Lezard Valeth

Name: Valeth, Lezard

Age: My soul has been taken out and put in a homunculous (Not FMA Homunculus...>_>) as of now, 22
Mortality Position: Immoral
Personality:That the world is a game is an excuse used by more than one soul to explain away precisely -why- they find the ideas of mundane thought to be alternately boring and hysterical, but it is again applied to Lezard Valeth. Take a mind gifted with a proper intellect and give it room to grow, and then introduce to it the lure that all of reality could be understood and controlled-one only had to study it from the proper angle. This mind would belong to a young boy born in the shadow of the towers of the Flenceburg Academy of Sorcery. The key? Magic.

Lezard possesses just enough intellect to see past the games of breakfast, lunch and bed, and not quite enough to know that buckling down and working to control the world was a far safer venue that setting yourself up as a demonic lord. But to hear it from him, the latter itself would be foolishness; there are far greater prizes to be won than kingdoms or even gods. Lezard has an ambition which burns inside him to possess reality itself, and to those ends there is nothing sacred. All those who would cling to the practice of gaining traditional power or worshiping deities who seem so weak on their own thrones are considered lacking in ambition by the mage, who tends to see rules and restrictions as challenges for growth.

Appearance:I am teh guy D: Lezard stands at only average height for a man, but makes up for it in sheer bearing alone. His face is too rounded about the chin to have the classical and dangerously sharp features, although he remedies this by the clipping of his pale hair to a decent chin length. His glasses have heavy rims and his clothes, several inches of nothing but insulation or pouches, causing the necromancer to look actually rather like a dowdy researcher from a dusty tower somewhere. Close enough such an assumption may be, but the expression in Lezard's eyes in one, which few would match to a normal bookworm. If it were not for the fact that he laughs so much-or possibly even despite it-one could imagine him to be enraged by how intense his gaze can be once attracted to a subject, and by just how much it demands to be granted anything and everything on the spot.

Class: Sorcerer/Necromancer.

Bio: "The flesh is expendable-more than that, it is a limit only those with no ambition would choose to obey. Death is just a beginning. Why stop there?"

The concepts of dark arts are laughable for Lezard, who sees no such thing as good or evil. Morality, in his eyes, is set down by the gods to be followed by quaking mortal sheep, and if you need not obey them then why should you abstain? For this reason, it is quite simple for the man to perform deeds which could be considered perversions of nature or of justice-why bother stopping? Who was going to catch you? Odin? Well, if you were weak enough or shortsighted enough to be stopped by a -god-, then you deserved your fate.

Understandably, Lezard thinks of the divine as being nothing more than overgrown humans who have power that they should keep better watch over lest it be taken from them. There is no reason in his eyes as to why a human cannot attain that level, particularly not when the gods pluck away souls and then bind them to their wants.

By the same token, Lezard suffers from feeling as if there are no absolutes in the world. He occasionally tires of his own games, knowing by his own logic that reality is only what he is reaching for, and if he should put his side of the playing pieces down then there are no stories of justice or morals to rally him back. He is far too proud to resort to giving into such illusions, however,

What do you do when you see the seams of the world and also see just how frail they truly are? When you can shake out the game of mortal lives and bind it to your own ambition to give it its only worth, what rule is there to command you when the nights are quiet and the rewards not as bright as they had once seemed to be?

You entertain yourself. Lezard has no intentions yet of giving into the same despair which his own logics have brought him to, and if his laughter is a little too wild and a little too out of control-forgive him, he's only having a long day.

Lezard also has a noted lack of patience, expecting other people to at least be enrolled in whichever task they claim to be intent on. Those who will not either admit to having no interest or no purpose in being involved with a subject are only wastes of time. When the necromancer has a more relaxed schedule, he does not mind being diverted, but when he is fixed upon a task he demands for it to be completed and to the flames can be resigned any who do not intend to help or get out of his way. Because of this, many can be put off by Lezard's mannerisms, which swing from utterly playful to ruthlessly in demand for them to perform appropriately. His life in a complete disarray he follows his own.

The mage also enjoys amused whining and being utterly off-balance in his approach to others. At heart, he knows that he would rather be seen in thrall to a baker's cart than actually resist fulfilling one of his plans due to mere complaints, but it's far too entertaining to watch other people react. For a man with such a sense of pride, he gives up a surprising amount in just how silly he can get-incomprehensible to all save those who see just how sensitive he can get when his intellectual capacities, the true root of his vanity, are mocked and assumed lacking.

You can't be both a Necromancer and a Sorcerer and you have to be able to die one way or another.

I dont have much to summon anyway. Im a sorcerer. And of course I can die the body is just immortal as in the original homunculus concept (thats why I said the body of a Humunculous D: Just cut of my head, simple enough right? and my soul will just float around. unless someone is there to put it in a crystal for me :0

Ok, then, approved...