Aeon Lizar

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• Basic Info

  • Name: Aeon Lizar
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: Novarion
  • Favourite food: sugar pickled peaches (sweets)
  • Least liked foods: onions, beets, radishes
  • Fears: lightning and flying

• Appearance

  A five foot, eight inches tall lizardman. With bluish-green to greenish-blue scales on the topside, and pale, cream white coloured scales on his underside. A blood red horn juts out from the tip of his nose, and chin. Similar, smaller, horns run along each brow and up the top of a small frill (like that of a triceratops, but much smaller) where they are considerably larger. On each side a large sail runs back off from the back end of his jaw bones, and a similar, larger sail runs down his neck To the tip of his tail, growing smaller as it nears the tip. He has Two, five fingered, red clawed hands and three-toed feet with dexterous red claws. Along his ankle are three spikes of the same colour as all other horns and claws. Half way down his tail is a set of three large spikes, followed by spikes down the sides of the tail, leading to the tip which houses the largest spike on his body. Feathers adorn his shoulders in mass like that of a mantle.
  
  Aeon can be found most times wearing an old worn out cloak with a hood to conceal his visage.

• Skills and abilities

  Twin axe mastery: He is very versatile with his weapons. He never goes anywhere without them.
  
  Armaments: His time in the facility under his training held more then just basic weights and hand to hand combat practise. He learned the full basic arsenal and can use everything from a handgun to sniper rifles, from a jeep to tanks. Only thing he doesn't know how to use is a jet. Wouldn't matter any ways. He hates flying. Oh how he hates flying worse then Mr.T.
  
  hand to hand combat: Having the posture of a man and a beast increase his skills immensely, giving him the advantage whether on two legs or on all four. considering his maw shape into the account one must be careful under any circumstance around this beast. His feet being three toed and quite versatile, able to act almost as second hands with powerful grasps, but they lack a thumb digit to them so past grasping they can't usually do fancy tricks.
  
  Immune system: An immune system so strong it is near impenetrable by any disease.
  
  Flame breath: He breathes fire. Don't piss off the lizard.
  
  Beastial strength and agility: Near godly strength and agility makes him one of the most dangerous beings you would ever face.
  
  prehensile tail: Spiky and full of muscle, it is capable of wrapping around an ankle and flinging objects of 200 kilos around seven feet into the air.
  
  Regeneration: Has a fast regeneration rate, able to heal a limb in a day, scratches instantly, and deep cuts in seconds. This leaves him at a young age for many many years, he is not immortal just able to live for thousands of years.
  
  Draconic ascension: His scales turn a shade of black and his power reaches the ascension of what can only be described as a monster. It only activates when he is angry at this moment as he has no idea how to control it. He does gain the use of some skills though in this form
  
  *Draconic ascension only*
  Dark slash: As he swings it breaks the sound barrier, causing his slashes and charges to push the air forward in a form of extended range attack. This can only be done for swift short movements. He can not run at the speed of sound.
  
  Dark Pulse: A mutation thanks to the lightning strike and the experiments done on him. A pulse of electricity is sent out, electrifying all in range and causing an EMP effect. Why is it called dark pulse? The first time he used it was in a city and guess what all went out? It turned everything dark.

• History

  modern/sci-fi

  
  A soldier who gave his all for his country? No he was never that. Aeon was once human though, that much he was certain of. He remembers the face of his mother, his father, his old home. Upon returning he found it had been burned to the ground. You may ask what events have befallen this man now turned beast. Let me tell you.
  
  It was on a summer night, the storm blew in and it was like any other storm in the country side, wild and slightly terrifying but never suppose to be any real danger. He was in the house with his family, his mother who had just cooked dinner, his father just coming in from getting the sheep into the barns and then... A face he couldn't remember. He forgot who they were but he knew they existed. He knew they were there and he was so definite on it he refused to believe otherwise.
  
  It was during this peaceful scene his world was shattered. Lightning struck the house setting it on fire and electrocuting everything inside. Everything from there is a haze. For months he was on life support, soon years. six years in the bed leaving him at twenty-four. A woman came to him, his mind had only just recently returned. She asked him if he would like to move again, to walk, to hold his loved ones. Being only able to blink his eyes he could only give yes, no, maybe, I don't know, and ask in a different way. Though why would it matter stating that. With no resistance he agreed, not caring what the risks, though he was told.
  
  Years went by as he once more was left motionless, though as time went on he was soon able to move fine, though his muscle mass wasn't appropriate to walk outside the tube he had been suspended in. Soon he was released into an open area to run and jump and do as he wished, and run he did. It became customary for him now. Sleep in the tube, spend all day running and training in the wide open area. Soon another human was brought in and it was then he realised he was no longer human. his strength was far superior, his skin different, he had a tail, claws, and upon touching his face he realised how much different he was now. As time went on he began losing his memories but no one could figure out why. A side effect it was concluded. Every day he forgot more and more of his past but latched on to the precious memories he had of his mother and father, and them. Their face erased but their presence remembered. It was during an attack on the base he was set free. The lady who had originally brought him here helped him to escape. "Keep yourself hidden. The world has changed much in the time you were in a coma." She threw a large cloth at him to hide his form. Aeon ran and never looked back. He never questioned what they really were, were they military? Navy? Airforce? Or were they rebels? He would never know.
  

  
  
  

  Fantasy

  
  There once was a man who had everything. He thanked the gods tirelessly for the blessings he had, thanked them for making his life so wonderful and would pray every night for it to continue, not for his sake but for those around him so they may enjoy such things as peace. Then everything changed on that one day. The gods above warred and brought calamity to the lands below, slaughtering millions as they fought one another. The ones most effected were those of his village. His wife, daughter, mother, father, and even his twelve brothers before him, all killed.
  
  In his sorrow grew insanity and from his insanity grew hatred, hatred to the gods, and from his hatred the darkness grasped, scraping for the surface. He sought power greater then anything anyone could know, all in an attempt to kill the gods above. It was from this insanity he searched the lands and threw away his humanity to grasp power. Word of this man spread and soon found its way to a man hidden in the darkest reaches. This man's name was Michel de Nostradame. Nostradamus as most would know him eventually. The man found Aeon unconscious and gagged him with a cloth dipped in poison. Waking to the sudden intrusion he soon fell back asleep as it filled his lungs.
  
  Days went by, weeks, and the man performed experiments on the dazing in and out Aeon, soon a frankenstein, but then giving the ability to regenerate, restoring him to his original body, but this came with a price. As he regenerated over and over again, being tested to his limitations of how far he could regenerate his body began morphing more and more into that of a lizard.
  
  It was due to the seizing of Nostradomus's property by the government that he had been freed. They placed him in prison with no narcotics or poisons to keep him at bay. The man responsible for his transformation pleaded for them to do so but he was chained in a jail cell by his arms in a herculean fashion to await the punishment of god, being seen as a demon and a being of sin. The poison ran through his veins but was slowly draining out. By nightfall he was now able to think. Upon daybreak he began gaining his new strength from his morphed body. He did not wish to break free though. Not yet. He was aware of the fate laid before him, as he heard the whispers of the guards outside his cell that night.
  
  Dragged out to the cross he let them nail him to the wood, crying out at the pain but not yet. He glared at those around him in anger at what they were doing to him. These godly followers must see a true demon he thought. When the pyre was lit and the flames tickled his feet he struggled, trashing in a false attempt to escape. The flames grew to his feet, legs, wasit. They now sat at his stomach charring him, though he regenerated just as fast. The people stared with hate filled eyes, scared of what they did not know. It was time. He ripped his feet from the nails, then his hands, all in fluid motions without even batting an eyelash. Dropping into the fire he witnessed excruciating pain like no other but walked out all the same. His body burned black. The scales took this charred look for themselves and fuelled by his anger, became a permanent part of him. He now returns to this state when he is enraged. This day was known as the day of wrath.
  
  It was hard, being a lizard-man beast. He had to wear a cloak and re-learn how to speak, though his voice would be forever off. Try as he may, finding his creator was difficult and as he tried to recall things they were blank. The constant poisoning had left his brain with slight, though not permanent, amnesia. The one thing he remembered best though was his hate for the gods. He eventually found his house, barren and empty, he searched for his grave and research. It had been stowed away in the Notre Dame. His carnage through the beloved national monument was known as the second coming of wrath.
  
  Now with the man's notes he soon found out he had been a man before, but one that held hatred towards the gods of such immenseness it drove him insane. A list of what he was capable of and even his strengths and weaknesses, all piled in the notes. It was while he was in the park going through these notes, drabbed in his cloak, a young girl would come to sit by him. She was no more then fifteen but she talked to him, asked him who he was, where he was from, why he hid under the cloak. Even after all the questions and silence remained she still stayed by his side. It became close to nightfall and she stood to leave. "Will I see you here again?" She asked of him, though his face still hidden he felt himself nodding, unsure to why.
  
  Once again he was at the bench and once more she came by. They sat in silence for the first bit but then she began asking questions about the papers. He tried his best to answer, coming to new understandings himself even, he even learned her name was Michelle. He began feeling something near the end of the day which he had not felt in a long time. Days went by and soon she brought him lunch, though he could hunt being brought home cooked food was something he felt blessed to have. Since his rebirth he had not once cried. As he took a bite into the bred it became soggy as tears streamed down his face. Slight sobs could be heard and she merely smiled.
  
  It was that night while she was heading home. Aeon felt uneasy. There had been rumours of a murderer attacking women and leaving them naked in the streets, evident they had been done away with after he had defiled them. He took to the roofs and watched her as she travelled home. He had done this before but only once when there had been some guys who had come over to try and swoon her and wouldn't easily take no for an answer. This night would have changed everything. As she was passing an ally ropes shot out from the alleyway and covered her, dragging her in faster then she could scream. Aeon jumped to the streets and into the alley. The scene he saw sent him into a rage as his scales turned to black. A single man held the ropes that bound her, holding a gloved hand over her mouth, his body pinning her to the wall as the other one wrestled with her skirt to drag it up. The murderer realized Aeon was there and realised her, turning on him in a flash. He drew a sword and cut away his cloak as Aeon struck forward taking the blow as a slash across his chest. His maw clamping down onto the mans neck.
  
  The man had no means to protect himself, nor evade his fate and went limp in seconds as blood drained from the wounds. upon letting him go the remainder of his cloak that still hid his face partially was dragged off revealing his true form beneath. Michelle still on the ground watched as his wound healed and his scales turned back to their normal bluish green colouration. He tried to run but she called out. "Wait." he couldn't help but freeze, though he did not face her. "Will you be there?" She asked. "Tomorrow. Will you be there once again?" He could not answer and leapt to the roofs. He did watch her get home, but remained out of sight.
  
  The next day he did not reveal himself, hidden under a new cloak he had stolen, he left the gold for it in the shop. Michelle was there sitting at the bench. how he wanted to but couldn't bring himself to. Two days, she returned, three she came back again with food, fourth day she was there again. He still couldn't bring himself to go but as he was hiding behind a tree, snarling at his own weakness she pounced on him from behind. The shock left him breathless and unable to react. "Found you." She called. "I knew you were here somewhere." unable to give himself a reason why not he returned to the bench, though this time without the papers. The two sat in silence for the longest time but she was the first to break the ice. "So, those notes. They were all about you?" She asked. "Yes." "And you are trying to figure out what you are I am guessing?" Her voice meek as she tip-toed around each question. "Yes." He couldn't bring himself to answer any more, fearing his voice would fail him. "Well thank you." she moved in closer then she had ever been before and her head intruded under his hood to plant a kiss to his scaly cheek. She drew back quickly and giggled out "Cold." Him on the other hand took a few seconds to realize what had happened. Upon realizing it he reacted quite boomingly, scrambling to make his way off the other end of the bench but falling off head first. She called out "Are you ok?" As she quickly made her way over to make sure no one around could see his face past her.
  
  He slowly got up and realigned his hood and sat down once more, though fidgety and not knowing what to say. She on the other hand did. "You are no monster and to me you need not hide your face." She closes the gap again as she stands in front of him with his head hung low. "My savior is my guardian angel after all, no matter what form you take."
  
  This event opened the doors of their relationship and soon enough he was attending church, though he was weary he soon found himself a believer and deemed those gods of past that he hated to be demons and angels warring against one another. Soon he made his way to the priest and repented his sins, asking for forgiveness of god and revealed his form. The priest, taken aback at first listened to the man's tale and soon deemed it the work outside his control and that god would be more then willing to bless him should he take the righteous path. Even he would be able to ascend to the palace of heaven one day.
  
  From that moment on Aeon devoted himself to the church, offering his service to slay demons and kill fallen angels. he soon found in this that if he killed a demon that had absorbed souls that he could in turn absorb those souls, and with them scraps of his memories would fill back in. Days went by, weeks, three years went by and in his service he had recovered all of his memories. The priest even asked Aeon if he would wish to marry, though the ceremony would only be known by those of the church. In his excitement he agreed and soon would marry Michelle.
  
  A half a year went by after their marriage and she was pregnant with his child. Walking through the market, whose shop owners had slowly begun realizing what he really was but became familiarized with his appearance, though he was still under a hood as their were customers always browsing. it was on a sunny day, the pair had been walking through the ally to get to the other side, he was carrying the basket of fruits and bread when she was stabbed from behind. he dropped the baskets and clung to her calling her name. "My dear Aeon. Please don't let this taint you again. You truly are one of gods greatest souls." Her words getting weaker and weaker as she spoke, her hand placed against his cheek as he held it tight, though it soon grew heavy and fell against the ground, lifeless. Anger boiled up though the assailant was in the streets. They began screaming out "MONSTER! MONSTER HAS MURDERED A WOMAN!" He glared at the man in anger and his scales began turning but two white lights he was to familiar with bobbed in front of his face a large one and a small one that glowed brighter then any he had seen. it was Michelle's and his child's souls. Tears continued to stream down his face but the scales remained normal.
  
  In one swift motion he chomped onto their souls. What he gained from the two burned through him all the way to his back and as he felt he couldn't take any more pain wings sprouted from his back. Not giving a second though he flapped his wings and soared into the sky with Michelle's body in his hands. Amongst the clouds his cloak was torn away by the wind to reveal his form. He nuzzled against her, wishing it weren't true. He took her to the church directly after where they buried her. "Anger my son is a human emotion. The one who did this is not one looked after by god." The priest told. "In every right do you have to bring him to justice." But Aeon was to heart broken.
  
  For years he locked himself in a room at the basement of Notre Dame, a hidden weapon from the world and always kept fed, his animal instincts not allowing him to starve to death, though he hated them.
  
  It is now the year 2020 and a girl by the name of Jessica has befriended the monster once more. She is the spitting image of Michelle and has drawn him out of hiding to view the world once again, to be that great soul his deceased wife saw in him and protect all those from the threat of the fallen.
  

• Personality

  He is well reserved, proper, a gentleman to a fault. Aeon would rather cut off his own head then To do anything vile. He is not against hitting a woman though. A lady, or young maiden he would never, but a woman he finds vile would very much care for their words around him. He enjoys time in the wild, where his instincts tell him to be, but he enjoys the finer things in life, or more so providing it. An odd thing indeed but serving another Aeon finds quite fulfilling.

• General stats

  Battle stats

  Strength		Stamina
  Intellect		pain tolerance
  Speed		Reflexes
  Luck		Regeneration

  Skills

  Stealth		Quick thinking
  Wisdom		Cooking
  Sewing		Organization
  Medical