|Kaiser S. Lancaster |
Age: Appears to be in his late twenties
Date of Birth: Unknown
Gender: Genderfluid - Prefers male
Species: Immortal human - Symbiotic immortality class
Occupation: Banker, Criminal, 'Cleaner', Gambler, Socialite
Orrientation: Pansexual - Aromantic
|Gold is Power.|
Kaiser is at his best, a well groomed businessman, socialite and hedonistic man. He lives his life for the thrill of it. He is impulsive, unrestrained and a tenacious businessman. He is easy to anger when things aren't done exactally in the manner he specifies, and obsessively neat when it comes to his daily life. Though on the surface he seems to be a fun loving, joval man with lax attiude.
This could not be further from the truth. He has become ruthless, a murderer in sheeps clothing ready above all else to protect those things he has deemed important enough for his personal interest.
Meat: the rarer the better, Cars, antique cars especially, musicians, black coffee, otters, sugar cookies, swimming, golf
Picky eater, elaborate deserts, chocolate, disorganization, newer concept cars, fake tans,
Kaiser was born to a poor family who lived above a butcher shop in New York. Family owned by his Grandfather Wilhelm, then passed to his father William the second it seemed like a profitable life for the family. And Kaiser to would learn a thing or two about how to butcher pigs. However this life wasn't good enough for William, not after seeing how great things could have been. Invited by chance for drinks by a close friend he would enter into a strange world ruled by Gods whose names no one had bothered to remember. And these gods would do battle in the streets of New York, so long as they had the flesh to spare that is.
Kaiser's childhood was a hard one, schooling cut short his job became to help at the family butcher shop while his father tried to make it big in the gang wars moving to overtake the city. Something his Grandfather disaproved of greatly. And in the end he was right about Kaiser's father, doing something like this would only end up getting him killed. He would be shot dead in an alleyway after an affair of business turned into one of pleasure.
Moving on after the death of his father, Kaiser was hesitant to take in his new Stepfather Robert Barton. Though he would have little choice in the matter and eventually the two would find common ground, Robert helping Kaiser secure a better future for himself, he'd finish school and become a banker, just like his Stepfather.
However it must have been something in their blood, the Lancaster's would always be butchers in the end. While attending a party he would meet the Irishmen Sean Delany, and enter into a criminal underground unlike that of which he had ever seen. However the high cost of entry was one he would seen have to pay, and it was blood magic that would destroy him.
He had been drunk and Sean had told him the story, the story of a ships doctor and the crew, how every one of them had been slaughtered by a tiger aboard the ship when it returned to England's harbor. How a temple of monks had cursed the tiger to live forever after it stole the nectar of a flower in order to live forever.
He had spat out most of the blood but the high he would ride after the ritual would last forever. The process had left him better off dead in the bedroom of a Brooklyn hotel, vomiting into the toilet for hours. He was a changed man, a better one, a mutant, a god, who knew.
The ramapage went on for a good while after that, until the golden age of bank robbery would come to an end, the era of Al Capone was at it's last high note and Kaiser realizing that he needed to secrure his future, got himself thrown into the one place he knew he could have outlived anything.
Living in Alcatraz was easy if you had the money. Even for a man of his tastes he'd convinced himself by then he could live off raw, cheap cuts of meat. For a time he survived, though barely. The only person who knew he was here. The one person he had upset the most, he had cared about the most. His beloved mother, sending him a letter once a week.
Sending letters to her sweet little blackbird.
He would leave the prison, seperate from his old teammates it was time to see what the future would hold for the young immortal who survived on the flesh of his victims. Never far from the money he set himself up as an investment banker, settling into the flow of the worlds economy that would carry him to the future.
In todays world he works as a stock broker, that's what's on his card anyway. But the lively criminal underground is never too far behind him.