My boys

[lucifer]

I´d like the profiles of my boys, please


Species - Human
Name - Lucifer
Username - lucifer


Species - Werewolf
Name - Shou Asami
Username - lucifer


Species - Vampire
Name - Damian
Username - lucifer

[Isi Runasimi]

Alias: Luce [nickname given by friends], Lucy [used by friends when teasing him since he loathes it]

Name: Lucifer

Gender: Male

Orientation: Bisexual [as far as sex is concerned, for a real relationship prefers a male]

Age: 21

Species: Human

Job: Currently he has no job since he´s still living off of the money Master gave him when he made him leave a few months ago. But eventually he will have to find something since the money won´t last forever, especially with Lucifer's fancy of luxury. Finding a job could show to be hard since he´s not used to working and also doesn´t take orders too well.

Specialties

Mental: Lucifer has a way of charming his way out of tight situations with the help of his cleverness but also his looks. Once he figures out what someone wants, he is more than capable of using it to get what he wants. So basically he is kind of a manipulative person when it suits him. When he goes mental, he doesn´t care who he hurts or kills, so then he´s at his most dangerous and a perfect killer since he feels no pity and regrets nothing.

Physical: He´s good at throwing knives and even better at fencing since he was taught how to do both by the vampire who raised him. He can also use a broadsword, though a rapier is preferable, since broadswords tend to be rather heavy. Using a gun is not an issue as well, but he doesn´t really enjoy shooting with a gun and learned and practiced it only out of boredom.

Hobbies: Going clubbing with friends and currently moving around from one city [or even country... heck, continent] to the other are some of Lucifer´s ways for passing his free time. Also he enjoys fencing very much but doesn´t have much chance to do it at the present since it isn´t that easy to find opponents. Other than that he likes to read a good book now and then [preferably fantasy or science-fiction and with a nice amount of irony; absolutely not a crime or romance novel type], watch television or play video games. Playing violin and dancing are two more activities that Lucifer enjoys doing in his free time.

Weakness

Mental: It could be considered a weakness that he usually wouldn´t kill, since he´s not that malicious of a person [unless his sanity starts to slip, then he´s a ruthless killer]. Even if attacked and killing or causing some serious damage to the attacker would be the best defense, he wold nonetheless try to cause as little damage as possible. Also he has great fear of being abandoned by someone he loves greatly and believes to be loved by them also. Being abandoned again would hurt him deeply and leave him a wreck since he really is more sensitive than he usually lets on.

Physical: Lucifer never had to fight for real, so he´s not really good at that. His only chance of winning an unarmed fight would be out of sheer luck at aiming the punches and kicks or a wonder. Also not being very tall or massively built is rather an disadvantage in fights, not the best combination to go with the lack of fighting skills.

Other: Lucifer sees rather well in the dark, not as good as a vampire or lycan, of course, but better than most mortals. This is mainly due to living with a vampire for many years, thus the night being his day and vice versa.

Physical Appearance

Hair: Lucifer has long, smooth, gleaming blue-black hair, that reaches down to the middle of his back, or maybe just a little further. His hair isn´t evenly cut so some strands are longer and some shorter [mostly those around his face are shorter].

Eyes: His eyes are a clear sapphire blue color and surrounded by thick, ebony lashes. These eyes can be very warm and friendly at times, but at others they can be cold as ice and hard as the gems their color strongly resembles to, depending on the person he is dealing with or the situation at hand.

Facial Structure: Lucifer has a rather wide, marble-smooth forehead and high, elegant cheekbones, combined with a straight patrician nose and a full, passionate mouth. All in all his face gives a somewhat noble, aristocratic impression.

Skin: Lucifer´s skin is very pale, building a strong contrast to his gleaming sapphire eyes and dark hair. The paleness is probably partly inherited but it´s also due to having spent many years living at night and sleeping at day, thus not having much opportunity to get a tan.

Height: Lucifer is about 5'8". Even though that isn´t all that tall he´s fine with it, since it´s not that small either. Besides, he doesn´t have to be tall to be noticed, his looks suffice.

Weight: Probably about average or slightly under the average. He doesn´t care how much he weights exactly, after all, as long as he looks good numbers don´t matter.

Body Type: Lucifer is slim, but muscular enough to be well built. He could hardly be called athletic but that doesn´t mean that he doesn´t have one hot body to look at. Besides a lean body goes much better with his face than a buff one would.

Clothing: As far as clothes are concerned he likes to dress in black but also doesn´t mind some crimson, dark violet/purple or blue for a change now and then. Maybe even white. Concerning pants jeans or leather is perfectly fine; if it´s rather tight, or skin tight, it´s even better. Similar with the tops, where he prefers ones that fit his body rather snugly. If he goes out at day, he tends to wear sunglasses if it´s sunny, since his eyes are rather sensitive to strong sunlight. Also he gets sunburned easily due to his pale skin, so he is most likely to wear a long sleeved shirt at day in summer to avoid that happening.. Somewhat mysterious, his appearance and beauty demand attention, no matter what he is wearing.

Footwear: Boots are his favorite footwear but dress shoes or ordinary shoes will do if they are better suited for the outfit and/or occasion. He preferres both types of footwear in black, real leather and polished to a shine.

Other: The only jewelery he always wears is a small silver earring trough his left earlobe. Other jewelery he puts on when he feels like it and chooses what of it to wear according to the clothes he is wearing. Also he has a tattoo of two black wings that reaches over most of his back. [You can see what it looks like on the picture at the bottom of the bio.]

Personality

Likes: Enjoys good books and music [various types, from punk and rock to classical music]. Lucifer also likes to watch a good movie now and then and playing video games. If you look at it that way, he´s just a normal teenager. But on the other hand he also enjoys the theater, opera and musicals, which maybe isn´t that typical but being raised by an old, aristocratic vampire can leave you with a taste for such things. Also, as mentioned before, he likes fencing very much. As for food, Lucifer likes to eat good and has nothing against exotic gourmet foods but also can´t resist something as simple as pizza. When he´s in a club or so he likes to drink cocktails, his current favorite being Zombie. Other things he likes are the night, the full moon, cemeteries, fog, old Victorian and Gothic buildings and similar things.

Dislikes: Lucifer dislikes the sunlight since it tends to hurt his eyes if he isn´t wearing shades and also burns his skin quickly. Another thing he dislikes immensely is being bored, being lonely and not getting enough attention from the people around him. Also he dislikes not being shown the proper respect since he has quite an ego and demands to be given the proper respect. Only because vampires and lycans are stronger than humans does not mean that they don´t need to respect them after all.

Attitude:

In Tight Situations: When in a tight situation, Lucifer will try [often successfully] to charm his way out but won´t shy away from blackmail and lies if the charm doesn´t work. He will only fight if there really is no other possibility of getting out of the situation. If he has any weapons on him, he will first try to threaten or warn and will only use them if he has no other option. [This all of course is for the times when he is sane. When not in his right mind, he will carefully choose the moment to use the weapon, one when he´ll have the advantage of surprise and will be able to do the most damage to his opponents.]

Schedule: Lucifer usually gets up some time in the afternoon or early in the evening. Unless he is meeting friends earlier or has some business to attend to that can´t be taken care of at night. After getting up it´s time for a shower, brushing teeth and such things, before getting dressed. Then Lucifer has breakfast [more like dinner, but since it´s after he wakes up it can be considered breakfast], either what he has at home or he goes out to eat. After that he either goes out with friends or has them come over. If he´s alone he sometimes stays at home and reads or watches TV, if not, he goes out, to a club or so or just for a walk trough the city he´s currently living in. Basically he does what he feels like. He´s rarely about at day simply out of habit and because he finds the night much more beautiful and interesting than the day.

History

Birth: Lucifer doesn´t know where exactly he was born or when [the date, the year he knows]. He is only almost completely sure that it was somewhere in Europe, though he isn´t sure which country. Flavius probably knows, or could dig it out of his mind if Lucifer had asked him to, but he never felt the need to really know.

Childhood: His first memories are from when he was about three years old. The memories are of himself curled up beside a big wooden box in a dark, dirty alley and he´s crying, cold, hungry and badly frightened. His first memory of a person is also from that time and is of a tall, mysterious man leaning down to him and scooping him up in his arms. The next part is only short, rather unconnected memories of him being carried trough the night, the interruptions are probably due to him falling asleep and waking up several times since he had been exhausted. Also there is a memory of waking curled up on the back seat of a car with a coat laid over him to keep him warm. The next time he woke up, he was under a warm blanket on a huge bed in a beautifully furnished room which was his room in that manor from then on.
Lucifer´s childhood after he had been taken in by the vampire was rather normal. Or that´s how he sees it even though most people wouldn´t consider it normal to grow up in beautiful, insanely expensive manors all around the world and being surrounded by vampires most of the time. However, if you never knew any other way of living, you see it as normal. Flavius, which is the vampire´s name, took care of Lucifer´s education together with some other vampires that were often present. He learned a lot since he showed interest in most subjects, even though of course more for some than others. He never thought Maths all that exciting but liked Literature and History very much, also Biology. But he wasn´t schooled only in various scientific subjects but also in the way of good manners – knowing how to behave in high society. The other things Lucifer learned were fencing, playing the violin, different languages, horse riding, traditional dances… Just what aristocrats would have their children learn.
Lucifer was spoiled a great deal since he could have whatever he needed or wished for. Of course he was also punished when he did something wrong, after all, otherwise children tend to get out of hand if you let them get away with everything. The punishment was never too severe, but enough for him to learn what he should do and what not. But it was also rarely really necessary, since Lucifer tried hard to please the man who had taken him in. He never really saw Flavius as his father and never called him that, unless they were among mortals and it had been requested of him to do so. Instead he took to referring to Flavius as Master, out of his own will, mostly to show his gratitude and devotion to the vampire. Even though Lucifer called Flavius Master, he was never his servant in any way.
As Lucifer was growing up, he started changing from a pretty, innocent looking young boy with wide sapphire eyes to a young man, or rather still more boy, who already showed the qualities of the beautiful young man he would become.

High School Life: Lucifer never attended high school since it is kind of hard to do that if you sleep trough the whole day most of the time and are awake at night. But it never bothered him since he received all the education he needed and wanted from Master and his friends.
By now Lucifer was already a beautiful young man whose appearance demanded attention. He still kept some of that innocent look but by now he had learned to mostly use his dazzling smiles and charm on others on purpose and not only coincidentally as he had done before. Lucifer had learned to spend some time alone among mortals by now and did enjoy going out with his normal, human, friends now and then. Maybe on a concert, dancing or just to hang out together or for a few drinks. But still he spent most of his time with Master and the vampires who were frequent guests at all of Flavius´ mannors around the world. Lucifer was more used to them than he was to mortals, so he felt more at home with them. Especially he liked to spend as much time as possible with Master, whom he absolutely adored and with whom they were lovers for some time now.

Lucifer was happy at that time, but things just had to go wrong at some point, because you can never stay happy for too long. At some point Master started to spend less time with Lucifer, leaving him alone to do whatever he wanted. Lucifer assumed that it was just a phase or Flavius simply had a few things to settle, since there had occasionally been things that had taken some time to care of before. A perfect explanation for Master´s absence. So Lucifer just used the time to hang around with his mortal friends more and so, which was fun, even though he still missed spending time with Flavius a lot. When things didn´t change, Lucifer asked Master about it, but was told to just have fun. He was a human and should really start spending more time with humans. It did take some time to get used to not being able to spend much time with Flavius anymore, it was depressing, but he managed.
However it all became a completely different story when a vampire moved into the manor he had been sharing with Flavius. Not that there weren´t usually vampires around, they stayed for a few days or even weeks, but this time it seemed to be for longer and Flavius was spending a great deal of time with this newcomer. Not hard to guess that Lucifer didn´t like any of it, not one bit. He did tolerate it for some time but then went into a fit, throwing questions at Master at random. Was he not beautiful enough anymore? Not good enough? Didn´t he love him enough? What the hell was Flavius thinking? A long talk followed in which Master tried to explain that it wasn´t that but simply that he needed a companion who was like him. It, of course, resulted in a nother fit and the question why he didn´t just simply make Lucifer a vampire. He wouldn´t mind, he was willing to become an immortal and even knew very well what he would become. That was Lucifer´s opinion anyway. Flavius refused to change him, especially as young as he was, without having much experience as a normal human. Maybe he was afraid that Lucifer would be too detached from humans and it would make him cruel. But he didn´t tell, simply refused to bring him over.
Lucifer got it into his head that Master simply didn´t see him as worthy or good enough to be made an immortal and it hurt him deeply. Also he grew to loath the vampire that had come between them, even though it really wasn´t the other´s fault. It was just the thought that Flavius thought the vampire better than Lucifer and thus Lucifer was being pushed aside again. The fear of being abandoned again, as he had been as a child started growing in him and he hated the mere thought of it, feared it also. But at the same he felt betrayed. He loved Flavius so much, he was willing to do anything for him and the vampire was rejecting him, was unwilling to make him his immortal companion. Instead he had chosen some vampire, one who would never love him as sincerely as Lucifer loved him, would never be as loyal and devoted. Of course Lucifer´s pride was also hurt, his ego having suffered quite a blow trough the whole thing. It was impossible for him to understand how Master could prefer the vampire to him.
Hatred, envy, jealousy, fear… they were all nagging at Lucifer constantly, making it hard to see things rationally. Or even completely sanely for that matter. Hell, he could feel his sanity slipping sometimes and couldn´t do a thing to stop it. At times he had no idea what he was doing, then he had blackouts. After those, he couldn´t remember what he had been doing or even thinking during that time. Sometimes he would suddenly be standing somewhere, like he had just woken up, without having any idea how he had gotten there. If he tried to think about what had been happening, the result were murderous headaches so he gave it up after a few tries. He couldn´t remember it anyways so why torture himself? A time came when he locked himself in his room for nights, refusing to answer to anyone who tried to come in or talk him into coming out. He would just sit there, staring in front of himself and wouldn´t even react to Flavius calling him or trying to talk to him trough the door or even into his mind. Flavius was being stupid… just wait and see, it wouldn´t be long until the other vampire left him or even betrayed him.
The whole thing dragged on for some time, before it escalated, breaking the possibilities of fixing things completely. Lucifer never could remember what exactly had happened. At least not what had been going on before the moment when he found himself kneeing over the other vampire, doing his best to slice his head of with a long dagger while his eyes gleamed insanely. He had surprised the vampire, otherwise he´d never be able to overpower such a strong being. But living among vampires taught you how to surprise them also, even though it wasn´t easy. Hell he´d done a decent job on this one, good enough to have a fair chance of getting rid of the damned thing once and for all. Maybe he would have succeeded if Master hadn´t come and pulled him away. Or maybe he woul have gotten killed. It was impossible to tell really. The vampire wasn´t that old and powerful, stronger than any human, yes but not nearly as strong as Master. Lucifer had cried his eyes out after he realized that he´d almost killed. It had never been his way to even think about killing anyone, not even in self defense, much less like this. Also the disappointment in Flavius´ gaze as he looked at him was so painful to bear, it almost made him cry again.
But he didn´t. Putting up all his defenses, he just nodded when Flavius told him that it was for the best if he left. He could see that Master wasn´t cold and emotionless when he said it, he looked like it pained him to do this, to send him away. But to hell with that. Then he souldn´t have told him to. That was what Lucifer´s pride was telling him. He could probably have begged to be forgiven and maybe things could have been fixed but he hadn´t since he was much too proud for something like that. The same night, Lucifer packed most of his things and left, head held high in arrogance, showing that he would certainly not apologize or beg. Flavius would see with time who had been right…

Since then Lucifer has started living a new life, doing his best to just forget the whole mess. Of course it´s impossible to forget most of your life so far, but maybe with time… Some vampires tend to make him bitter now since there is still the fact that he could have been Master´s companion even now had he been one of them or had Flavius made him to one of them. So he sometimes shows a distaste for vampires, but will eventually get along with some if they are a pleasant person and persistent enough to get him to really get to know them.


Relationships: The strongest relationship Lucifer has had with anyone so far was the one with Flavius. The relationship was first somewhat a father-son relationship when Lucifer was a child but when he grew older, the relationship also changed. When Lucifer was sixteen, they became lovers, to which Lucifer had very willingly agreed. Lucifer almost worshiped Flavius and was completely loyal and devoted to him. After all, what else could one expect, considering that the vampire had taken him in as a child and given him a life of which most could only dream. Beside the sex, Lucifer also let Master have his blood when he craved it and actually rather enjoyed being fed from since it pleased a slightly masochistic side of him that otherwise very rarely showed. But the relationship fell apart for many reasons, one of them being Lucifer's almost insane jealousy which came from the original intense love and admiration of Master that had, truth be told, bordered slightly on obsession. But the end of the relationship affected Lucifer very badly due to his strong bond with Flavius, leaving a few consequences on his mentality.
Other than that Lucifer hasn´t had any real love relationships so far. A few flirts and flings, short affairs with both men and women but nothing serious. The only other relationships at present are friendships with mortals and immortals alike since in a sense he belongs in both worlds. But things could be moving toward another love relationship at present.

Personal Life: At present Lucifer tries to keep his personal life normal to a certain degree. He tries to make friends in the cities he moves in to and just lead somewhat a normal life. Not too normal of course, since then it´d get boring. But friends are really important since he gets lonely fast and needs people around him sometimes. Like most other people he really just wants to find someone to love who would love him back but at the same time he´s not too keen of letting others too close since he doesn´t want to be hurt again. He doesn´t thing about it but somewhere deep inside he has serious doubts that he´d be able to recover if he got abandoned or rejected again. Which is why he may appear willing to make firends but reluctant to form a deeper relationship with anyone. He would risk it if he found a person he could really trust, but it would take a little time for him to stop being afraid of letting anyone close enough to love.

Other: Lucifer is the name that was given to him by Flavius. What his name had been before the vampire had found him he doesn´t know. Probably Flavius could have found it in his memories if Lucifer had asked him to, but Lucifer never bothered to do so since he liked theme he had been given just fine.

Family:

Mother: unknown
Father: unknown
Siblings: unknown
Lucifer has only ever considered Flavius as his family. He doesn´t know who his real family was or is, if they are still alive, nor does he care. Someone who abandons you as a child is not worth knowing about.

Codeword: muffinsrc00l

The tattoo on his back:

[Isi Runasimi]

FORM W

Alias: /

Name: Shou Asami

Gender: Male

Orientation: Homosexual

Physical Age: 17

Real Age: 17

Species: Werewolf

Sire: Who sired him is unknown since it happened during an attack and the werewolf didn´s stick around.

Wealth: Broke. Occasionally has a little cash but that´s really rare.

History of Wealth: When he has money, it´s usually stolen and he feels bad about it. But he really needs it to live and sometimes there is no other way.

Job: None. Who would employ underage, illiterate street trash?

Moon Status: He can change at will and is not bound to the full moon. It could hardly be any other way, considering the amount of training he´s been given in shifting. But he does it as little as possible since he loathes it.

Specialties

Mental: Even though life has treated him really badly, he still has quite some optimism in him that makes him go on. In quite some cases, his eagerness to please and all come quite handy and can help keep him out of trouble, even if it doesn´t always work.

Physical: Since he´s a werewolf he´s quite strong, stronger than an aaveragehuman and also faster. In his beast form the strength and speed increase even more, of course. Also the claws and teeth can do quite some damage if need be.

Hobbies: He has no real hobbies, since he´s busy enough with getting trough each day. But whenever he can, he likes sitting in front of a TV, usually that means sitting or standing in the street before a show-window, and watching movies. It´s not much but it´s still better than nothing.

Weakness

Mental: Even if the ability to give in is a good one, he is far too willing to do it. Also he is quickly put down and convinced that he´s just unworthy trash, making him even more submissive to those who aren´t.

Physical: He´s more slim than athletic so he doesn´t have that much muscle mass. Against a human it isn´t really important but when confronted with another werewolf or even a vampire, it can be inconvenient. Also he has seldom had enough to eat, which leaves him rather weakened.

Other: Another thing is his fear, almost phobia, of women and doctors. Especially the combination of both makes him scared out of his mind.

Physical Appearance

Hair: His hair is thick and dark brown. When possible, he get´s it cut rather short, because it´s easier to care for, but sometimes it grows longer. Then it´s usually quite messy, though he tries to keep it as tidy as possible.

Eyes: Dark blue eyes, but they change shades, so sometimes they appear darker and sometimes lighter, framed by long, black lashes. His emotions reflect quite clearly and strongly in his eyes, so it isn´t hard to read him.

Facial Structure: A narrow face with rather high cheekbones, a straight nose and a firm chin. His lips are very full, especially the upper lip. His mouth and eyes stand out quite strongly and are hard not to notice. All in all a rather striking appearance, although not classically beautiful.

Skin: Has a rather pale complexion, lighter than it looks at first glance, since it´s hard to really keep clean while living on the street. Has a scar on his left cheek from when he was attacked and infected with lycantrophy. It´s not very nnoticeable when his face is relaxed, but when it tenses or he smiles, it stands out rather strongly, often giving the impression of a sarcastic smirk.

Height: Just a little under 5´11˝. So not extremely tall, but also not small, a satisfactory height one could say.

Weight: Hasn´t been wighted in years so no idea. But probably at least a bit under the awerage since he isn´t exactly well fed in everyday life.

Body Type: Slender even though he has some muscle, but not all that much. Depends on how lucky he is at the moment, since sometimes a longer period of bad luck comes, then he looks underweight after some time.

Clothing: Almost anything is fine, as long as it keeps him warm. But if given the choice a pair of jeans, a T-shirt and a warm jacket, all in a bit darker colors is perfect. Most of his clothes are very worn since he has only a few pieces of clothing that he wears until they´re too torn to still be wearable. He does make an effort to wash the clothes as often as possible since he doesn´t like being dirty but it´s hard to avoid that completely.

Footwear: Whatever he can get and fits at least halfway will do. Currently he has a pair of combat boots that he was given as a gift by a bouncer at a back door of a club in an alley where Shou often hangs out. He got them after his last shoes started falling apart.

Other: Originally from Russia [though his mother was French]. If he was cleaned and properly dressed, he could be quite a looker with his a bit unusual features.

Physical Appearance Werewolf Form

Fur: His fur is dark grayish and brown, almost black but not quite. He has no really outstanding features as a wolf. When he´s starving and underweight, it´s of course also noticable on the beast.

Eyes: His eyes don´t completely shift colors to amber or something like that. They stay blue, but the color fades, making his eyes a very pale blue, similar to husky dogs eyes.

Facial Structure: A rather narrow and not very massive head with a long muzzle. The scar on his cheek stays visible in this form too, since it isn´t covered by fur.

Height: He´s taller in wolf form than he is in human, but not by that much, about 6´2˝. Not really a very large wolf but then again, he´s not a very large human so it is to be expected.

Weight: How much exactly isn´t known. But the weight varies, just like in his human form, depending on how much he´s had to eat in the last days or weeks.

Personality

Likes: Shou likes the night and the moon very much, it´s fascinated him since he was a child. Also he loves movies, though he seldom has a chance to see them. Friendliness from people is also one thing he gets very happy about since it´s very rare. He´s happy with little so he likes many things.

Dislikes: He iimmenselyy dislikes pain and fears it very much. Also he has a fear of women and doctors [because of the woman who adopted him]. The second can be quite a problem if he get´s sick and would need a doctor, because he really panics and turns into a shivering, whimpering mass of fear. He also doesn´t like to be around many people or people getting too close to him. Even more then people coming too close, he hates people touching him. Even if someone has no intent of hurting him, touch will still make him flinch away since it´s a natural reaction of his body after a deal of bad experiences with people [being hit and beaten up].

Attitude: He´s really a very sweet, gentleand shy person even though one maybe wouldn´t expect it from a person living in the streets. He usually talks in a very soft, careful voice when speaking with people, trying his best to be polite and not to do anything wrong. He tries to please since he really wishes to be accepted by people even though it rarely happens.
He´e used to being hated and despised but sometimes things people do still hurt. He´s very honest with his emotions and shows them openly, he´s very bad at hiding fear for instance. It doesn´t take much to make him happy, a friendly word or even a friendly look and a smile are enough. Gestures of kindness and people who show that someone does care can move him to the point of tears since he gets very little of that. He´s often afraid and very nervous around people though he tries to hide it. Also he has quite a inferiority complex.
It happens quite often that people take him for an arrogant, sarcastic person, due to the scar that makes him look like he´s smirking, when he´s actually smiling or just tense. It has gotten him in quite a deal of trouble already.

In Tight Situations: Shou will willingly admit that something is his fault, like is someone ran into him or tripped him deliberately, he will be apologizing for being so clumsy and will do anything to avoid a fight. He is very eager to please so he will try to make a compromise even if he doesn´t really profit from it at all. Everything to avoid a fight, even if it´s with a human and he could win it. He´s just too willing to give in in order to avoid more trouble or pain since he imensly dislikes it. He´s just a very submissive type of person.

Schedule: Usually after waking up, sometimes at day, sometimes at night, Shou will wander trough the streets and try to find something edible. Maybe try his luck in the evening with owners of bakeries or so, who may have something left from the day. Sometimes he´s in luck and they´re friendly and will give him something to eat. After the search for food, he will just roam the streets, trying to stay out of trouble and maybe find someone who´s willing to pay him money for helping with something. He can´t find a real job since he´s underage, uneducated and illiterate to top it off. He knows quite a few people since he´s about a lot but many are just as poor as he is though others, who have more money will occasionally give him some to help him out or they will give him some clothes. When it´s very cold in winter, some will even let him sleep over for the night, though he´ll refuse if it´s not really freezing, since he doesn´t want to be a burden to them. Usually he´ll find a place to sleep in an empty building or if none are about on a bench or in some alley. At times, he will steal from people if he really has to. He doesn´t like doing it, partially because he feels guilty and partially because he got beaten pretty bad in the past when caught.

History

Birth: Born in Petersburg, Russia to a Russian father and French mother. The date was the 7th of November, if he remembers correctly what the orphanage told him.

Childhood: His early childhood was rather normal, though his parents didn´t always have much time for him since they were actors, but they were with him as much as possible. When he was 4 his patents had an accident during one of their travels and he was brought to an orphanage since no one of the relatives really wanted the responsibility of raising him. During the time he got attacked by a lycan and was soon after adopted by an American doctor and scientist who wanted him precisely because he was a lycan, since she was studying them.
To say that she wasn´t exactly the nicest person would be an understatement. She forced Shou to learn to shift at will as soon as possible to be able to study the process and also the lycan form. After he´d learned how to, he was forced to shift often, which didn´t make it any less painful but she didn´t seem to see him as a real person anyway so she wasn´t bothered by the fact that it caused him pain each time. Also he was sometimes made to stay in his wolf form for longer periods of time, for more research of the wolf form. Trough the training in shifting he also learned how to only shift a part of the body and not transform fully. If he didn't do what was asked of him, punishment followed, which is why he is so eager to please even now.
Shou escaped her at the age of 14 when he was being driven to the lab she worked at to perform some tests. He didn´t exactly escape on his own, rather one of the assistants took pity on him and helped him get away. Since that time he´s been living on the streets.

Transformation: He was a bit of a strange child, often sneaking out at night at the orphanage to watch the stars and the moon, since they fascinated him. One night he was just at the wrong place at the wrong time and got attacked by a lycan. It would probably have torn him apart and eaten him but since it was being pursued by a hunter who caught up during the attack, it didn´t have time to do it since it had to fight the hunter.

Prey: When he´s really hungry, Shou will resort to shifting and hunting. But since he´s such a sensitive person he could never hunt humans. He usually gets out of the city and to the surrounding woods to catch a rabbit or two. Only if he´s really hungry will he go for something as big as a deer but never humans.

Relationships: Shou doesn´t exactly have much experience with people, at least not good ones. He has problems trusting people since they´re rarely nice to him, rather look at him like he was the lowest thing ever. He does have a few people who he can call friends but he often feels that he´s a burden to them, though he does his best not to. He hasn´t experienced love so far and is really not good with relationships and people at all. At the same time he really wishes for someone who would take care of him, be nice, even though he thinks he doesn´t really deserve it. Like most he just wants someone to love who would love him back.

Other: Shou doesn´t like being a werewolf at all, since if he wasn´t a werewolf, the doctor would never have adopted him and his life could have been much different, probably better. Also he feels that people will dislike and despise him even more if they know what he is, which is why he works hard on keeping it a secret.
Though he thinks women pretty to look at, he is much too afraid of them to ever have any deeper relationship with a woman. He likes men much better in comparison and also doesn´t fear them as much though he´s generally afraid of people.

Family:
Father: deceased
Mother: deceased
Siblings: none

Codeword: muffinsrc00l

[Isi Runasimi]

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

About You;;
behind the RPer[/center]
Name: Tjasha

Age: 19

Years of Rping: About 4

Contact: [e-mail]

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: 313 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: White.

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 see 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.

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:
muffinsrc00l

[lucifer]

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