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Lazarus


The Graveyard Tigrean
Owner: Possum

Age: 10 years, 3 months, 1 week

Born: July 23rd, 2016

Adopted: 1 year, 2 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: August 25th, 2025

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 15
     
  • Defense: 15
     
  • Speed: 13
     
  • Health: 11
     
  • HP: 11/11
     
  • Intelligence: 4
     
  • Books Read: 4
  • Food Eaten: 1
  • Toys Played: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


The Undying

I was nursing one hell of a migraine on the morning that Subject H escaped from the compound of Torchlight Technologies. Since I wasn't in the laboratory compound, I was there to hear the alarms going off... which wasn't great for my condition. I wasn't worried about the implications of an escaped experiment, though. It's hard to kill me.
My name is Lucien Reynolds. I'm part of Torchlight Technologies' Research & Development sector. And up until that fateful February morning, I was the new project lead for 'Mutandis' - an ongoing project exploring the next step in human evolution; simply put, we tested mutants and their abilities. Most of our test subjects were children. I had been one of them, once.
And who better than to lead Mutandis? "Greg Rastin"? Another immortal? I wouldn't trust that Russian prick with my life. Guy had come from "the Motherland" sometime in the 1940s, maybe the 1950s. He was now clean-shaven, but anyone with half a brain could tell he bore more than a passing resemblance to the man who had doomed the Romanovs. Of course, this was all before my time. But I've done the research.
Back to me, though. Lucien Reynolds, also known as the "Undying". Because... well, I can't die. Not by any method they tested on me in my youth, anyhow. Sever a limb? I'll bleed for a while, but it stops and the limb can easily be reattached. I can heal wounds I obtain by 'absorbing' life-force from organic matter. Cut my artery shaving? Just grab one of the mice I keep in a terrarium in my quarters. They wither and die, and I'm peachy-keen. Notice I've got a few more grey hairs? Put a hand on the lawn - there might suddenly be a handprint-shaped patch of dead grass... but I won't be needing hair dye anytime soon.
This ability has its drawbacks, of course. No intimacy - I accidentally killed my own mother with a hug when I was ten years old, and that's how I ended up at Torchlight.

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