his mind. Lazarus couldn't recollect the prior time he had seen his parents. In fact, he never actually met with them. As far back as he remembered, Lass had been raised by a grumpy ol' wizard whom had taken him in as an apprentice, and further, a son. At least for as long as that lasted. She might've been right about the maps but as far as Lazarus was concerned, he hadn't any idea. Hell he couldn't even read the damn things much less find his way around if wasn't already obvious.

"Would you-" he didn't finish what he had planned on telling her as she placed a warm hand on his armor. He could feel it: the warmth. The sensation of being reached by another human really threw him off his train of thought. When had he experienced the kind touch of another human before? Never? It had been that long. Besides he imagined that nobody wanted to lay a hand on him or otherwise be in his presence. Yet this girl hadn't wavered thus far. Perhaps there was a way he could repay her...

"Ha. Yes. Funny." he forced a laugh that had undoubtedly sounded fake. Even if he had tried to make it sound any better, Lazarus doubted it would've been any more genuine. In fact it almost sounded robotic. Regardless, the armor simply nodded...an audible creak of metal toward her explanation.

From what Lazarus derived of her description on the layout of their campus, it almost sounded as if this lady felt a little insecure here. Lazarus couldn't blame her. Being so petite and unarmored unlike himself, he'd probably feel pretty defenseless as well. Especially in a new, mystical place such as this.

"...next to your dormitory, huh?" Lazarus reflected. It was always nice to have someone with a sense of direction lead the way for someone who couldn't tell heads from tails.

"Genevieve." he repeated her name, almost meditatively, as she began leading the way. "You know...you shouldn't be so concerned about the manner in which you present yourself to myself. In fact, you've already proven yourself rather brave to me, considering the composure you presented earlier despite being faced with someone as tall and alarming in appearance as myself." he attempted to encourage her a bit, at least as a solace to return for her assistance. "I'm Lazarus, and you're the first person in a long time whom aided me. Thank you."

"As a thanks," he continued as they drew nearer to where the aforementioned dormitories were to be, "I'd like you to have this." he drew a dagger from his side and presented it to her while it was yet in its scabbard. Lass hadn't a clue why he decided to make this particular move. Whether it was because she had actually dared to touch him earlier or if it was something else about her, he didn't know. The 'gift' itself was imbued with his energy, his gift. And should Gene ever draw it forth in any dire circumstance, Lazarus would sense it. He could summon himself to her should he desire, and protect her, as she seemed to be concerned earlier.

"Consider it a good-luck-charm, just in case you run into trouble around here. Genevieve." the more he said it, the more it reminded him of the elegant names of old Lass was familiar with, having lived for so long in this accursed state.

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"Your parents sound like nice people. No wonder you turned out a good soul as well." he briefly commented, pausing only to wonder where he might've been now if his own parents had been around to protect him from the dangers of the world. Moreover, from his own sinful inclinations. Perhaps this tin can wouldn't be his flesh in present. Maybe his soul would have long passed by now, rested in peace somewhere near the glorious mountains he was raised in.

"I'm sure they sent you here for a reason...no? They probably recognized that they could not protect you forever, nor from everything. After all, you're not like them. You're gifted, and you can bet your a** that those gifts of yours will attract unnecessary attention. My point is...we all have our own demons to face. All by ourselves. Whether they be bullies or even the grim reaper himself riding our tailcoats til the break of dawn. Some days we'll lose, we won't make it through the night. Nevertheless the sun always rises, and what didn't kill us the prior day will have made us stronger the next." Lazarus let out a steely chuckle at his own enlightening ramble. "Anyways, don't worry about the bullies. That dagger should do the trick. Trust me."

Her next choice of words seemed to strike a chord in his heart.

"Well what am I then, you tell me..." he uttered in a low, thorny tone before banging an open hand against his own chest. The armor let out an empty noise that echoed around them. Without a doubt he was but a hollowed out vessel. A cursed tragedy that probably belonged in some medieval museum, not here. Oh how he wished things'd be that easy. "You think I can just take this godforsaken thing off?" he didn't mean to sound blunt but that's what years of loneliness and hopelessness did to a man. Although he was free to roam the earth, he was always imprisoned within himself.

Even so she took his hand in hers and accepted the dagger. The warmth of her touch was surreal, and he felt conflicted about it.

"You're welco-" he said, raising his head from her hand to look upon her face when he noticed a stranger singing or something, not far off behind Genevieve. Lazarus sensed an evil among them. Why he felt this or where it came from, he did not know. The answers, however, would quickly reveal themselves. Their minstrel continued to sing, apparently awakening currents of water to aide her assault. But why, why were they her target?

"Watch out!" instinct grabbed Lazarus by the hand and pulled him forward to quickly bring himself between Gene and the newcomer, whomever she was. "Malice!" he uttered, summoning the old roman shield to his forward forearm. It appeared to materialize out of thin air to take the blunt of the woman's trashing water tendrils. Even so, the force pushed his heavily armored body back a few inches. "Excalibur." Lazarus uttered in a lower tone, holding his free arm out to the side to summon for the ancient blade of old. Its transparent hilt quickly grew opaque and brilliant in the grip of his hand.

Astral wisps of energy seemed to flow from its blade, threatening any foe that might attempt to face its wielder. The sword hummed dangerously as Lazarus brandished it to slay the tendrils' attempts to grap Gene.

"What do you want from us?" he interrogated, his voice steely, solemn, and brimming with anger.

Perhaps now Gene would think twice about considering him more than a monster...

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tab tab ▓▓▓▓ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. outside the dormitoriesxxxxxxx▓▓▓▓ 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡. Genevieve & singing, water-flinging lady

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