Post by Inu on Sept 1, 2008 11:39:45 GMT -5
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THE BRAIN;
Nickname; Inu
How did you find us? <3
THE BEAST;
Calling; Damocles Vangelis Smethwick
Age; 777 [looks mid-late thirties)
Gender; Male
Species; Vampire
Apperance; Likeness
Damocles is rather on the tall side, at 6'2", and quite lean. His skin was a light brown as a human, so now it isn't quite as pale as some vampires, though it has the distinctive sheen of the species. He has a long nose and fingers, giving him almost an elfish look. Teal-gray eyes contrast his mop of thick, carrot-coloured hair. The latter falls past his ears and into his eyes, not having had a haircut before being frozen for eternity. Damocles is a simple t-shirt and jeans sort of chap, only more old-fashioned. He is fond of deep, dark colours and waistcoats, even though they look a little odd on one so tall and thin. He also has a slight flair that he likes to show sometimes with a cape, feathered hat, gloves, walking stick, or some sort of thing like that. Not all at once, though. It makes things too complicated for him. Most of all, Damocles looks intelligent, if not exactly someone to trust.
Personality;
If nothing else, Damocles is interesting. In his past, as with most vampires, he did some things that he regretted later on. He was a rebellious, confident sort of youth, but over several centuries he mellowed out a little. Always intelligent, he has the abilities required to join over covens, such as the Royal Flush, which endeavour to make their little world a better place and all that. But Damocles would rather keep company in the lower circles, where he is most comfortable. His has lived his life amongst the vagrants of his kind, and he likes it.
Though not exactly anti-social, Damocles doesn't fare well in crowds, and prefers to spend his time alone, or with a few trusted friends. Damocles doesn't have many friends, but he is very loyal to those that he loves.
History;
In a small medieval village, there was a boy named Loki Abbot. He lived a very normal life of toil amongst the other peasants, and didn't look forward to having much of a future. He was quite clever for his class, and was pegged down for a priest early on in his life. Mischevious little Loki wasn't too fond of the idea, but he was very proud of himself, being pretty much the smartest kid in the place, and figured it couldn't be so bad to be a priest. During his studies, he learned a lot about pagans and how not to be one. It seemed to him that people were focusing on the bad a lot more than the good, and telling others not to do something more often than they ought. Loki had a rebellious nature that eventually got the best of him, and during his teenage years, he began to hang out with the village loonies. Some of them must really be insane, he figured, but others seemed to be in perfect posession of their minds. But the most interesting person to him was the village 'witch'.
Now, of course she wasn't really a witch, or they'd have burned her. But she was the healing woman who meddled with potions and gave you rabbit's feet to keep in your pocket and all that. Loki was fascinated by this, and, being one of those children who are forever asking 'why', he spent rather a lot of time with her. Sometimes she minded, and sometimes she didn't, but it didn't matter to him either way. In fact, he spent so much time with lunatics and pagans, that the rest of the village decided he'd better not be a priest after all, and his parents disowned him. After that, he lived with this woman, and she treated him fairly well, for a witch anyway. Never tried to eat him or anything silly like that. Probably because he was too skinny, but never mind. It was actually very nice of her, as he was an adult now, and ought to go off somewhere and make a living for himself. But the only thing he knew about was being a priest and being a village healer. So, the woman decided to make him her apprentice, of sorts.
Periodically, this woman would go out into the forest at night, never even giving a clue as to what she was up to, never allowing Loki to come along. Naturally being very curious, and proud, and not taking kindly to having secrets kept from him, Loki tried to follow her. Every time, he was stopped. He didn't know why - only that he would be following her silently at a safe distance, and then, when she disappeared into the forest, he would not be able to follow. It was physically impossible, and he could not explain it. After awhile, he began to notice certain things about this woman that as a child he had taken for granted. First, though she must be over fifty, she hadn't change at all as far as he could remember. But old people didn't really change so much. He could see that. There was another odd thing, though. Her energy. She was never tired, and come to think of it, Damocles couldn't remember ever seeing her sleep. When he hit the sack, she was awake. When he woke, she had woken earlier. She didn't eat much either, and Damocles had never seen her really enjoy her food.
For once, he wasn't sure how to word his questions, so he left them unanswered until one day, in his thirties, she told him a story. It was a good one, full of magic and immortals and blood and eternity and strength and speed and things. When she was finished, she told him something more, something that she had never, ever said to him about anything. She said, "It's true." Before Loki had time to properly disgest this, she went on to tell him that he was an arrogant git, but as good as her son nevertheless. She said that she didn't want to lose him, and that he was now of an age that, to humans, their mother-son relationship would be plausible. She asked him if he wanted to live forever. He said yes, of course. She asked him if he wanted to be between life and death forever. He had a moment of appreciation for the old woman, and said it was alright as long as they were together.
The next three days were the longest of forever. Pain is the only word to describe them, and there isn't much more to say than that. For the next three years, all that could be said about Damocles was that he was hungry. For the next three centuries, he was learning. Elena Torhild Smethwick taught him everything she knew, and he changed his name to match hers: Damocles Vangelis Smethwick. He learned so much more about Elena that he wondered how he could possibly have been so stupid as a human not to realise before that she was not of his species. This humbled him a little, as did their travelling together. Damocles had never imagined a world like the one he was able to see with eternity stretched before him. Not to mention the fact that they could cross oceans and mountains and deserts and all sorts of terrain without stopping.
Along the way, they met many other vampires. Some loners, some covens. It was a loner named Piotr Lasse Carey that changed their lifestyle. He was Elena's mate. The moment they met, they just knew that it was meant. They were married, and Damocles was pushed more and more out of the picture. Not intentionally, but it was a very natural thing to happen. He realised it was high time he went out on his own anyway. He bade goodbye to the Careys, and set out to find a new home for himself. A small town, inconspicuous, where he could stay for a decade at the very most, without too much bother from the locals. He didn't want to join a coven - it wasn't his style. Even living with two others had been crowded, though maybe that was just the fact that they were mates. Who knew. Anyway, he went through many, many small towns before arriving in Lamdon.
Though not particularly special, it had a nice deserted Inn that he decided to refurbish and claim as his own. Business wasn't good, but he didn't need business - it was a hobby more than anything. The Careys visited several times a year, and it was on one of these visits that they brought some interesting ... things with them. Their names were Yorick and Deidre, and they were reasonably new vampires that needed a family of sorts. Elena insisted her babysitting days were over, and that she thought it was high time Damocles became an Uncle. Grudgingly, he took them in, not expecting much to come of it. However, he found that the kids were rather interesting, each with gifts that complimented each other nicely. Plus, the Inn looked a whole lot nicer when they were around. Maybe something good would come of it indeed.
THE BEAUTY;
Mate; N/A
Miniatures; N/A
Alliance; Himself, Yorick, & Deidre
Specialty; Insight; Damocles gets occasional flashes from the future, and has a good intuition in the sense that he knows when people are going to come over unexpectedly, or when they are going to do someting unexpected.
Sexuality; Straight
Others; Yorick&Deidre&Feather&Eurydice&Dione
THE BRAIN;
Nickname; Inu
How did you find us? <3
THE BEAST;
Calling; Damocles Vangelis Smethwick
Age; 777 [looks mid-late thirties)
Gender; Male
Species; Vampire
Apperance; Likeness
Damocles is rather on the tall side, at 6'2", and quite lean. His skin was a light brown as a human, so now it isn't quite as pale as some vampires, though it has the distinctive sheen of the species. He has a long nose and fingers, giving him almost an elfish look. Teal-gray eyes contrast his mop of thick, carrot-coloured hair. The latter falls past his ears and into his eyes, not having had a haircut before being frozen for eternity. Damocles is a simple t-shirt and jeans sort of chap, only more old-fashioned. He is fond of deep, dark colours and waistcoats, even though they look a little odd on one so tall and thin. He also has a slight flair that he likes to show sometimes with a cape, feathered hat, gloves, walking stick, or some sort of thing like that. Not all at once, though. It makes things too complicated for him. Most of all, Damocles looks intelligent, if not exactly someone to trust.
Personality;
If nothing else, Damocles is interesting. In his past, as with most vampires, he did some things that he regretted later on. He was a rebellious, confident sort of youth, but over several centuries he mellowed out a little. Always intelligent, he has the abilities required to join over covens, such as the Royal Flush, which endeavour to make their little world a better place and all that. But Damocles would rather keep company in the lower circles, where he is most comfortable. His has lived his life amongst the vagrants of his kind, and he likes it.
Though not exactly anti-social, Damocles doesn't fare well in crowds, and prefers to spend his time alone, or with a few trusted friends. Damocles doesn't have many friends, but he is very loyal to those that he loves.
History;
In a small medieval village, there was a boy named Loki Abbot. He lived a very normal life of toil amongst the other peasants, and didn't look forward to having much of a future. He was quite clever for his class, and was pegged down for a priest early on in his life. Mischevious little Loki wasn't too fond of the idea, but he was very proud of himself, being pretty much the smartest kid in the place, and figured it couldn't be so bad to be a priest. During his studies, he learned a lot about pagans and how not to be one. It seemed to him that people were focusing on the bad a lot more than the good, and telling others not to do something more often than they ought. Loki had a rebellious nature that eventually got the best of him, and during his teenage years, he began to hang out with the village loonies. Some of them must really be insane, he figured, but others seemed to be in perfect posession of their minds. But the most interesting person to him was the village 'witch'.
Now, of course she wasn't really a witch, or they'd have burned her. But she was the healing woman who meddled with potions and gave you rabbit's feet to keep in your pocket and all that. Loki was fascinated by this, and, being one of those children who are forever asking 'why', he spent rather a lot of time with her. Sometimes she minded, and sometimes she didn't, but it didn't matter to him either way. In fact, he spent so much time with lunatics and pagans, that the rest of the village decided he'd better not be a priest after all, and his parents disowned him. After that, he lived with this woman, and she treated him fairly well, for a witch anyway. Never tried to eat him or anything silly like that. Probably because he was too skinny, but never mind. It was actually very nice of her, as he was an adult now, and ought to go off somewhere and make a living for himself. But the only thing he knew about was being a priest and being a village healer. So, the woman decided to make him her apprentice, of sorts.
Periodically, this woman would go out into the forest at night, never even giving a clue as to what she was up to, never allowing Loki to come along. Naturally being very curious, and proud, and not taking kindly to having secrets kept from him, Loki tried to follow her. Every time, he was stopped. He didn't know why - only that he would be following her silently at a safe distance, and then, when she disappeared into the forest, he would not be able to follow. It was physically impossible, and he could not explain it. After awhile, he began to notice certain things about this woman that as a child he had taken for granted. First, though she must be over fifty, she hadn't change at all as far as he could remember. But old people didn't really change so much. He could see that. There was another odd thing, though. Her energy. She was never tired, and come to think of it, Damocles couldn't remember ever seeing her sleep. When he hit the sack, she was awake. When he woke, she had woken earlier. She didn't eat much either, and Damocles had never seen her really enjoy her food.
For once, he wasn't sure how to word his questions, so he left them unanswered until one day, in his thirties, she told him a story. It was a good one, full of magic and immortals and blood and eternity and strength and speed and things. When she was finished, she told him something more, something that she had never, ever said to him about anything. She said, "It's true." Before Loki had time to properly disgest this, she went on to tell him that he was an arrogant git, but as good as her son nevertheless. She said that she didn't want to lose him, and that he was now of an age that, to humans, their mother-son relationship would be plausible. She asked him if he wanted to live forever. He said yes, of course. She asked him if he wanted to be between life and death forever. He had a moment of appreciation for the old woman, and said it was alright as long as they were together.
The next three days were the longest of forever. Pain is the only word to describe them, and there isn't much more to say than that. For the next three years, all that could be said about Damocles was that he was hungry. For the next three centuries, he was learning. Elena Torhild Smethwick taught him everything she knew, and he changed his name to match hers: Damocles Vangelis Smethwick. He learned so much more about Elena that he wondered how he could possibly have been so stupid as a human not to realise before that she was not of his species. This humbled him a little, as did their travelling together. Damocles had never imagined a world like the one he was able to see with eternity stretched before him. Not to mention the fact that they could cross oceans and mountains and deserts and all sorts of terrain without stopping.
Along the way, they met many other vampires. Some loners, some covens. It was a loner named Piotr Lasse Carey that changed their lifestyle. He was Elena's mate. The moment they met, they just knew that it was meant. They were married, and Damocles was pushed more and more out of the picture. Not intentionally, but it was a very natural thing to happen. He realised it was high time he went out on his own anyway. He bade goodbye to the Careys, and set out to find a new home for himself. A small town, inconspicuous, where he could stay for a decade at the very most, without too much bother from the locals. He didn't want to join a coven - it wasn't his style. Even living with two others had been crowded, though maybe that was just the fact that they were mates. Who knew. Anyway, he went through many, many small towns before arriving in Lamdon.
Though not particularly special, it had a nice deserted Inn that he decided to refurbish and claim as his own. Business wasn't good, but he didn't need business - it was a hobby more than anything. The Careys visited several times a year, and it was on one of these visits that they brought some interesting ... things with them. Their names were Yorick and Deidre, and they were reasonably new vampires that needed a family of sorts. Elena insisted her babysitting days were over, and that she thought it was high time Damocles became an Uncle. Grudgingly, he took them in, not expecting much to come of it. However, he found that the kids were rather interesting, each with gifts that complimented each other nicely. Plus, the Inn looked a whole lot nicer when they were around. Maybe something good would come of it indeed.
THE BEAUTY;
Mate; N/A
Miniatures; N/A
Alliance; Himself, Yorick, & Deidre
Specialty; Insight; Damocles gets occasional flashes from the future, and has a good intuition in the sense that he knows when people are going to come over unexpectedly, or when they are going to do someting unexpected.
Sexuality; Straight
Others; Yorick&Deidre&Feather&Eurydice&Dione
