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Lazarus Grey followed the scent of blood to the bar. Blood meant food. Food meant people. People meant a fight. Fights meant blood. Which was what he wanted.
Or something.
Lazarus was too distracted with the smell to think straight, his mind a blind blur. His square-ended blade was already held out before him as he stepped through the door. A smile comes to his face, his eyes slowly trailing about to each patron.
"Who shall I dine on tonight?" he inquires to the air.
Stepping forward he breaths in the delicious scent of the building.
Blood.
It drove him wild.
Lazarus Grey
An insane vampire who believes he is a god.
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Patcharoo
Last seen at: Gambit's Bar Basement
Groups
Description
Lazarus is beautiful man, clearly defined features. His eyes seem to carry a dreamy look about them. His nose is narrow and out of the way. His mouth always seems to be frowning or smiling with no middle ground, leaving him with a cheery aware look or spaced out and in thought expression.
His form is thin, and he wears reds and blacks. He is most fond of a cape he wears.
Lazarus has none of the normal senses. He can not smell, but he knows the presence of certain people/objects/places around other people/objects/places. He can't hear, but more understands the words said around him. He can't taste, so much as he can acknowledge whether something is good or bad (eating is out of the question, his body rejected the food, resulting in involuntary regirgitation). His vision is almost impossible to describe. Most importantly, he has no sense of feeling. His balance and other senses are unaffected.
Personality
Lazarus is a dreamy fellow, who considers himself a god. He is likely to be insane but refuses to stay still to ask. He frequently changes his mind on all things. For an example, he has stated that blood is tasteless, tastes different depending on race and tastes different depending on diet, a hypocritical statement as he lacks any sense of taste.
Equipment
Burst Fire Bedazzler
A weapon that looks like something out of a science fiction magazine, but in actual fact a modified bedazzler. When pressed against an object, such as clothing, it will launch out a sharp tip to pierce the surface, then stitch a rhinestone to it. This can include clothing, skin or other soft surfaces like wood.
Bouncy Balls: Extremely bouncy bouncy balls with enhanced bouncy-ness and runes which result in a spherical burst of flames
History
Lazarus does not tell his past to strangers, but merely tells of how he has a long story, and most of it is blood drinking. Needless to say he doesn't need to share with you.
Lazarus Grey's Story
Lazarus Grey focussed his attention of Chryseis and Rage. A small smile on his face widens to reveal his fangs.
"Dine, feed, drink, what you will. But simply, blood. I need blood to shower down upon me so I can bath in it's flavour."
He took a step towards them, raising his blade. His eyes widen slightly at the blood.
"Feed..."
"Dine, feed, drink, what you will. But simply, blood. I need blood to shower down upon me so I can bath in it's flavour."
He took a step towards them, raising his blade. His eyes widen slightly at the blood.
"Feed..."
Lazarus Grey was going mad. There would be no hestation. No preparation. No fear. No chance. He slides a hand into his pocket drawing out several glowing red runes. He would offer them forward towards Chryseis.
"A gift," would come his soft voice.
"A gift," would come his soft voice.
Lazarus Grey smiles even wider, his eyes staring at her hungrily.
"They make a shield that others cannot pass through by physical or magical means."
The runes would activate, a large red crystal forming around the two of them. Lazarus look would go from insanely hungry to just plain insane. He suddenly launches forward, sword held out to the other side.
"They make a shield that others cannot pass through by physical or magical means."
The runes would activate, a large red crystal forming around the two of them. Lazarus look would go from insanely hungry to just plain insane. He suddenly launches forward, sword held out to the other side.
Lazarus Grey laughs. "There is no entertainment in easy pray!" he calls out, left hand held out for her thoat. His sword was held to the side in case there was any treachery. He bares his fangs at Chryseis.
Lazarus Grey would hesitate, still grabbing for her throat.
"You're too right. I guess I will merely feed. Hold still," he says and leans in for her throat.
One eye flickers towards Rage in amusement.
"You're too right. I guess I will merely feed. Hold still," he says and leans in for her throat.
One eye flickers towards Rage in amusement.
Lazarus Grey tilts his head.
"Have you ever-" he cuts off and sends his teeth straight for her neck.
He was going to talk of how much needles hurt, but couldn't bothered. Too much talk. Not enough feed.
"Have you ever-" he cuts off and sends his teeth straight for her neck.
He was going to talk of how much needles hurt, but couldn't bothered. Too much talk. Not enough feed.
Lazarus Grey feeds deeply, his eyes rolling back into his head for a moment. He tongue flickered out along his neck in a worrying display. The shield would fully fall and his sword would drop to the ground. He would bite down hard to force more blood to come out.
Lazarus Grey would finally break free with an elated shout. His tongue flicks out to dab away at any blood still on his face. He also reaches for a napkin to clean out his face. Reaching down, he claims his sword once more.
"Thankyou. I do hate how heavy handed I am when feeding. It lacks grace..." he says with a dreamy look into the air, "Feeding should be a thing of beauty. Not an act of violence."
"Thankyou. I do hate how heavy handed I am when feeding. It lacks grace..." he says with a dreamy look into the air, "Feeding should be a thing of beauty. Not an act of violence."
Lazarus Grey scoffs. Asks? What was this woman. He raises his blade and examines it.
"Asks? Of course. Now, to the matter of prey..." he says dryly.
"Asks? Of course. Now, to the matter of prey..." he says dryly.
Lazarus Grey nods with a small smile.
"I always hunger. But for the moment I have sated my thirst." His eyes shift to rage and his smile widens to one side of his face. "Indeed. I do enjoy a spot of murder every now and again."
"I always hunger. But for the moment I have sated my thirst." His eyes shift to rage and his smile widens to one side of his face. "Indeed. I do enjoy a spot of murder every now and again."
Lazarus Grey raises an eyebrow to Rage. Was he... questioning him? Looking almost offended now, his mouth hanging slightly open and his eyes staring, he carefully chooses his words.
"When you are a god, the pleasures of this mortal world lose their feel, until you must find pleasure in other acts. A womans warmth is no pleasure to that of her blood," he says, his expression growing madder as he speaks.
His eyes slide sideways to Chryseis without his head moving.
"Amuse me."
"When you are a god, the pleasures of this mortal world lose their feel, until you must find pleasure in other acts. A womans warmth is no pleasure to that of her blood," he says, his expression growing madder as he speaks.
His eyes slide sideways to Chryseis without his head moving.
"Amuse me."
Lazarus Grey would also dismiss her as unimportant, though he seemed thoroughly amused at Rage's words. He would stare for a moment.
"You wish to harm me with a blade? Good man. Try it," he insists, but something catches his eye. He stares over Rage's shoulder as if lost in a dream.
"You wish to harm me with a blade? Good man. Try it," he insists, but something catches his eye. He stares over Rage's shoulder as if lost in a dream.
Lazarus Grey would walk up to Rage, though his view still went past the man. He would raise a hand to push against Rage's face, as if trying to move him out of the way while continuing on his path.
Lazarus Grey would find himself at Whisper, staring at her silently.
Lazarus Grey pressed his face against her shield.
"Excuse me!" he would shout as loudly as he could manage.
"Excuse me!" he would shout as loudly as he could manage.
Lazarus Grey would jump back, hissing from the searing sensation running along his skin. Dragging his cape around his face he would stare.
"I just wished to point out that you have a little something," he says, a hand emerging from underneth his cloak to point at the black liquid dripping from her ear.
"I just wished to point out that you have a little something," he says, a hand emerging from underneth his cloak to point at the black liquid dripping from her ear.
Lazarus Grey nods slowly and heads for the door, drawing his cape closely around his body.
Lazarus Grey would reach out to poke Kenna in the shoulder. "I built these rafters, did you know?" he says quietly. He enjoyed lurking in them and it wasn't entirely impossible that he was telling the truth. But you would never get a straight answer from him. In truth, he hadn't been there when she had, arriving only seconds after she did, but still they were there.
Lazarus Grey tilts his head, as if considering it. "Yes, I suppose I do. I get no enjoyment from meeting them in regular ways, so I must find it through the strange and unusual. I am Grey, Laquatas Grey," he says, offering a hand out over her shoulder.
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