Darcy Branwyn

Tangled Moon:

…He’d been a soldier in his mortal life, trained to kill. He’d spent the first hundred-and-fifty years of his un-death killing, at times indiscriminately. Then he’d decided he’d had enough. Of killing, of Lazarus and his other sons. He was the only one who hadn’t been created by Lazarus. He’d been adopted. Eventually, they’d pushed him too far, and he had left.

Once he’d gotten out on his own it had surprised him how good it felt. He couldn’t understand why he’d waited as long as he had…