CONSTATINE, lazarus orion

[Lazarus Orion Constatine]

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I go by kerro's friend, and my time zone is eastern. I found this site by being here before. You can contact me message.

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Lazarus "Laz" Orion Constatine.

AGE:

Thirty two, though his appearance age fluctuates.

GENDER:

Male.

SEXUALITY:

Straight, but a little curious.

SPECIES:

Hybrid: werewolf x demon

NATIONALITY:

British, Irish, German, American.

OCCUPATION:

market research analyst.

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

Well, I am thirty-two years old. I know, sometimes I look mid-twenties and sometimes mid-thirties - which I am nearing. My demon genetics like to keep me young but the werewolf genetics like to age me... So I can appear younger sometimes but not much or in great quantity. Not like I'm fifteen again. Thank god. I am well-toned and muscular, though not heavily. I do work out just not much so, a weak six-pack but I have very good leg and arm muscles from being around and playing with my children. My eyes are a gray color, almost a blue if you think about it. Skin tone is peach to slightly tanned. I do love the outdoors, you know. Uhh, my hair is dark brown and well, I dress to please. So, there you go.

CELEB CLAIM:

Justice Joslin.

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

Well, I am a determined soul. People say I am opinionated but yet a more docile creature. I am territorial of those that I deem mine, whether it's my wife or children... Or even my car or home... I am territorial... Though I know when to back off and such. I am reasonable you can say and quite the fatherly man. After all I have three kids of my own; I have to be of a nurturing persona to keep up with them, even more so when one has autism. I am persistent and stubborn but within reason. As in I won't be like that with a battle I am unable to win. You can say I know my boundaries quite well. I am a little rough around the edges ans can be a rough teacher in some ways, but I am a nice guy. Never did a crime except maybe going over the speed limit but that's like it. I am honorable and I treat others the way they treat me - young, old, doesn't matter. You disrespect me, chances are I will disrespect you. Either or, I'm sure we'll get along just fine if we meet.

LIKES:

Money. Working (though not too much). Being active. Legal drugs (shh, don't tell the wife). My children. Animals though we don't have any at the moment. Nature. Vacations - who doesn't? Crime thrillers. Being a father. Doing what is right.

DISLIKES:

Abuse of any kind. Not being able to see my kids. If that thought I had was true (the cheating). Not being a good provider. Failing as a father. Not being the best husband out there. Being downgraded job-wise. Having to share an office space.Movies where the camera moves so much (realistic my butt). Taco bell. Mosanto.

SECRETS:

My specie to everyone but my wife, who is a demon.

FEARS:

Carter never succeeds in life. He can have really bad episodes that makes me doubt his future sometimes. Losing any of my children or my wife. Failing in my job resulting in my name tarnished and my status fired.

DREAMS:

Well, I pretty much have all I wanted but maybe... A bigger house with a few more kids... And a nanny to keep them all in check?

STRENGTHS:

Critical thinker. Rationalizes situations. Strategist. Fatherly. Cautious. Strength itself.

WEAKNESSES:

Family. Money. His job. Legal drugs. The warm sun rays and the cool spring breeze.

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

Okay, I was born in 1982. My father and mother were both demons. Sadly, my father worked for a small mob that took residence in New York, down in the Bronx. Though we lived at the edge of New Jersey and New York, he didn't mind the little trip over to do his business; leaving mother and I alone for some time. When I was about five or turning five, mother, who was pregnant at the time, had a miscarriage and she went on a depressive spree. She started yelling at not only my father but myself as well – causing me to become more closed off and quiet. Though she kept it to herself and played the act as if she wasn't aware of father's real job, she knew what he was doing and blew it up in his face. As the years progressed, the fights continued to happen until the two separated. They weren't divorced but they weren't living with one another until or if... Things calmed down. As they went through some consulting or whatever it was, I was tossed around between the two parents for some years until a divorce was mentioned. I didn't see the point in it. Mother lost a child and she was afraid of losing her husband due to the job he had. So? Move on! At least that was what my mind told me.

The papers weren't signed for the longest time before my dad finally signed them... Though before mother mailed them out, somehow things started to cool down a bit more. I saw her rip up the paperwork and toss it in the fireplace as if it never existed and it never happened. Things were tensed for quite a while as I continued my education. When the fighting and separation occurred, my grades were horrendous. As it started to cool down but tension was there, they started to approve but not drastically. When things finally went back to normal – father making a deal with his 'boss' to do less 'on the street' deals and more internal up-keeping, which was safe as heck, mother calmed down. My grades soon improved a lot more once I entered high school and my parents were happy together once again. Though they tried for another child, once she got not another miscarriage but a still born, she decided to just get the surgery so she didn't have to risk it anymore. A loss was too much for her to bare. So I was their only bundle of joy... That lived.

I graduated one node under Valedictorian... Nonetheless I didn't get any scholarships, but my parents saved enough money for me (mainly due to father's job before he got a less dangerous one with the same group) so that I can attend college. While at college, I didn't make much friends until I was at my third year there. This girl... Faith... We kept on having the same classes... So I started to try to get to know her since I didn't have many friends at college. Twenty-one was when we first started talking and got acquainted. Twenty-two we got to become best friends and soon, nearing twenty-three, we started dating. I got my degree, and so did she. I went into business, since calculating things and having a rational outlook on things was my strong suit. Oh, and let's not forget the good math.

It took me a while but I got a job after getting my Master's when I was twenty-four. One year later I got a job as a market research analyst downtown. It was some months later that I felt it was about the right time to get on one knee, and pop that one question that all girls want to hear: Will you marry me. She of course said yes. After all, I was making the big bucks. I was at work most of the time, doing doubles and basically functioning off of coffee and energy drinks. It was until I was twenty-six that she said she was pregnant. We had our wedding before she got pregnant so everything was great. She took a leave off of work for a bit and I took more shifts at work. 2008 Silas was born, I was 26 at the time. He didn't look much like me but I always thought that was a heap of crap. Later on in life you'll see similarities. At least that was what I believed.

A year later, Faith got pregnant again, though this time was having major complications. She had an early pregnancy that what doctors said resulted in a still born... But was soon brought back to life. My little miracle, my little Carter. We soon learned that he had some developmental issues growing up. He wouldn't look at us, he didn't talk around the time kids usually did... And when he did was just when little Thea was born. Carter started talking and when he did, it was repetitive. Though he was a smart kid... He had my math skills, alright. Pretty good with puzzles, though... Everything else... Not so much. He was autistic, and even still he had major issues and it showed. At five years old, we finally up'd his education and got him some proper training to help. He was a bright lad, just... You know how they are...

Little Thea... Now she had her mothers eyes alright, that was for sure. Our first little girl. I was pretty excited. Now I could get those daddy shirts about dating my daughter. Heh. That was when I was about to hit 30 that she was born. As time passed on by, we moved more to New Jersey and out of New York for a better job opportunity when I was twenty-nine. From 70K or so a year, I finally hit the triple digits and was making even more. Though my time at home was roughly the same, I still saw my children. It wasn't until the move that I got attacked by a werewolf late at night doing some graveyard shift work. So far, I noticed it didn't affect me fully so I presume myself a hybrid as I still kept my 'demon innocence' so to speak. So far, things were happy for Faith and I besides that incident I didn't tell her about. Though I won't lie... I did notice some things... Very fishy things, but I kept it on the down-low, the back-burner... And just kept it to myself. She wouldn't cheat on me, right? I'm her wugglybear. Eh, just probably my insecurities, right? Yeah, has to be. I've been feeling like that since I got turned a bit, and I am pretty sure it's just my senses not being used to this whole sensation.

FAMILY LIFE:

Mother and father; both still alive.
Faith - wife. Cheating on him constantly.
Silas. 6 years old. Not his.
Carter. 5 years old. Autistic.
Thea. 2 years old. Not his.
Jenna. Newborn (in role play).

Strikethrough... Obviously he doesn't know - yet.

OTHER:

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