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30.08.14 23:34
Evolution Form: Lysandre Juri Zoran
Race: voodooist


The childhood of our dear Lysandre has been a dramatic one. With lots of adventures, a letter to Hogwarts, tragedies, love and, at the end, the revelation that he actually is not such a bastard, that he is a nice, cheesy and “friendship is da best thing ever, yolo.” guy... Oh, and let’s not forget the great final battle with sassyness and lots of useless destruction.
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Yeah, okay, maybe not... Absolutely not actually. First of all, just like any other kid, he never got his Hogwarts letter – probably lost somewhere – and he wasn’t an orphan. His face didn’t make the front page of a bad newspaper every other day. The kids didn’t know him. Just a regular kid, in a poor family.
Okay, a regular poor kid whom, from the French motherly side had a grandmother who, seeing  that the kid had what it took, taught him to call up on the spirits of dead people when he was four and the use of nice little dolls when he was five... Oh, and let’s not forget the uncle from the Croatian side who seemed to think the little guy might become a talented thief and took him under his watch when he was ten. All of that gives you a sixteen year old, voodoo practising teenager who had started a career has a known thief in his part of the town... Oh, and a food-loving bastard who actually succeeded in taking a culinary path in his schooling.
Yeah, not quite the most regular childhood... But still, he wasn’t a Harry Potter, a Katniss Everdeen or a Tris Prior. He was a messed up boy whose poor family gave two things: the feeling of not being normal, good – try to be in his parents place : your twelve years-old child talks to the air and plays with it while all your neighbours are screaming for his blood... And their missing earrings – and his love of money. Lysandre promised something to himself when he was something like eighteen: never be in need of cash. See, he is not so difficult to understand.
You can of course imagine how low he was on friends and social life. Teenage parties, going to the cinema with your huge group or even go shopping were not part of his routine. But he did take an enjoyment in going to the casino – where he won everything he could, stole every valuable thing he could grab and left before drawing attention. He is also a book lover – he could recite Hamlet to you without one fault – and loves to listen to music.

NOW :

Lysandre made a name for himself and actually lives of his stealing : he steals for somebody and the somebody pays him. Simple. But not quite the garantee of a long and smooth life. He travels a lot and never stays long anywhere.
Apart from that, you can sometimes see him sitting alone at a bar, drinking and drinking. Jolly good it does him, but it suits him. When he gets into trouble, he dissapearsduring a month or two, tries to find a decent job. But it always ends up the same : he gets a good offer, takes it and leaves.
Abilities

• First:
He is a necromancer : how jolly is that ? He just needs a bit of soil and his voice. He can only call one dead at a time and it's not like a zombie that he can then send to eat your brain/leg/finger/any part of your body he can reach, no, it's more like a spirit that appears and answer his questions, or just keeps him company. Yeah, he has deads instead of pets, so be happy when your kid only asks you a chihuaha.

• Second:
he can use voodoo dolls. So, he does need a little bit of you, yeah, a bit... Like a hair or your nails - but he does prefer hair. He only must have seen you once and has to know your full name. But then, he can't make you fly or die with his little puppet. He can, however, cause you a lot of pain. So be nice and don't slap him - even if he deserves it - because you, my friend, would then pass the next two hours rolling on you bed, praying for the agony to stop...
Not cool.
Important Events


05/04/1994 -> A god was born... Okay, more like an awkward douchebag.
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30.08.14 23:41
Inventory: My Potions
I will use them into the game


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Inventory: My Objects
I will use them into the game


Against Evil LocketWatersweets
Twins MirrorMagical Pen
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