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Full Name: N/A
 
Nicknames/Aliases: Lazarus, Butcher Of The Bulge, Brigadier.  
 
Age: N/A
 
Gender: Male 
 
Gift: Regeneration
 
Loyalty: To whom he pledges himself, ultimately, his ethics.
 
Description: Lazarus sports the workman's cut of a bygone age, much like his choice of dress. Astride his shoulders he wears a military jacket fashioned after a long, long defunct fighting force, black with red trim. Below, a pair of tailored military fatigues, black, reminiscent of drainpipe trousers, rolled above a pair of black wingtip boots. His face is a strong jawline, below robust cheekbones and a skin tone that hints at roots within this country despite his roots beyond the pond.   
 
Personality: Flippancy and utter seriousness, humor and judgement, his personality is tempered by who is is, and the person he is surely to become. 
 
Skills: He is a talented small united tactician, with martial prowess that clearly indicate an innate gift. Often, his deductive skills are ignored in favour of 'the moment', an abstract idea he seems most enamoured with. 
 
Weaknesses: His weakness lies in his attitude toward surviving, and his compassion towards the weak. 
  
Brief History: He is a man out of time. Months of wandering have lend a larger context to his particular condition, but have not given him answers. In light of this, he chose to seek his own fortunes, rather than dwell on this mystery for much longer. Life is an adventure to some, but an eternity to him. It would be redundant to question his circumstances. 
 
Other: Found, and is currently making use of a record-player he happened upon.