Profile of Lazarus

Lazarus was built to kill; he is the wielder of a massive build that is well-toned from years of war, and tends to tower over other members of his species. He is a titan who walks with authority in his stride, and his presence is ominous, like that of a reaper coming to collect your soul. Optics are a deep, fiery orange hue, and he is swathed in a striking ebony pelt. Lazarus was born handsome and youthful, but evolved into something truly nightmarish. The flesh along his right flank and side is ravaged by the fire that claimed his home, and the rest of his nightmarish form is carved with various scars -- some of which are from the wars he fought, and others punishments inflicted by his father. One extends from the left side of his muzzle and is drawn with hatred across his lip (this was a mark from his father), and is the most prominent; others are scattered across his hide. Lazarus’s voice is deep and gravelly, and he tends to draw his syllables out. He doesn’t often speak, but when he does, it is usually done so with strong intent.


Other:

- Voice claim is James Spader as Ultron

- Has a bit of a cough from the fire that occasionally makes an appearance

His heart is colder than ice and his will stronger than fire. He is a war machine and a conqueror, a cunning schemer and, if given the opportunity, a ruthless ruler. Lazarus is brutal, calculating, and patient; he will always strive for something greater, but will wait years if it means reaching the perfect outcome. The fear of control, however, tends to rule him, and his actions can become more unpredictable, his temper more volatile, if this becomes too threatening.


Other:

- Twitches his scarred lip a lot out of habit

- Theme song

- Another theme song

Lazarus was born into royalty, of what was known in his kingdom as “Beltoro’s blood” (Beltoro, where Lazarus is from, is believed to be the god of war). Lazarus was the son and heir to Talos Rokan, the emperor of the Nashoba. His father was a cruel yet cowardly soul, and as Lazarus aged, he began to use him to fight his battles for him, like a piece on a chess board, a puppet directed by strings. Talos was greedy, and sought more than what his pack ever needed; he waged war on neighbouring packs, and used his son’s bravery and skill in battle to bring them to their knees and pillage their lands. As a result, the Nashoba prospered, and expanded their reign far across the wilds. Though Talos commanded many soldiers, his prized possession was always his son. When Kratos disobeyed an order, however, Talos would descend into a fit of rage and often scar him, to remind him that Kratos was his inferior. The Nashoba emperor held no love for his son or even his lovely mate, Meridia Rokan. Away from prying eyes, he would treat them cruelly, but Talos was no fool, and so he never allowed the rest of the pack to witness his brutality. Lazarus’ scars were easily passed off as battle wounds, his bitterness assumed to be his natural disposition. Lazarus never told anyone of the horrors he experienced, though deep down he held a loathing for his father. He distanced himself from others unless it was to show his dominance to his subordinates (which was encouraged by his father), and thus never made any friendships that extended beyond orders or a few words of acknowledgment. His relationship with his mother was no better; though he didn’t despise her as much as his father, he saw the same cowardice in her, for she stood by and did nothing about her lover’s treatment of her own son.

For years, Lazarus dreamed of a world where we could break free of his strings and become his own ruler. But even despite this anger and turmoil that brewed beneath his scarred hide, it was not in his nature to act rashly. He spent the majority of his free time plotting his father’s demise. Killing him, however, would have been the easy part; it was securing the loyalty of the citizens that demanded many nights of calculating and scheming. At the time, the Nashoba were at war with the Lashokan tribe to the north. He wanted to use this to his advantage, and time his ascension to the throne with their next attack so that, as their new emperor, he could protect them against one of their most fearsome foes.

That attack never came, however, at least not before a devastating forest fire ripped every shred of life from the Nashoba territory. When the flames hit, his father and him were in a private training grove in the woods, and Talos was about to inflict a new set of punishments upon his son for disobeying an order in the last raid that Lazarus led. But they instead had to flee, and although Lazarus would have preferred to challenge his father for the throne before all to see, opportunity presented itself in the form of a toppling tree, bark alight with searing heat. Rage overtook him, and with a shove that nearly made him lose his own footing, he sent his father stumbling beneath the burning alder. Sparks flew down onto a hide untouched by warfare but not immune to the revenge of a man’s demons, and flames drew closer to the soft fur of Talos’ belly.

Lazarus should have run, and left his father to die right then and there, for the smoke was beginning to seep into his lungs, but all those years of torment held him there for a few more seconds, wicked pleasure filling him at the sight of the flames beginning to devour his former ruler, and a sense of satisfaction crawling up his claws as he guided them across his father’s snout. In that moment, he felt powerful, and unimpeded by his father’s cruelty, and only when the flames caught up to him too did he run. He didn’t escape without losing a part of his hide to the fire, though, the scarred flesh along his right side a reminder not of what he lost, but of the freedom he gained. It was poetic, really, how his father’s greatest weapon had been his demise.

If there were any other survivors of the Nashoba fire, Lazarus was never able to track them, and so he was left on his own. But this did not crush his dreams of a new world, one in which he held the control. Someday, he knows that he will become the emperor he was made to be, and he will promise those who follow him a greater purpose than his father ever had. Kratos has suffered abuse, has spent his entire life under another’s control. Though he will preach about paradise and prosperity, the reason he so adamantly wishes to recreate his father’s conquest is because he came to the realization that, in order for no one to ever control him again, he must hold the power. Every last bit of it. And that he must bleed his enemies of every last drop.