Forgive me, I may be rusty.
Name: Lanzo Maximus Zahne
Age: 24
Gender: M
Appearance: Standing at a “tall” 5’7 ½, Lanzo looks taller than he is simply because of how he carries himself. Head held high and back held straight, his dark brown eyes almost never look to the ground. He keeps his jet-black hair in a unique cut, spikey but irregularly so, – one that he does himself with one of his weapons when it gets too long. His face is devoid of facial hair outside of the obvious eyebrows; unless, of course, you count the giant dark mustache that he keeps well groomed just above his top lip.
He usually wears light armor, enough to allow him the maximum amount of movement possible while still protecting vital organs from some pain. Over his armor he wears a leather vest, usually kept open. This open vest is the only piece of clothing he wears on his upper body when in “neutral” or non-threatening locations – places where he’s not likely to die, for instance. His pants are the same as his shirt; enough armor to protect while allowing him to make quick, precise movements if necessary.
He’s in great shape, and takes pride in maintaining that look.
Personality: The best word to describe Lanzo would be arrogant. The man is arrogant to the point instability, insanity, and even in-hey,thisiskindafunny-ity. His view of himself is rather massive, to the point where he cannot take any criticism. Not in the normal way of getting upset either, he actually thinks that they’re doing it for some obscure reason like trying to get him to fit in better by seeming less amazing. In other words, his subconscious is constantly creating lies to protect his massive ego.
If you can get past his crippling arrogance and greed (hey, he’s so amazing everything should belong to him, right?) then he’s not such a bad guy. He’s not evil, for instance; he’d never harm children, small animals, or innocent women. He also believes that war is “not always the best idea,” though for the life of him he just can’t seem to really put his heart into peace talks.
When he isn’t talking about himself he likes listening to stories. Those tales about beautiful places, hopes and dreams, and glorious battles intrigue him the most. This and the rare pensive moments are about the only time he is quiet – it’s been said he even talks about himself in his dreams.
History: Born to the clan leader of a small village known as Dunfirth, Lanzo had a pretty spoiled life. His father was a good, well-respected, but powerfully intimidating leader so the people all made sure to treat him with respect and shower him with praise that he really didn’t earn. Not that he realized that: growing up hearing all the constant glory made him think that he really deserved it all. He grew to love it, and constantly put himself in positions that he would hear more, whether that be in going hunting with the clan’s best hunters (where they protected him and let him have the last blow) or lending a hand in cooking the night’s feast (he’s actually pretty darn good at this).
Still, he decided that the life of a clan leader wasn’t his true calling, and so set off into the real world. It couldn’t be, of course, the world needed to witness his amazing self. Plus, he must have some grand true calling, or else why would fate make him so great? And so his people bid him a sad adieu (they actually really liked the brat).
For about a year he was having the time of his life. Going from place to place to see the various wonders the natural earth had to offer, going from bar to bar listening to stories of wonder that led him to even greater sights, going from road to road beating up thugs preying on merchants – for some coin, of course. All in all, you’d be surprised just how easy it was to get by with the confidence that there was just no way he could fail.
Then he went to visit a wizened old hermit he heard tales about and found his first taste of true defeat. Defeat wouldn’t really be the best word to describe it either; Lanzo got his booty handed to him on a silver platter.
For about a month he wallowed around in self-pity, thinking that perhaps he wasn’t the end-all be-all. His savior came in the form of a knife thrown haphazardly in the middle of a fight – a knife that was heading straight for a kid. With incredible reaction time the dark-haired young man grabbed the knife. The resultant praise from the mother and those watching was enough to rise up an old feeling, and he realized what had happened: fate had intervened to pick him back up and put him back on the right path. What was he doing before, trying to fight with a sword, when his true calling was with throwing weapons? Besides, if he couldn’t beat someone now it just meant he had to wait for his (supposedly) massive, unending potential to catch up.
Lanzo Maximus Zahne is the most important person in this world; the people just didn’t know it yet. But they would, they would.
Hometown: Dunfirth
Weapon:
Leah the meteor hammer: Leah, a meteor hammer, is basically two weights connected by a chain. A very quick, easy to conceal, and hard to master weapon, Leah is deadly in the right hands. “She” can be used to keep opponents at a distance while performing a variety of attacks.
Element: Water
Magic Tricks[SUP]Spells[/SUP]:
Clean Up Time!: Uses water to clean his wounds / speed up the healing process. This spell is great at keeping away those pesky, life threatening infections.
Splash!: Warm water, splashed usually right in his opponents face. Good at getting away from those sticky melee situations. Sometimes cold water, when his opponent is being extra frisky.
Breathe baby, breathe!: He can create a bubble of oxygen around his and up to one other person’s head. Extra mana can be spent to create a snorkel of sorts to replenish the oxygen.
Other: The people of Dunfirth look down upon magic, so when he found out he could also use magic he took to believing / calling them “tricks.”