Michman Pavel Lazarov

Gabrovo Grad

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Sobriquet: He just goes by Pavel or "The Old Man."

Appearance: An older man, with a very rugged look; he is very physically fit, with many years of hardship behind him. Pavel has numerous scars all over his body.

Behavior: In his saner moments, Pavel knows that the Baron is an American expatriate, only recently returned to the Old World, and could easily be decades or centuries his elder. However, he is becoming increasingly convinced that he is somehow Milan's father. Though he doesn't remember bedding some Bulgarian princess (it must have been a hell of a night, because she was surely beautiful!), he certainly had more than his share of dalliances, rapes, and whores all over the world.

This odd idea manifests in his earnest need to keep the Baron safe, and help the Baron grow into his role as a world leader. He is always ready to offer fatherly advice, both with military matters, and with romantic ones. He tries to remember that there is a difference.

History: Michman, in the Bulgarian armed services, is equivalent to a master chief - petty officer. Pavel Lazarov was born December 1st of 1939 in Sofia, Bulgaria. He was the son of a famous prostitute and never knew who his father was (yes he is a bastard and laughs as hard as anyone about it now).

He grew up in one of the city's more notorious brothels fighting with his older brothers and the other bastards for whatever scraps of food, clothing or toys that were available. Perhaps it was the fact that he was the runt of the litter that made him so mean or perhaps growing up being spit on had something to do with it, he no longer remembers, but growing up he was a little hellion. His history of violence led him into trouble with the soviet authorities who gave him a choice of jail or the army. The latter choice suited the recruiter best after having watched the boy fight, and after being beaten into shape, Pavel fit right into the Soviet Army of Bulgaria.

Pavel first war was Afghanistan, in which he cut his teeth and the throats of more than a few rag-head holy warriors and their women. After three tours of burning villages, winter fighting and suicidal Muslim guerrillas he was discharged with no skills other than drinking, fucking and killing. The last paid well if you hired yourself out to the right people and didn't ask too many questions.

Tours in Africa, South and Central America and parts of Asia gave him a lot of physical and mental scars. He fought in a lot of battles, killed more people than he can now remember, gambled away a fortune, fucked too many whores and nearly drank himself to death several times.

One day he looked into a dirty, cracked mirror in some no name village in Central America and realized he was too old for dirty wars anymore. He packed his few belongings and returned to Bulgaria. He returned in time to see the Wall fall along with communism. He found a nice (cheap) flop house to sleep off the booze during the day and a nice corner bar to while away the last few years of his life. In his better moments, he was even content with his fate.

That was until he became involved with a vampire. Now he is a soldier again and the booze doesn't hold the lure it used to. For the first time in his long life, he has a cause. He isn't just counting off the nights until he dies. Maybe the world still has something of interest to show him, he just might have a few battles left in him and maybe, just maybe if he distinguishes himself in the Baron's service he can earn himself a promotion to full immortal...

Recent Events: The Old Man was head of Marious's body guard. Through a deal with one of Morgan's other ghouls he was embraced at the point of death. It is unknown what his future is.

• -- Michman Pavel Lazarov's Statistics