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Mostly Torian, trace of Black Arms
A small, directionally-challenged alien, Lazlo Derriai, commonly known as Laz, was born on the planet Toria. With parents in the government, he observed how expressing oneself too much had negative effects, and quickly forced himself to and raised on the idea that expressing oneself too much would lead to fatal disaster. Often humble and clumsy, he lacks self-confidence, but loves gaining friendships and hopes that one day he'll finally be able to come out of his shell. After a strange occurence that caused a freak mutation, Laz fled his homeworld in fear of further isolation and potential punishment from the invading Black Arms.
Nicknames/Aliases: Lazlo, Lazzy, Laz(zy)-chan, Lazh'va Ia K'nati (Saranj nickname)
Alignment: True Neutral
Blood Type: A
Build: Almost impossibly slim, without any hint of his gender.
Residence: Wandering space, hoping to find a permanent home somewhere
Occupation: Former bartender
Marital Status: Single, never plans to marry
Hobbies/Talents: Drawing, reading comic books, learning new things, good with technology. Can balance himself on his tail for about a minute before falling and hurting himself.
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Timid, quiet, shy, clumsy, fragile (physically/emotionally/mentally), uncertain, artsy, helpful, kind, accepting, hopeful, nervous, understanding, a great listener, vegetarian, people-pleaser, pushover, prepared, willing, anxious, and sometimes frantic, especially when things go wrong. With friends, he is happier and more confident.
Voice: Considered high for a man, and lower for a woman, Laz's voice is wonderfully musical, and a delight to listen to. His English, nigh impeccable before, has been slightly tainted by the slang from interactions with the PA.
Stamina: His weak, fragile body structure inhibits his physical capabilities greatly, and so he needs lots of rest. He doesn't shirk from labor, but deeply hates it (never admitting to it, though). He oversleeps often.
Fur/Scale/Feather Colour: Orange
Skin Colour (ie Muzzle/Arms/Beak): Pale tan
Eye Colour: Black (third eye: red-orange)
Hair/Quill/Feather Style: Very short, loosely-spiked at the top of his head
Nose: No visible black nose, just nostrils
Ears: Small, human-like
Tail: Very long
Other Bodily Features: Third eye, but unlike Black Doom's, it can't be removed.
Any Piercings/Tattoos/Scars/Birthmarks?: None
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Following a neutral path to stay out of danger, Laz tries not to rival or make enemies with anyone.
For twelve years, Laz lived a normal life on planet Toria. When the Black Arms invaded, his family was targeted quickly due to his parents' involvement in the government. He was able to escape with the assistance of his parents before they were taken away, and he found an abandoned warehouse to hide out in. Only coming out to try to find food or something to drink, he remained in isolation for a week before his hiding spot was found out by a couple of patrolling soldiers.
Luckily for him, they spoke English and were able to communicate with him. Instead of being killed on the spot, he was offered a job because of his young, able age. He decided to accept this job offering, desperate to live, and soon he was signed up to be a waiter of sorts, earning very little money, but enough to survive on.
Jumping ahead to age 17, Laz remained in his sub-par career, and though he was the youngest employed there, he earned high levels of respect from the adults for being so committed to his work.
One day as he was working, a fight broke out between a drunk civilian and a Black Arms soldier. As the civilian became more violent, the soldier went on the offensive, able to pin him down partially. He called out to the nearest employee, which was Laz, to come assist him, as there were no other troops in the location. He quickly went over, wanting to obey his superior's commands, but just as he went to the back of the soldier, the drunk pulled a dagger on the soldier, stabbing him straight through and partially into Laz as well. The soldier died almost instantly, and Laz was carted off to a hospital, where his wounds were treated. He was sent home later that day.
That night, he suffered an intense migrane, mostly concentrated on the front-center of his head. Having no medicine, he was helpless to ease the intense pain, and he lacked the strength to go back to the hospital. He managed to get through the night, but passed out after an hour. Waking up in the morning, his head felt odd, and his vision was strangely clearer than normal. Upon further examination in the mirror, he found that there was a large third eye upon his forehead.
Turns out, blood from the Black Arms soldier was transferred through their stab wounds, and because all Black Arms are made of Black Doom's DNA, a few strands of alien genetics was transferred into Laz's own. Realizing he was now a mutant--one that had a physical likeness to Toria's new leader--Laz knew he needed to do something quickly. Seeing anyone about this was out of the question, and trying to disguise such an obvious marking would be impossible.
Fearing for his reputation among his people and the Black Arms themselves, he decided to flee Toria and find another place to live. He quickly hijacked a Black Arms shuttle, managing to pilot it through space. He made only a few stops for food and rest, wrapping his forehead in what appeared to be a headband. He knew he would need to be far, far away from Toria to feel remotely at ease, so he continued his long, monotonous journey.
After undergoing a fuel emergency, Laz crash-landed the ship right in the middle of a strange meeting of sorts, where he currently undergoes the craziness that is Perverts Anonymous.
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