Post by Reuben Lazarus on Jan 8, 2015 21:27:10 GMT -5
|REUBEN KEAHI LAZARUS||RUE|
what mattered the most was remembered the least
With his father's belief in a strong work ethic, this trait is practically a trait of the family. Though some might say that Reuben's position makes any sort of hard work void, the man's been anything but that, especially now that he's decided to stop depending on his family's resources.
Kind and prone to smiles as bright as the sun, Reuben was born a gentle soul. He's never harsh when he can help it, and he'd never turn away a person in need when he doesn't need to. However, his experiences as the heir to the Lazarus enterprise has hardened and matured him as a person.
If Reuben were honest, he doesn't really think his life is worth anything. He's just a person who happened to be in the right place at the right time, leading to his elevated position in societal and familial standings. With that said, he'd gladly throw his life away if it means protecting another person, because without his family and titles, he's really just worthless after all.
A happy-go-lucky exterior doesn't mean that Reuben can't put his foot down and say enough's enough when he needs to. The man isn't all just fluff and stuff on the inside, even if it seems like it most of the time, and can be surprisingly scary when he wants to be.
Usually pretty easygoing, Reuben is pretty open to others and actually likes hanging around people for the most part. He can be a little shy sometimes, but he isn't really one to push people away when he can help it.
Reubin's own hair is long enough to tie back into a ponytail, and he does just that when he wants to. But with that came a love for messing with others' hair, and he likes to play hair stylist when he can.
Reuben honestly couldn't care for wealth if it meant he wouldn't be happy with it. It's small things, the things that show you really care, that he likes best, even if it's not from a fancy five star jewelry store or something.
A passion that he had recently discovered, cooking was a necessity when Reuben move out of his parents' home. But damn, the man can cook. Though he tends to make simple things for himself at home since he works two jobs, but he's more than capable of cooking something magnificent, and he likes to experiment and try new things when he's free on the weekends.
No, not the Lazaruses, though some might be included in this sphere. True family are people who you can trust your back to, and who you know will welcome you with open arms when you return to them. They're people who have gone through thick and thin with you, people who you want to protect, no matter what the cost. It's a little idealistic, but Reuben just won't have it any other way.
Ever since he learned how to take photographs, Reuben's been enamored with the way photography can record a moment of the past. He almost always has his digital camera with him ready to whip out, and he scrapbooks the photos he takes when he has time. In a way, it satisfies his slight fear of being forgotten.
As the school nurse, it would be surprising if Reuben weren't a mother hen. However, his persistence about taking care of others and making sure they're alright can become annoying after a while.
When it comes to Reuben, the inside very rarely mirrors the outside. Taught at a young age how to hold a proper poker face in preparation for his future as a successful businessman, he's had more than enough practice on how to keep a straight face. However, as he grew older, his poker face has become his easygoing smile.
Sensitivity isn't really a bad thing, but at Reuben's level, it might as well be. He's always watchful for what people and do and say around him, reading them for a chance to see what it is they think about him. He also doesn't deal well with criticism, and usually takes them harder than he should.
Truthfully, Reuben can be very graceful when he wants to be. It's been instilled in him since he was a child, after all. However, unconsciously, to make himself seem weak, he's taken to acting as if he were very clumsy.
Reuben's selflessness can actually extend to a horrible martyr complex that he has. It's there so that he can feel like outside of the roles he's expected to perform, his existence as "Reuben" is necessary to the world. Not only that, throwing himself at danger is just a way for him to have an excuse as to why he might disappear and pass the Lazarus family's responsibilities onto his younger brother.
It's not that he's single, or even that he's a virgin. Reuben just doesn't take it very well when people mash his birthday and the holiday into one. Gifts are either given to him for Valentine's Day or for his birthday, there's a clear distinction to him.
Who doesn't hate the dreadful stuff? It piles up on your desk and leaves it in a perpetual mess. Worst of all, it never seems to go away no matter how much you do. You're not even allowed to burn it. It's bound to leave you tired to the bone without anything to really show for your efforts.
Reuben wholeheartedly believes that he's something of an error and a failure, so he hates when people expect him to do things he knows he's more likely not going to be able to. He doesn't need people screaming in his face about how much of a disappointment he is when he already knows he is one.
People who get too close to his more brittle side are dangerous. They have the greatest chance at looking past his smiles and peeking into the void that is his soul. The thought scares Reuben, and sometimes he might avoid people who he feels are starting to encroach on his misery. He knows running away isn't going to change anything, but he doesn't want to be found out just yet.
Be it food, energy, or money, Reuben's years away from wealth have made him somewhat frugal as a person, and he hates it when valuable resources—resources that aren't going to last forever no matter what people say—are used up for no apparent cause.
rue (ro͞o) n. sorrow; repentance; regret.
Oh look, Reuben's life all in one.
(He's not bitter. He's not.)
Born the eldest of the prominent Lazarus family, there were many things that Reuben was expected to be since the moment he was born. Responsible. Smart. Diligent. Heir. Of course, all of the things his parents decided they wanted him to be were probably made in his best interest, and as he grew, he'd work hard to meet them. But it was only the last that would haunt him, plaguing his relationships and his actions like a shadow that he couldn't leave behind.
The first time Reuben had been told he was to inherit the family businesses, the child had been four. At the time, he hadn't understood what that meant. He hadn't even learned the definition of the word "business." But when he found out that it meant he would grow up to become like "Daddy," he had smiled with all the radiance of the sun, and had run to tell his two-year old brother. He had wanted to make Ezra proud.
Five years later, that feeling had not changed. If anything, it had only grown stronger when the family welcomed another son into their midst. Eight and now in the third grade, he excelled in school with ease and made lots of friends. It was only elementary school, so it wasn't exactly hard, but nothing could dampen the joy he'd felt when his father's eyes lit with pride when he aced yet another math test and won the school's spelling bee. With all the praise his parents gave him, he didn't notice whether or not his little brother felt the same.
It was only when Reuben turned twelve and entered his second year in middle school that he first took notice to certain things. It turned out many of his friends liked him only for his money, though he believed a good portion actually liked him. But after while, it became apparent that that wasn't the case either: he was well-liked, but he wasn't actually really truly friends with anyone. (How long ago had he last gone over to someone's house to play or have a sleepover?) Though uncomfortable, he thought that as long as he had his family, he'd be okay.
But as it turned out, he didn't really have that either. While his younger siblings let him join them when he wanted to play with them, he didn't feel like he belonged. Besides, the other three got along famously when he wasn't around, so it wasn't like they needed him, especially since his father— His father. His father, who seemed to be insisting he spent more and more time with him.
And then, he saw. And what Reuben saw shocked him so much it felt like he'd been socked in the gut. He saw how he didn't really know his siblings, who all seemed to share a close relationship with each other. He saw how little attention his father gave to his younger siblings. And worst of all, he saw his very own brother desperately trying to earn their father's affection. Coupled with the betrayal he'd felt at school, all of the twelve-year old's beliefs came crashing down. And that was when he started questioning his own existence.
Why was he born? His siblings probably couldn't care less about him, not when he was practically a stranger to them. In fact, they probably hated him for eating away their father's time and for never being able to spend time with them. Then, his father. That man probably didn't care about him either, so long as he succeeded the family. Was that his purpose, to play heir? And then those children who had the gall to call them his friends. He had wealth and influence, why wouldn't they be falling over themselves to befriend him?
Reuben had never been so angry in his life before. But what could he do? He wasn't anything without his title. Twelve and infuriatingly weak, there was nothing he could do but slowly reflect on his position in life and break, little by little. He became ghost of his earlier self, faded from his prior brilliance. But alas, the brightness of his smiles and his kindness made it impossible for anyone to see how quickly he was dying on the inside.
By the time the boy entered high school, all he could feel was tired. And that was on the days he could even feel anything. High school broke him more than his family and his "friends" ever could, if only because it turned hope into a knife that buried itself in his chest. He had been so so relieved to hear he was a sacrifice, one in a pair that were bonded by fate. And though his true name hadn't appeared yet, he was sure that he would meet the person that was his reason for existing soon.
But no one ever came. There wasn't a special someone who was made for him and vice versa. And his true name never did appear. His third year in, he was told he was a blank, a replacement part to the fighters who had already lost their sacrifices. And that scared the brunet more than anything, because he wasn't theirs, and they weren't his, and he could be thrown away and forgotten as easily as one would an old sweater.
Finding no comfort in Blackwood Academy, he began to turn towards other means of distraction, throwing himself into intensive online college courses starting from his third year. After graduating from the academy, he continued his online courses and moved out of home, cutting his ties for a time and disappearing from his family's view.
Two years later, he had managed to get a bachelor's degree in nursing, all while supporting himself. He had always been intelligent, and good grades had always come with relative ease, so he somehow made it through and became a registered nurse. By some luck, he managed to grab a job at a high school, even if it was the very one that had shot down all his hopes. Money was money, and living away from wealth had taught him to be more modest in spending. No other jobs would be opening up soon, so he hesitantly applied.
The few years away seemed to have done him good. He'd become even more independent and hardworking than he had been, and had learned how to support himself with his own income, even if it was exhausting to do because he absolutely refused to rely on his family's money. Though he regretted not being so close to his family, he felt it was probably for the best, if only for himself.
At twenty, he knows that he'll be called in sooner or later to take over his family's businesses, even if he doesn't really have any plans to. He's been considering flat out telling his father that he doesn't want to be head boss or whatever, though he knows that would be cruel to his brother, pushing a responsibility like that onto the younger's shoulders. As of now, he's trying to finish paying off his loans and find happiness, neither of which are much to ask for.
- Still hasn't lost his ears and tail. They're the appendages of a calico cat and have tan brown fur that's mixed with spots of black.
- Works part time outside of his job as school nurse.
- Despite being a blank who's been paired with multiple fighters, he does not have a name carved into him, since he's only ever temporarily tattooed his fighters' names onto himself. One fighter did try to form a deeper bond, however, and successfully got one of his ears pierced.
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