Lazarus Devereaux

Lazarus is often very stuck up, having grown up rich. He tends to be picky and sarcastic, but never intentionally mean. He's smart as well.

Lazarus is a man of short stature, yet lanky and skinny in conjunction. He's deathly pale with red eyes and brunette hair. Small gray strands peppered through, but weren't as noticeable as his white forelock that took center stage. He has circular glasses, but wears then out of necessity rather than fashion. A harsh burn scar covers the right half of his face. He wore nice clothes, a nice slightly yellowed button up shirt, black slacks and dress shoes, the red socks slightly visible between the two. He always wore different colors of suit vests, but his favorite is of a luxurious purple with lilac pinstripes. Over that he wears a deep, almost blackish brown jacket with a red internal lining.

Lazarus was born in France, 1848. He grew up as a member of the bourgeoisie as his father was a successful businessman, so he grew up very privileged. He even went on to be a lawyer in his adult life. It was also at a young age he discovered he was gay. Not wanting to possibly lose his privileged position in life he kept it a secret, going as far as to marry a woman named Katherine when he was just 25.

It was far from a happy marriage. Lazarus was incompetent when it really came down to it as he had no real emotional connection to her other than the need to keep his reputation clean. The only thing really keeping that marriage together was their son, Atticus. Lazarus had affair after affair with other men, mostly of the artist variety. Poets, painters and the lot. Tired and resentful of her husbands infidelity Katherine finally snapped, poisoning his wine. He died, obviously, and was considered missing. But he mysteriously rose from the shallow grave Katherine buried him in as a vampire just a few months later.

Overwhelmed with the craving of blood and revenge he attacked and killed Katherine, accidentally turning her into a vampire as well. With both of them being turned and still having a child to take care of, Atticus joined this little mess of a vampire family.

Wanting to get out of France he took Atticus with him, moving to America near the latter half of the 1800. Going out for his usual nightly hunt for blood in what seemed like another night in 1935, he met another man. Edward, a writer for the local newspaper. Lazarus quickly fell in love with the man, despite Edward being married. But, another one of his affairs started.

That was until the 1940s rolled around. Edward was drafted in World War 2, splitting the two up. But both remained hopefully they'd meet again. And in what felt like a wooden stake to the heart for Lazarus, Edward died overseas. Heart broken, he kept as much as he could that Edward had gifted or given him. Telegrams, flowers, anything. The most important item he had managed to get a hold of through a friend Edward made were his dog tags, which he brought with him everywhere.

After days of not feeding on blood, Lazarus was delirious. He couldn't die like that, but it wasn't fun either. In his confusion he opened one of the curtains in the mansion he and Atticus resided in, accidently burning half his face due to the sun, leaving a nasty scar. After that he swore he'd never love another, as it was a void in his heart only Edward could fill.