A young man from a Cajun town so small it is not even on most maps. Zacharie Pierre Lavoux seems at once, a man out of place and yet, perfectly serene. He is a quiet man, but open to those he calls friend. Rarely seen in Kindred circles, he speaks softly and never seems cross or angry, even when being directly insulted.

Unlike the majority of his clanmates, Zacharie does not radiate the aura of menace that pervades most within his clan. In its' place is a stillness. More so than the usual stoicism of the undead... much like the eerie calm before an unexpected storm.