Lazarus Dagmar // WIP

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Lazarus Dagmar


WE PILLAGE, WE PLUNDER, WE RIFLE, AND LOOT

BIRTH NAME: Lazarus Dagmar
NICKNAMES: Lazarus
GENDER: Male
AGE: Thirty-four
BIRTH DATE: August 24
BIRTH PLACE: Russia
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
MARITAL STATUS: Single

WE KIDNAP AND RAVAGE AND DON'T GIVE A HOOT

LIKES/DISLIKES: 5 or more of each please

STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: 3 or more of each

SKILLS: Does your character have any skills like playing an instrument or reading maps or anything like that everyone doesn't necessarily have?

GENERAL PERSONALITY: A general overview of what this character is like. This should be at least 2 good paragraphs.

WE KINDLE AND CHAR, INFLAME AND IGNITE

GENERAL APPEARANCE: What does the character look like? Height? Weight? Hair Color? Eye Color? Muscular or not? You know all those good things. This should be at least 2 good paragraphs.


DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Any scars, tattoos, piercings?

WE'RE RASCALS SCOUNDRELS VILLAINS AND KNAVES

FAMILY: Mother, Father, brothers, sisters
HISTORY: Where has your character been? What was it like growing up? This should be pretty well thought out and meaty, not just general.

(((230 words at least)))

WE'RE DEVILS AND BLACK SHEEP, REALLY BAD EGGS

THEME SONG: Thirty Seconds To Mars - This Is War
ANYTHING ELSE?: ---

WE'RE BEGGARS AND BLIGHTERS

YOUR NAME/ALIAS: Brenda
AGE: Seventeen
WAYS TO CONTACT YOU: Feather Rochelle
TIME ZONE: EST
READ THE RULES?: Yep - pizza tacos!
RP SAMPLE: She had needed to escape the cramped space of her apartment. Alas, it wasn't much, but it was the place she called home when all else failed. After pulling on her yoga pants, sliding on a shirt, and sliding her arms through her jacket, she grabbed her phone and her keys before exiting the apartment and locking it behind her. Within only moments, her tall but slender figure was jogging through the darkened streets of Shreveport. She focused on the sound her shoes made as they hit the paved sidewalk and of course, where she was going. She was wary but not to the point of jumping every time a shadow moved. Surprisingly, she was hardly concerned about what lay waiting in the shadows, but she was concerned about something else.

Why be concerned with what goes bump in the night when you have things like bills, the possibility of an ugly past catching up with you, and a loan shark or two to worry about? Desperate times, in her mind, called for desperate measures. Suicide by hitman. The thought alone made a nervous giggle bubble in the depths of her throat. This wasn't to say that she was the one with the hitman problem. It was a mere passing thought, but she still entertained said thought. Run, baby, run!

The lone thought flickered through her mind like a dying flame. Despite her inner turmoils that, in actuality, had no purpose in even picking at the tattered remnants of her tired brain, she was quite the looker. Long, dark, curly hair that was the color of a raven's wings, twin pools of hazel, and long, shapely legs. The outfit she wore, despite it being her running outfit, only accented her slender yet curvy figure. Even so, beneath the beauty of the damsel, lay a sleeping beast. Fiery yet uncertain, outspoken yet frightened, intelligent yet lacking in self-confidence, and opinionated yet haunted. She was a walking contradiction that could just as easily be unraveled.

Closing her eyes and managing to keep stride, she silently prayed for a miracle that would never come. A distraction would probably even help her by this point. With her eyes finally open and her heart racing, she took a detour into the neighboring woods. She wanted nothing more than to curl up on the pine needles and breathe in the aromatic scent of pine. It reminded her of many things that she couldn't quite put her finger on any longer. A perfect chapter laid to rest. Sighing quietly, she finally decided to sit down beneath the shadow of a towering, pine tree.

She began the slow process of catching her breath by drawing in one steady breath after another. "The day that this roller coaster of a life calms down will be the day I'll be burnt out beyond a doubt. Drinking age minimum? My ass.." She muttered beneath her breath as her legs stretched out in front of her. Dark hair hid the pallid features of her face from view as she began to take in one gentle breath after another. A large part of her missed Canada but deep down, she felt as if something was drawing her to the town she now lived in.

DRINK UP, ME 'EARTIES, YO HO

This application was made by serpent on the brilliant site Caution. The lyrics are from "Yo Ho (A Pirate's Life for me)" written by Xavier Atencio for the Pirates of the Caribbean attractions at Disney's parks. It was also heard in the movies. Please don't remove these credits.

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