Damian

[lucifer]

Damian;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: ...
Age: 19
Years of Rping: 4+
Contact: PM me

ID Tag;;

Alias: Just plain Damian, or do you have a problem with my name?

Name: Damian, that’s it. Nothing flashy.

Gender: Male, obviously.

Orientation: Bisexual, I like boys as much as I like girls.

Real Age: 296 if I remember correctly.

Physical Age: How should I know how old I look? But I died at 26.

Species: Gremlin... duh... *flashes fangs* vampire, of course.

Sire: It should be of no concern since she is no longer among us. And she is certainly not missed, may I add.

Religious Affiliation: To no god or goddess my soul I am giving, for I do not believe in religion. Or that I have a soul, but that’s a different matter.

Wealth: Why would you be interested in this? Are you planning on trying to steal it? But if I must say, enough to buy a nice, private island... or two.

Job: Oh... all good, honest work... riiight. Next question please.

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:

1. Sword fighting
2. Seducing
3. Killing [for money]

Summary:
First I would like to say, that my specialties should be experienced not read about, but if it has to be, so be it. I am very skilled with swords and own quite a collection of various ones that I have gathered over the centuries. My specialty lies in double-edged broadswords, but if it has to be, I can also use a rapier or similar, even though I find those much too light and they are completely useless for decapitating. I don’t carry a sword with me at all times, but I do keep one in my coffin. Next a few words about my skills of seduction. I use those when I want to gain something or just when I want to have some fun. It doesn’t really matter what the cause, the fact remains that to say I am good at it, would be an understatement. I have had plenty of time to work on these skills and had plenty of opportunity to use them. As for the last, I’m a hit man when I need money, a well paid one, so I think there is not much else that needs to be said. I would rather not tell too much about my technique, anyway.

Weakness:

1. Easily distracted
2. Slowly but surely bored of life
3. Blood [*gasp* Now that is surprising, is it not?]

Summary:
I must confess here, that it is rare that one thing can keep my interest for long. If my heart is not in a task, I get easily distracted if something more interesting comes up. So as ashamed as I am to say this, sometimes even a killing is put to the side for some time if it is not enough of a challenge to keep me on it. Wile we’re at challenges, there are much too few these days. At nights, I’m so bored of life that it doesn’t seem worth crawling out of my coffin or bed [depends on where I choose to sleep]. A challenge I also miss greatly is a skilled sword fighter, since there are very few of those these days, especially such who would use a broadsword. As for my other weakness, it is that of any vampire… Starbucks coffee… uh I mean blood, of course. The sight or scent of it will easily catch my attention and make me forget most things around me. The sweet scent, calling out to me, to come to taste… mhhh… Sorry, where was I? Ah, right. Blood. Enough said.

Appearance;;

Hair: Vibrant red hair that people keep comparing with fresh blood and similar, but it’s basically what red hair looks like after a few centuries without sunlight to bleach it out. It reaches a bit past my shoulders, slightly wavy, but only enough not to be completely smooth.

Eyes: Green... really, really green. Not gray-green, not blue-green, but simply emerald green. Yes, they’re naturally that way.

Height: 6 feet, yes, I was considered very tall at the time of my life.

Marks: Just how many undead, green eyed, naturally red haired, pale males are walking around these days?

Race: Nordic

Skin Tone: A nice tan... yeah, right. I’m pale, very pale. A few centuries without the sun, remember? [And of Nordic origin, which should explain it all.]

Body Type: I’m rather slim but then again, rather on to the athletic side, since I did train sword fighting regularly as a human. And not those light thingies that are used for showing off. Broadswords all the way.

Clothing Style: In my defense, I must say that the clothes in the picture are not my usual attire. At present I feel quite comfortable in dark jeans or slacks or leather occasionally. As for tops, it depends on the situation. Anything from tank tops to fine dress shirts. But on occasion, I will wear something as exotic as you see in the picture, but not too often.

Footwear: Whatever goes with the rest of the outfit. As long as it doesn’t look like I’ve worn it for at least a few decades. It has to be in good condition and nicely polished. I despise jogging shoes.

Summary:
Basically I’m hot. My apologies, but that had to be said. What can I add, that I have not said yet? I enjoy showing off my body, clothed or unclothed since I feel comfortable both ways. Also trough the centuries I have learned to move very gracefully, to the extent that it sometimes seems like I’m actually not walking but floating just above the ground. It’s just an illusion but a really neat trick that often impresses. Also extensive practice with swords has made me able to move very swiftly and smoothly.

PS.: For anyone who does not believe that I’m a natural redhead… you’re welcome to come and check for yourself. *winks and flashes a mischievous grin*

Personality;;

Likes:

1. Sex
2. Swords
3. Modern technology

Dislikes:

1. All who manically hang on to times long passed
2. Those who try to be my masters
3. Boredom

Flaws:

1. I
2. AM
3. FLAWLESS.

… I’m just kidding… [But modesty is certainly not one of them… *chuckles*] … Let me try again…

1. Vanity
2. Giving in to the urge to say most things that come to mind
3. Yanking people’s chains

Summary:
I doubt there is much that has to be said to the subject of sex. I enjoy it, but then, who does not? I like sex with both women and men, as long as they appeal to me, both physically and personality wise. I am not particularly into any kind of sex, but I like to try different things and experiment a bit. Now for the technology. I am up to date with most of the human technology of the modern world, because quite frankly, I like it very much. I see no reason to cling to the old fashioned ways [even though I do feel nostalgic sometimes] if the new ones make things easier. I love TV and like to watch different movies, from the comedies to horror movies and all that. Also I find the internet a very nifty invention. There are several others, like CDs and video games and so on. I like all those, so sue me if I ruined your illusion that all older vampires hate new technology, still use only candles and walk around dressed in capes.

As I have stated before, I am not one of those who long to keep things the same as they were centuries ago and I do dislike others who do. It is pointless. Just embrace all these wonderful new things and keep the old times in fond memory. Also I immensely dislike stronger vampires who want to be my masters and tell me what to do. I have had one master and I hated being her servant simply because I don’t like being told what to do and when to do it.

Unfortunately it takes quite an effort to prevent this from happening since I have not been blessed with any exceptional vampire skills but just the usual ones. I am strong but I don’t excel. As for the last of my dislikes, the boredom. Even if a lot of things change over the decades and centuries, at some point it still all becomes quite boring and you find yourself at a lost of what to do that you have not done yet. This I dislike because in a way I am afraid that some night I will go out of my mind because of boredom.

On to my flaws. I do not really see any of the mentioned as real flaws, but I have been told that they are flaws. Vanity… I think it is perfectly fine to be vain if you have reason for it and I think I have plenty of reason. Okay… maybe I am overdoing it a bit, but never mind. Next. I had gotten rid of that habit in the past, while I had a master, because I was forced to, but a few decades after she died, it returned almost full force and I just can’t help myself but to speak my mind. Lastly, I enjoy yanking people’s chains. It’s all in fun, but I know that some day I’ll probably pick the wrong person and get seriously hurt. Until then, let the fun continue.

Background Check;;

Family Members: Does it matter? They’re all long dead. Very long dead. But if it must be said. I had a mother and a father, which I am sure, surprises you immensely. Right… I also had four brothers and two sisters. That’s that. All died mortals.

Birth Place: I’m not entirely sure what it’s called nowadays. Countries change names too much. But it was somewhere in northern Europe. Some Nordic country. [And knowing that, no Damian is obviously not my birth name, but it is a name I am fond of and have been using for quite a long time now.]

Childhood: I remember... many things really. But most of them are of no importance. But what I remember most fondly are horses, snow, endless forests and hunting.

Transformation: You see when a mommy vampire and a daddy vampire love... Just joking. Seriously. I caught the eye of some vampire... I shall not utter the adjectives that spring to mind... who enjoyed collecting good looking men and well... here I am, undead. And at this point I will say that I am not the one who put an end to her, even though I would have loved to.

Prey: Usually I just order out... I’ll stop with the jokes, I promise. I take whatever is willing... to give blood I mean. If none’s willing I’ll just find someone who strikes my fancy at the moment.

Fang Power: They shoot laser beams... geez... They’re just fangs. Maybe I should say that they are always present. They don’t grow longer when my lust for blood rises and don’t retract when I’ve had enough blood. But I have enough practice not to flash them accidentally, they show when I want them to.

Other Transformation: I’d just leave them to die... not because my fangs have poison in them [I’m not sure you noticed so far but... I’m not a snake, seriously... not a naga either...], if I leave them to die, they will die from blood loss. But if I feed from someone who’s willing, I’ll leave them just a bit dazed from the experience and they’ll be fine. That’s that. If I want to change anyone, I have to drain them and feed them my blood, but I had no real desire to do so up to now.

History:
Where to start… Well I was born in some Nordic country, like I already told you, as the fifth of seven children. I had what was considered a pretty much normal childhood in that time. When I wasn’t helping my parents I was playing with my siblings and other village children or annoying the hell out of them, depending on my mood. As embarrassed as I am to say this, as I child I looked more like my older sister than my brothers which was a constant source for amusement. Father was so disappointed that I was rather small and not exactly of bulky build, since my brothers all had a deal more muscle mass than I at the same age.

Well, anyway. I learned to ride not long after I learned to walk since horses were the fastest way to get around on land. So most of my childhood was spent riding trough the woods and hunting, setting traps, fishing, which I all enjoyed. Of course I also took part in a lot of fights, since I wasn’t exactly happy when people said that I looked like a girl, call it male ego or whatever you want to. Other than that, my life was normal; nothing truly extraordinary happened to me.

As I said, I was the smallest of my siblings and cotemporaries for a long time, until almost the end of my childhood, when I seriously started to grow and didn’t stop until I was taller than anyone I knew. I was also practicing with swords at a daily basis and, if I might add, I was very good at it. Now you can probably imagine that the people who used to taunt me and call me girly were feeling very sorry for it by now. *cannot resist an amused grin* Though I was still slim, I had more than enough strength to wield a large broadsword seemingly with ease. It’s not as easy as it looks, but never mind that.

To continue… I have always enjoyed women very much and had easy play with them since I was beautiful instead of being the usual rough manly type they were used to. Even though some girls did reject me because they envied my looks. A pity, really… for them. No, I’m not vain, just realistic… right. Now most men didn’t really like it that I bedded their women. Go figure. Which lead to more fights and a rather bad reputation. *sighs* How could I have done that to my poor family? *shrugs* It´ was fun is all I can say about that.

After some time, and a few blue eyed women with blue eyes husbands giving birth to remarkably green eyed children, my farther demanded I find myself a nice, pretty little bride and settle down. Which I was very reluctant to do, of course. Give up all my fun to spend my whole life with one woman and be nice and a good husband and behave myself and all? Not my thing, sorry.

So after a loud exchange of opinions, a few bruises and a split lip on my side, I gathered my belongings, kissed mommy goodbye, stole daddy’s best horse and galloped off. I kept traveling for some time, stopping for a short while in one village or another. At some point, I decided that life here just wasn’t exciting enough and that couldn’t find enough entertainment here, I got on a ship and left my bellowed snowy forests behind to live in the grand cities of Europe. It took me some time to get accustomed to it all, but I absolutely loved it all. It was different, more exciting than I could ever have dreamed and all so new.

Money was not really a problem, since I had easy play getting into the houses of rich counts and dukes and all that aristocracy… their wives were glad to take me to their bedrooms every now and then. Some money they gave me, and some I stole. Dirty little thief? Ah well… one has to live. My life at this point was as wonderful, or more than in my wildest dreams.

However the drams turned to nightmares once she came into my life. First I was fascinated with her, captivated and she showed obvious interest in me, even though she was constantly surrounded by stunningly beautiful men. At that point I had no idea what she was, had never even heard of the things called ´vampires´. But I did find out what she was when after mind blowing sex she started kissing my neck. It was a wonderful feeling and I enjoyed it… until she bit me and started drinking my blood. I tried to push her away at first, screamed for help but once she’d taken enough all I could do was stare at her once she lifted her head from my neck again, tongue darting out to lick my blood of those soft lips of hers. This particular moment is burned deep into my mind and I will most likely never get rid of it, because at that moment she was the most beautiful and at the same the most terrifying being I have ever seen. After that, you know how it’s done so I believe I must not go trough the process of describing every detail. Maybe the only other thing halfway worth mentioning is that the cut she made for me to drink her strong blood was on the mound of her right breast, just above the nipple, most probably so she could get pleasure while I fed on her blood.

Soon after I was a vampire and servant to the lovely lady [as I thought of her at that time] who had a burning passion for beautiful men, although she’d occasionally share her bed with a woman too. But she soon proved to be nothing like what she had let me see while she had made me come to her. In reality, this lovely, polite, witty, radiant, polite, fine lady was a real harpy. And one hell of a one really. She proved to be very short tempered and found great enjoyment in punishing anyone and everyone who would not bow to her will.

And so my own personal hell began. As you might have noticed by now, I am indeed a vain person who likes to speak his mind and not in the least humble or willing to serve. So I believe it is not hard to see, that I was very reluctant to be the servant of this woman. But unfortunately she had the power [and wickedness] to make you think twice before disobeying her and risking her anger. So while under her command, I had to learn to have a great deal of patience, keep my mind shut and just do what she told me to. While I do not deny that I had no objections when I was told to join her in bed, there were other tasks I enjoyed much less. One other thing I did not particularly mind doing was getting rid of people and lesser vampires and lycans who stood in her way. During that time I got a lot of practice with decapitating various being with one blow. Another enjoyable task was using my charms to seduce humans and other vampires when she wanted to gain something from them, like money, land, mansions and so on.

Also I can say that she is the one who made me develop a fancy for men since she liked to watch her servants touch each other. At first I was very much appalled by the mere idea of it and very much humiliated to be forced to participate. But after I got over the embarrassment and let myself enjoy it rather than resent it, I found that I liked it but had been to stubborn to admit it to myself before.

About two centuries of my life I spent as her servant before something happened. I have no idea why, but she started loosing her mind [maybe it was because she was already very old, I do not know for sure] and started slaughtering people like mad. Now this was at the time when hunters were plenty and already quite good at taking out vampires, so we did not want their attention turned to us. Fortunately a few of the old and strong ones thought so too and had her executed. Believe me, if she was still among us, I would not speak of her as I do now, because as much as I am speaking my mind about her now, I would have never dared while she was alive. I love life too much to do something foolish like that. Because as much as I resented being her servant, I did what I was told because I was terrified of her, which was what she wanted. All her servants feared her immensely and most other vampires also. The mere thought of her is still enough to make chills run along my spine.

But enough of her because after her death, my life continued differently. I was free once more and took full advantage of it.

Since that time I have been traveling the world and have quite a few residences in various countries around the world, the ones I like best. Now, where do I get the money for that? Well, I do what I did before. I kill things. For a price, of course. I don’t do it the whole time, like you would with a job; I just do it occasionally when I need a larger amount of money. I also don’t take any contract offered to me, please, I’m not stupid. I avoid contracts on stronger vampires at any cost, but other than that I don’t differentiate between the species´. Human, vampire, werewolf… it’s really all the same to me. But sometimes, I choose to instead inform the person that they have a contract put out on their head… if I am sure that they will pay me well for just informing them and for not taking it of course. I’m a practical little devil, you might say, but it works fine for me.


Code Word:
poof the magic fairy baby

[Lady Thorn]

I be approving this bio.