Mortal: Twenty one
True: One hundred sixty four.
Wealthy Entrepreneur and Artist
Lazarus is 5'9", weighing at 120lbs, with golden eyes, a pale complexion, and curly light brown hair, left uncut. His formal attire is a loose top, a pair of trousers, with a short vest over top of it, and a pair of shoes. His accessories include an Independent Clan's pendant and a narrow leather belt. The whole ensemble is coordinated in brown and gold. His informal/casual attire includes a dark grey simple shirt, crisp black trench coat, knee high laced combat boots with his hair pulled back in a ponytail.
Although his physical appearance screams 'arrogant aristocrat' Lazarus is actually quite awkward. He always arrives five minutes ahead of time and has to know everyone in the room before he is comfortable being within it. He never goes out of his way to socialize and whenever he has a speech he feels anxious and nauseous through the whole thing, a reason why his speeches barely pass thirty minutes max. He finds himself gravitating towards where he shouldn't be lurking, curious as to what goes on inside churches, what the humans might think of him. He never enjoyed the thought of instilling fear upon mortals and tries his best to befriend them. He tends to have a poor choice in friends, allowing those to come and go as they please, sometimes stealing from him other times lying to him for his wealth. He, unlike some vampire kind, earned his status as a vampire, working long and hard underneath a cruel vampire lord, before the vampire master thought he deserved the 'eternal comfort' of vampirism. He's shy when exposing his fangs as he still thinks of himself as a human..with a slight malfunction.
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