Username;Coradrawa
Name;Vol La
Gender;Male
What does this Lapidi like to do?This Lapidi loves to mess around with creating new poison and trying to combine poison and fire into a stone that won't destroy one of the elements of the rune stone.
He also loves to do a bit of cooking, mostly making pizzas and Victoria sponges over a stove. Though it took him ages to perfect it.
Personality;Vol is a bit of a anti-social lapidi but he doesn't mind customers or even people coming over to try his cooking. But if you manage to be-friend him he is actually very friendly and always tries to make his friends smile. But if he and a friend is around someone he does not know he instantly acts like a butt, basically someone super grumpy.
Extra;History;Vol was orphaned at a very young age. He never knew his parents and used to draw lots of pictures of what he imagined his parents to look like. Also as a child he thought he
was a dragon, not a dragon-like Lapidi. So his whole fantasy came crashing down when someone eventually told him he was a lapidi.
But while he grew up he was the outcast at school and was bullied a lot. So this resulted in him learning to make mild-poisons which would cause his bullies to become ill and throw up. He made a better poison then that which resulted in the bullies immune system to crash and for them to get very ill for a few hours.
Soon the bullying eased up when they learnt it was Vol's fault that was happening, but they had no proof to get Vol in trouble.
Soon Vol made it to the top of the hierarchy of school and because of that, people tried to befriend him but he re-fused everyone. But the only reason he was that high up is because he wanted to prove a point he was better then everyone else, so he poisoned most who he thought did not respect him until they did.
So he himself turned into a bit of a bully.
When school life was over and Vol could leave the orphanage. He decided to live in a cave made by a dormant volcano. He dug a hole there in which he could observe the molten rock and turn it into a cooking stove.
Winds of high
To be able to fly
And let out a cry
I just truly wonder why
For the smoking lands
And grey sands.
Or the sad bands.
I wonder why they hold hands.
