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Lazarus Glennon

Not just beautiful, though--the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.

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a character in “The Desert Pilgrims”, as played by El_Gringo

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Name: Lazarus Glennon, Laz

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Description: Lazarus isn't an imposing figure at 5'8 with a slim figure, in fact, those quick to judge would call him a wimp. Softer in tone, careful in movement, he isn't much of a brash person. He thinks things through before acting. His full head of hair is one thing he definitely takes pride in, trying to keep it clean throughout the day can be a heavy task. Hygiene is high on his list of priorities, Laz always appears clean.

He will wear whatever he can find. In the winter he will layer up, but if it is summer time, shorts and a tank top will do.

Biography: Born into a privileged family; mother a tenured college professor and father a renowned pianist, Lazarus had it fairly well. He had everything he wanted as a child, except friends that is. The other children viewed him as an outsider, because he carried himself like he was above them. Guilty as charged he was.

Instead of going out and playing in the dirt, Lazarus was his father's pupil with the keys of the grand piano. His mother, a science professor, tutored him on the universe and the stars. He especially enjoyed studying astronomy. Where others played baseball, Lazarus took up fencing, learning to use a rapier.

When he was thirteen the invasion started. His parents took him to the university, where they set up a stronghold with other professors, students, and locals in Oklahoma City. The Glennon's quarters were in the observatory; Lazarus spent many nights staring at the stars through the sky. He wondered what planet these invaders came from. No matter the threat from that vast space, there was still beauty to be found. Perhaps another planet humanity could escape to.

The people of the stronghold did their best to remain unnoticed for the better part of a decade. Their time came, as an attack upon the university commenced. Lazarus fell over the railing of the observatory, head crashing into the steps as he toppled down two floors. What resulted was a long recovery process and a lost memory of what exactly happened that night. His parents were gone and he had to set out with survivors, the university wasn't safe anymore. They headed west.

Lazarus got separated from his group after they set up camp on a river bank. During the night, severe flooding and winds tore their camp apart. He had always been a heavy sleeper, even a punch to the face might not wake him. Laying on a plank of wood, the waters carried him away. It was luck that one of Sanctuary's scouting missions found him. He has been in the town for about three months. There was a building for new citizens of sanctuary, a bunker of sorts where they could all sleep. Not everyone could have a house, but he was fine with his cot and pillow for now.

Skills: Lazarus is a quick learner and eager to help. While he would like to avoid duties like gardening, so he doesn't get dirt all over him, he can acquiesce. If there are any musical instruments, he probably has a working knowledge of them. Science is a specialty of his as well. If human's got a hold of alien tech, he might be able to discern it. He is skilled with a sword, though more the piercing kind like a rapier, he is less trained in a slashing weapon such as a katana. He does still have his rapier on his person.

So begins...

Lazarus Glennon's Story

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Lazarus clutched his old iPod touch, back from the days before the war. While holed up in the university, he was able to charge it occasionally in one of their power generators. Listening to the music had been therapeutic almost, hiding from the outside world, the human mind had to find an escape from time to time or it would go crazy. He had asked around, it seemed there was a bit of a tinker in the town by the name of Ollie who might be able to help him get a charge on it. It was low on the priority list for a town focused on survival.

Relaxing out behind the barracks where the town newbies got to stay until they were assigned a bunk, Laz held out a long branch he had torn from a tree. Acting as if it were his sword, he practiced his moves. Cut, thrust. Cut, thrust. Controlled thrust. He repeated many of the motions in his head, then grabbed a smaller stick from the ground, holding it in his off hand. Then he began to practice the rapier-dagger maneuvers. A whistle sounded from behind him, a few other figures clapped. Lazarus turned to face a middle aged red headed man with two others in tow.

"Impressive. Why not use the real thing?" The red head pointed at his waist to the blade sheathed there.

"I don't want to accidentally hurt anyone or have the sheriff take it away from me." The men laughed.

"The sheriff isn't the end-all around here. May I see the weapon?" Lazarus was unsure, and took a few steps back, quickly finding the barracks wall to his back. No one was around but the four of them. The two followers slowly closed around him and he was surrounded on all sides.

Nervously, he nodded and handed the sword over, sheath and all.

"I'm McAllister by the way. David McAllister. These two gents," he pointed at the first, a hulking man standing over six feet tall, and the second, a stout black man with a gigantic beard, "Are Thornton and Amarr." McAllister took the weapon from his hands, unsheathing it halfway, looking it over. "Fine craftsmanship. I can't say I know how to use one, but blacksmiths are in my ancestry. I've studied a bit on the art of making them." He swung the blade sloppily a few times, roughly sheathed it back, and leaned it against the wall. Lazarus stood by, waiting to find out why they had come to him.

"Oh how rude of me, I always shake hands with a stranger." McAllister extended his hand in greeting. Laz clasped hands with him. The other two men moved in, roughly grabbing his shoulders as McAllister pinned his arms against the wall. The pressure they were applying was so painful he gasped. He was ready to shout for help when Thornton put a banana hand over his whole lower face.

"Shut it." The large man said. Lazarus looked at each man in turn, fear in his eyes. Thornton and McAllister seemed engrossed in their task, Amarr looked a little out of his element, but he was with the mob nonetheless.

"Lazarus is it?" He nodded. "You're new to this town. Many around here welcome in new people with open arms. They welcome you to our trough, our latrine, and our beds. You'll find that not all of us accept that quickly." Lazarus tried to squirm out, causing McAllister to give a look at Amarr. Hesitantly, the black man punched him in the gut, though not nearly as hard as he could have. Nonetheless it knocked the wind out of Lazarus.

"What better way for Jolly Roger to get our walls open than sending in an inside man? Are you with the raiders?" McAllister asked, politely. Laz did his best to shake his head no. Thornton hit him in the stomach this time, much harder than Amarr had. Lazarus almost fell to his knees, the men had to lift him back up.

"Come on McAllister, this guy is too soft to be in a raider clan." Amarr chimed in, looking around in fear of being seen.

"That's just what they would want you to think! This guy could have a mom or sister, held in Roger's clutches right now. Maybe he is being forced to do this so they live. Not that they would be spared anyway." He looked at Lazarus, staring into his eyes as if something would give.

"You have to understand Lazarus, we can't be too careful. Are you a raider?" Laz shook his head again. Thornton looked to McAllister, almost begging to hit the frail man again. McAllister shook his head.

"We could extend this process, but I don't think this kid is up to anything. No harm meant, but the sheriff can't cover everything. You see, we're a bit of a militia here. These two and a select few others. If hard times ever come, someone needs to be able to protect this town from itself. Raider or not, tell anyone that this happened and that fancy little sword of yours will be destroyed. I think it would be hard to find a replacement." McAllister bent and picked it up while the other men continued to hold him against the wall.

The leader nodded and they let him go, arms and mouth free. McAllister handed him the weapon back. Lazarus was tempted to take it out and pierce the man through the belly. He had never been strong, just quick and graceful. Being bullied and held down pissed him off. The group saw the fire burning in his eyes and Thornton laughed.

"Well, at least has a bit of fight in him, even if there is nothing to back it up." The big man kept laughing as they walked away. Amarr glanced back, apologetically.

"What a wonderful little town." Lazarus whispered to himself.

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Lilly and her mother nodded after Yolanda explained her position, and when food was mentioned, as if on cue Lilly stomach growled. She placed both her hands on her stomach slightly embarrassed. Her mother, shook her head "I'm gonna stay here Lil's if you're hungry you go on ahead, I'll catch after your sister comes to."

Lilly looked at her mother, she had always had a soft spot for Holly, not that she showed favoritism it was just that Holly was the baby. And once Holly truly grew up, that meant that both her girls weren't her little babies any more, it was like her mother was holding on to that for dear life. She felt like she had already lost that with Lilly being so independent, and very often taking charge of tough situations. Despite feeling a little down that her mother chose to stay, Lilly nodded.

"I'll bring ya something back okay Mamma?", she said with a little bit of concern for her mother.

Her mother nodded and the turned her attention back to Holly. Lilly slipped through the front door and headed for the what she thought was the kitchens as she walked along she realized she had turned the wrong way and was now lost. There wasn't anything around her but what looked like living quarters. She was just about to turn around and go back when she almost ran right into three men who had just come around the corner between a couple of buildings. One was a smaller man with red hair and a short beard, another was a behemoth of a man that towered over Lilly like a giant, and the last was a shorter black man with a thick large beard. She stopped before she crashed into them, and swallowed nervously, they looked like a group of men that she didn't want to interact with.

"Would you look at this one boys, another one. I swear to God if Callum keeps letting every needy little waif in here we're going to all wake up to another bandit raid with our throats cut.", the red haired man looked Lilly up and down. "At least this ones easy on the eyes.", the giant guy chuckled a bit and then moved on around Lilly. She heard them going on about the guy they had just taught a 'lesson' that they left behind the barracks.

As they made their way out of sight, Lilly sighed with relief but she wondered what they meant by the man they were talking about. Curiosity got the best of her, and besides if those three had been teaching anyone a lesson it wasn't a good thing. She turned the corner in between the two building that the men had emerged from before. She came up behind a guy that looked like he had been hurt. She was just grateful to find a living person and not a dead body or something.

"Hey.... you all right?", she asked, "I saw those men come out of here and well it was obvious they weren't friendly." she walked up to the young guy, and placed her hand on his shoulder. "You need the Doc or anything? I made the wrong turn down here on my way to the kitchen... I guess its a good thing I did now.... My names Lilly by the way, just came through the gate this morning. My mother and sister are at the clinic, at least I know where that is."

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"Hey.... you all right?", she asked, "I saw those men come out of here and well it was obvious they weren't friendly." she walked up to the young guy, and placed her hand on his shoulder. "You need the Doc or anything? I made the wrong turn down here on my way to the kitchen... I guess its a good thing I did now.... My names Lilly by the way, just came through the gate this morning. My mother and sister are at the clinic, at least I know where that is."

Lazarus was relieved to find someone that actually seemed to care about his well-being. He had never been much of a ladies man. A girl's hand on his shoulder would have made him a nervous wreck years ago, but war had a way of pushing aside minor stress. She asked if he was alright. He had taken two big hits to the abdomen, Thornton had made impact with his ribs a little. Lazarus lifted his shirt up, a bruise forming around his lower left ribs.

"Bruises don't usually form this quick. I've probably got a sprained or cracked rib." Every time he breathed there was minor pain shooting from his left side. Her hand came off his shoulder and he looked down at her, standing almost a whole foot taller. Suddenly aware that he had just revealed his wounds when the girl may not have seen what caused it, he panicked.

"H-Hey, please don't tell anyone about this. I'll deal with it." He rolled his shirt back down, shooting a nervous glance at the direction McAllister had gone. "I could definitely go for the kitchen. I'm Lazarus by the way." He extended his hand in greeting.


The guy couldn't have been much older than she was, maybe a bit younger, and on closer examination he looked like he was in allot of pain as he tried to stand. He was quite a bit taller than her but that wasn't unusual, most guys were taller than her. At least he wasn't mortally wounded, by the looks of those hoodlums Lilly wouldn't put it past them to beat someone to a bloody pulp then leave them to die in an ally. However when the guy lifted his shirt up it made Lilly wince to see the painful bruises forming on his torso.

"My God, you should really go see the Doc about this." she could tell his breathing was already labored, from the injuries.

When he made the comment about his ribs being bruised or even cracked she looked up at him again with a panicked look.

"No, I'm serious if they are cracked and you move wrong you could collapse a lung or something. Come on lets go now..." she gently put her hand onto his arm to try to lead him in the direction she had come from.

But he stopped and gave a worried look in the direction that asshole and his goons had gone. And then he asked Lilly not to say anything as he rolled his shirt back down over his injuries. She sighed knowing why he didn't want anyone to know, especially the doctor. If word got back to those guys, that he had told anyone in authority around here, they might come back and do something far worse the beat him up. She nodded letting him know that his secret was safe with her.

She walked along side him as they headed out of the alley, Lilly noticed his strained way of walking probably doing his best to get through the pain in his ribs. She gave a smile when he told her his name and shook his offered hand.

"Nice to meet you Lazarus, that's not you're everyday run of the mill name you got there." she tried to make small talk as the headed towards the kitchens. Maybe it would help take his mind off the pain he was probably experiencing.


As they walked toward the kitchen they talked about a lot of random things. How they both got to Sanctuary, which for Lilly was very recent. Lazarus was sorry he couldn't help her get more acquainted, but he had been keeping to himself. She tried to convince him to see the doctor but he was having none of it. Moments later they were in line at the kitchen, being served a thin gruel that sufficed for oatmeal. Fruit and nuts were served on the side. It was no extravagant meal, but it had nutritional value.

"So, Lilly, do you think you and your family are going to stay in Sanctuary? I know it is kind of a stupid question, but you would be surprised that some people actually move on. Whether they think there is somewhere better out there, they don't like the climate, or they just prefer keeping to themselves."


After going around and around with Lazarus, she finally gave up trying to get him to go see the Doc about his ribs. If there was one thing she learned while they were living with her grandfather, it was that men were stubborn, especially when it came to things like an injury or their health. But she also understood that he didn't want those goons to try to come back and finish him off either. She sat next to him at a make shift cafeteria table, made of old oil drums, plywood, and rope, with a blue tarp table cloth. When he asked if her family planned to stay she looked down at the "oatmeal".

"Well... yeah. The weather isn't a problem. We're from Texas so heat don't bother us much, but... we really have nowhere else to go. Definitely not gonna go back to liv'n in the woods with a crazy old man that was beginning to think we were all under the control of the aliens. Especially an old man with access to twenty years worth of hording guns and ammunition. Granted you could have the same sort of thing happen here, but at least there are some good people to rely on here." she looked up at him after taking another bite.

"What about you? Are you going to stay?"

((Sorry if this doesn't make any sense, I just haven't had the time to make fit together, so I just separated each part with Lazarus or Lilly in a different color. I just couldn't wrap my mind around how to make the colab work right. Lilly=purple, Lazarus=green))