ROUSSEAU, LAZARE

[LAZARE ROUSSEAU]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=padding,0,true][atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/e18bpk.jpg][atrb=width,450,true] rousseau, lazare once you were mine, oh my soul. going high and falling into the dark again. name: the man was christened with the name of lazare christian rousseau at birth, and has since learned to treasure it. age: lazare has reached the ripe old age of twenty five. race: he is human. occupation: Head of the Rousseau Household, and leader of the Paradis Wine Company. lazare is the figurehead to the rousseau name, and has also taken onto his shoulders the propagation of his parent's company of the paradis wine co. sexuality: he is an acclaimed heterosexual. faustian contract: lazare is contracted with malachi liebrich. the contracts has him as his body guard, as it was inscribed in blood so long ago. the contract is set to expire the moment the current presidency of france is completely safe from harm and is, in now way, in danger of being usurped. faustian seal: the seal is placed upon his chest, hovering right over his heart, feeling it beat in unison and perfect synchronization with the pulsating muscle. personality strengths: FAIR KIND LOYAL KNOWLEDGEABLE CALM DETERMINED DEPENDABLE CONSCIENTIOUS personality weaknesses: SELECTIVELY NAIVE NARROW-MINDED PROTECTIVE POSSESSIVE PARANOID AUTHORITARIAN PICKY BRASH WHEN AGITATED likes: merlot, bourbon, and chardonnay. family time. security, of any kind. card games. lullabies. roses. blue ones, to be specific. his little sister and uncle. dislikes: guns. ostentatious individuals. boisterous noise. threats against his family. though this is more of a hate, than anything. the color red. it irks him and strikes him with strange sentiments. olivier's antics. he regards him as a sort of comrade in arms, perhaps, but his behaviour can be a little vexing at times. fire. memories, memories, memories. hobbies: playing poker with himself. it serves as a sort of stress relief, and subsequently, he's never found without a pack of cards. singing. in his alone time, at least. he'd rather not be caught singing in public. wine tasting. he's a harsh critic for his family's business and is always criticizing the taste. only seldom is he truly pleased with the taste of his wine. items: a necklace with his family name inscribed on a silver plaque. a pack of cards. a discrete butterfly knife. history: Fire, a flicker of flame, is the burning memory that haunts his mind whenever idleness finds a purchase in his head. The memory sends his mind reeling, hearing the gurgled screams of his mother, the angered wails of his father, and the gruesome silence that followed. It reminds him of the faded black figures – the stygian amorphous masses – that committed such an atrocious crime. He remembers the frightened face of his little sister when he found her, clutching his chest due to a fairly deep wound he had received. And, most of all, he remembers the stunning white face and burning warmth of Malachi when their contract was sealed. The demon was contracted as his bodyguard, one to protect his life above all others, and when ordered, the life of his remaining family members. He became convinced that the loss of his sister and uncle would drive him to schizotypal heights, but his new title would not allow that. The new head of the Rousseaus and leader of the Paradis Wine Company could not suddenly go crazed with madness. He made sure to have Malachi by his side to ensure that. In all irony, Lazare felt that having the demon in his presence calmed his nerves to an even beat, instead of erratic thrums. The attack against the Rousseau family was a spectacle that almost immediately became public to the peevish, beady black eyes of the people of France. It was something for the general populous to indulge in while they continued with their mundane lives. But Lazare was permanently scarred and ill-struck by the experience that almost left him without family in the cold world of today. Thus came his protectiveness and possessiveness of his familiars, for the mindset of never giving fate the chance to take them away buried deep in his mind. It stayed there and festered, and bloomed into a grotesque tree of paranoia. He began to trust only those he knew, and became wary of strangers that approached him. In fact, this all lead him to become learned in the arts of knife wielding, keeping one stored in the tailored pockets of his suits. It was this growing sense of dread that led him to hear the harsh, whispered, sibilant murmurs of an encroaching threat to the President of France. He knew no such thing would happen while he still lived. But time allowed for his mind to yield to the calming effects of time, and that feeling of being watched – of being hunted – slowly eroded to leave a man simply cautiously suspicious of his surroundings and individuals he does not yet know. A sense of trust that Malachi will not fail him in what he has been contracted to do. Besides, the moment the President was deemed in all ways safe, his soul would be taken and that would be the end to a chapter. By then, his uncle and his sister would be the leaders of both a wealthy family and its wine empire. He concluded that they were both strong enough to carry on what he would leave behind. But all the same, he hoped that separation wouldn’t come too soon. OOC NAME: Ikki. FACECLAIM: Vocaloid, Kaito Shion —lazare rousseau made by i k k i for black rain!

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