Post by Will Warrender on Jun 19, 2009 23:44:31 GMT -7
†Daniel-Martin-Emmerson†
†Danny†
[/center]†General Information†
Full Name: Daniel Martin Emmerson
Nicknames: Danny, Dan, Dano, Danny-Boy, Nerd.
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Age they appear: Late Teens
Race: Vampire
Orentation: Heterosexual
Health Problems: Overweight with a wicked case of insomnia.
†Personality†
Basic Personality:
He's been down on himself for quite some time. He sees himself often as too fat, lazy short, there's very little he sees good in himself. As a teenager his other classmates made fun of him and that pecked enough doubt in himself that he just rips himself apart when he's left alone. He often seeking compliments or some sort of comfort from others. And is legitimately surprised when someone actually says something nice. He just needs to work on that lack of ego he has.
He still can't help being a decent individual, no matter how futile his lfe seems seems. He really is a hero in his own story...often attempting great acts of bravado, even though he doesn't have the body for it, or the stomach. But he tries to help where he can, even though he's mostly looking out for number one. He has a good grasp of actions and reactions. And thanks to his horrible case of doubt is always thinking of ways to avoid the worse case scenerio. It's all right and good to run off and be the hero. But a lot of heroes end up dead. And dead doesn't really achieve much of anything... Of course that doesn't guarantee that people will listen to him. Or that he can't be convinced to do the opposite of what his logic would dictate. But until his mind is changed he can be very vocal about how he feels. Really it just makes him sound like a whiner; always protesting what he thinks might be a bad idea.
He's terribly cynical, he always has been, but now things are much worse. His unhappiness has colored his perception no matter what comes his way. Nothing good will stay that way, and usually he has nothing good to think or say about a situation or any form of a noun. Luckily he tries to look on the bright side when he opens his mouth, it's just that he's never too surprised when the worse happens. He's a leery little creature. Looking around like everyone is either out to get him or any situation will. He doesn't often act like it right away, he usually behaves himself, but slowly yet surely his doubt sinks in. Nothing no matter how good it appears will stay that way for long. At least he thinks so, he worries himself into misery. He's constantly waiting for the other boot to drop. He doesn't necessarily think other people are trying to get him, rather he considers it could be some higher power. Yeah...that's about it. It's not really his fault. He's not his own worse enemy, there is no such thing as self fulfilling prophesy, nope not a bit..
Likes:
† His privacy.
† The stars.
† Music.
† Sci-Fi.
† Fantasy.
Hates:
† The cold.
† The wet.
† Living outside.
† Vampires.
† Strangers.
Talents:
† Is surprisingly sneaky for a man his size.
† Somehow he's pretty handy with a gun.
† Terrific at urban survival.
† Knows a fair amount of occultic information...whether or not real he's pretty sure it is.
† Can speak Latin...and Klingon.
Habits:
† Very suspicious.
† Loves to sing, when no one is looking.
† Seems to always be on high alert.
† Fidgets.
† Talks through his nose.
†Appearance:†
Skin Color: Pale White
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark Blue
Build: Short and stocky, muscular but somewhat overweight.
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos: Pierced Ears, yes both of them.
Choice of Clothing: Dark colors, usually anything you'd see on your average hipster
Other: 5'3", 122lbs
Appearance: At 5'3" Daniel isn't what one would call a tall fellow, but don't bring it up, his height is a touchy subject. To make matters worse with his thicker composition, he comes off a little stocky, maybe even somewhat chubby...the fact is that he is very broad, and somewhat over weight.
He isn't the sort that stands out in a crowd, but he has a very neat and clean cut look to him. His face is oval and his features are rounded and a tad on the lumpy side as though he had never really filled in right. Kind of a mix between a young man and a child as if he had never left that strange between stage of development during puberty. He'll probably be carded for the rest of his life. His eyes are deeply set and dark, a weird shade of navy blue, tending on the large side, and what with his almost droopy dark eyebrows it gives him a bit of a puppy dog look.
But there's an honesty to his features, pudgy cheeked with a slight tinge of dimples. His mouth is small and usually pursed, giving him a sour expression most of the time. If he didn't he looks like he's just surprised. He's terribly pale which makes his black hair stand out in stark contrast. He keeps it short and often combs it over and pomades it into place, even if he didn't the stuff is course enough it'd stay in it's own place as opposed to the chunky little clumps they fall in now.
As far as wardrobe goes, Daniel's preference usually tends towards layers, dark as he can get them, sweaters over shirts over vests under a short canvas coat.
†History:†
History:
Daniel was born in white bread suburban America, in a middle class neighborhood to a set of parents that were more than excited to try out the whole parenting thing. In fact a little too excited; as Daniel was quite over protected by his mother and father. Fretted over and cared for even for the littlest sniffle. It was really hard for the boy to get into much trouble or even to think for himself. But he liked the compliments. In fact he was an adorable little boy. He always heard so. He wasn't even too unpopular in elementary school. He always had someone to play with if he poked around and Family reunions were always filled with boasts from old relatives about his future; probably to grow up as a handsome young man, and not to mention, quite the lady killer. And of course like all little kids, he ate it up, believing the adults without a moment of hesitation.
Of course, ten years later, Daniel was still waiting for something good to happen. He really didn't grow up much, nor did he loose a lot of his childish features, he became a little pimply and a bit more reserved in his behavior. He certainly was no ladies man. He was definitely less out spoken, no longer having the boldness of his elementary school years. And the times of being coddled by his parents were over too. They both got busy jobs, too busy to really notice him. Conversations were kept on phones and post-it notes and holidays on occasion. His problems started there and then started bleeding into middle school, the boy formerly rather concerned with his own popularity, started becoming a victim of his awkward years, clamming up; completely falling off the map. His appearance made him the butt of several jokes, as many children at that age do, but Daniel took it far more personally than a lot of kids, allowing his own developing poor self image to create much worse self esteem than he had started. It wasn't long before he became embittered towards himself and his peers, far worse than one's average 15 year old boy.
After he limped through middle school, Daniel seemed to find even worse in High School. A lack of company still just as bad before, but then again, at least the acne resided. But now even the kids who made fun of him gave up; leaving him to himself. He started more antisocial behaviors. And becoming quite the "nerd" as others called him. He read a lot, watched too much TV and generally sent off some very dorky vibes. Collecting action figures, comic books, anything to keep himself occupied. The young man really just lived in his own microcosm of empty occupation. But there was a good side to his ignorance of the social scene, for the most part he had nothing to do with the school or it's bizarre supernatural tendencies, like most of the students...he really didn't notice; or tried not to until the weird somehow directly affected him somehow. And that was long time coming.
Though he was finding outlets for his depression Daniel was far from being all right. His feelings of alienation and exile were overwhelming. And though he never thought that he wasn't alone in these feelings he had decided to end his life; of course mostly for attention. He bought a high powered rifle off of the internet. He had planned it for weeks; practicing on assembling the rifle and loading it. That was simple. The hardest part was working up the courage to actually go through it. The only reason he had been caught was because some members of his gaming group had somehow gotten the idea that he was going to go all Columbine on his peers. They had cared about him? Of course the oddness of the situation was lost on the young man, who was basically in shock anyways. He mulled that over quite nicely as he was carted off to court and later Juvenile Hall.
Juvie wasn't so bad. He really had only brought a gun to school. Many of the other inmates had more violent crimes and natures under their belts. But he did pretty well for himself and went through months of therapy, helping him work out his feelings and what not. He started not being so mad at the other students; much of his isolation was because he really wasn't trying anymore to make any connections. He decided to fix that when he got out.
When he returned to school, he was a new man, so to speak, though he was still short and dumpy, but he felt pretty keen of himself. And from there, life only started to look up. He got involved in school, helped out with everything, it didn't hurt that he now had a bad boy image, people just ate that up. And for the first time in his life, he started getting noticed, not just by other people...but by girls! Oh, he started to like that. But even with his budding popularity, he didn't forget about his friends, the ones with enough forethought to save his life. He owed them. And hell, he loved them, he guessed. The set stayed together all through out high school, thick or thin. They graduated together...and that's where things got really weird.
Of his two friends, Alex was probably his best, though Alex didn't think so, or treat him that way, the two didn’t click right, and drifted apart when Alex went off to the local college, and Tucker, he went to school further away so he wasn’t around to hang out with, Daniel however, didn’t end up going to school at all.. And ended up, subsisting on a career at the local Piggly-Wiggy whilst living in his parents basement. And that seemed to keep Daniel in his place, making him once again, quiet and complacent with his life, however non remarkable as it would seem.. He had taken his knocks, and it didn’t seem bad. He was back into a funk of not really being involved and going back to his antisocial tendencies. But for the most part he kept on the up and up.
Worse came to worse, at least Alex still seemed to hang around…and there was still Tucker, who’d show up some weekends and holidays, which was…well a good thing. But one night, Alex called to say their friend, Tucker had died…and had asked if Daniel could come over to, for the most part, hang around so they could remember the life of their old friend.
What Daniel didn’t know, was that Alex, was not the friend he knew, and had begun to dabble in things that no mortal man should dabble in and had less than savory intentions for his good friend. Infact, Alex wasn't actually....human at all. He was now trucking as one of the damned, and doubly so...being part of some vampiric cult. It was all very Aleister Crowly, hoods and rituals, human sacrifice. Alex's master had told the him that he needed a sacrifice for a ritual...if Alex did his part, he would be gifted with immortality for his troubles. And while supernatural means may have been the cause of what transpired, it was basically unknown to Daniel, who quickly found himself with a knife in his gut, and the fading remnants of his consciousness going black as he began to bleed out. It was over too quick for him to even acknowledge that something happened.
The only thing he remembered after that was finding himself confused, and out of it, surrounded by ethereal forms, but being completely, and utterly alone…in a place that was nothing like his home. Nothing like the world he had lived in. Daniel found himself in what felt like a waking dream, a really bad nightmare in the back of his mind he kept hoping that maybe, just maybe he was back in home, none to pleased about situation but still, safe and warm….still a pathetic loser still living in his parents basement.
~….In…my basement…~
I mean it wasn't a great life, or much of one.
But I was a living, and it was mine.
Like I said, at first it was a dream, I mean I had an out of body experience...I saw myself, strung out on the floor I couldn't think straight. That was unsettling. But not as much as how I ended up in that situation. Run through, drained for god knows what reason… But I guess that's how it goes, what's the old saying? Anyone will stab you in the back, but a true friend will always get you in the front.
But Alex, he fucked up...I guess, he had gotten sentimental about killing me, and turned me at the last minute. . I can't can't tell you how bad it was, I was hardly cognizant before he finished me off and fed me his blood like it was some freaky fetish shit. His boss wasn't too pleased at what had happened, maybe he liked me better, but Alex didn't make it.
The months after that...weren't much better. My sire drug me to London as he said...to learn his trade. Which apparently, his trade was being boring as sin. Nothing but drawl book learning and boring rhetoric. Real Harry Potter crap! I was no scholar, and I think I drove him nuts, but he seemed to tolerate me even though my skepticism...was more than healthy.. I hated that guy, my sire more than even Alex. But that poor bastard got his...I woke up one night and there were ashes all about his haven, and his sacred books. From what I gathered after wards, he was part of some Heavens Gate-crap, and me...to a lesser extent, but his own kind took him out. I guess he broke the rules of engagement and he paid the price for it.
I got out of there as fast as my fat ass could carry me. In case they came to finish the job, there ain't no way these guys are getting me next...
I'm so doomed.
Mother/Father:Enid Emmerson [Mother], Robert Emmerson [Father}
Siblings: N/A
Offspring: N/A
†RP example:†
There was a certain swagger to the night, a glowing warmth that started to elude to Spring, bringing confidence to all animals in hibernation. One of such animals was normally shy vampire by the name of Daniel, who had started to haunt an open face Arcade as a hunting ground. He took a divine pleasure of finding the most blond haired, arrogant male punk and tear him down.
It was nothing personal. But it served as his nightly vengeance towards the prick that did this too him. Though a hollow victory, it would have to do until he got his hands on the real bastard. But for now, it was good enough.
After dropping tonight's dinner to the floor next to a out of order Street Fighter machine, the short, unassuming vampire licked his lips, and wiped the rest of the evidence on the back of his hand with a bit of a purr. A grin on his boyish face. They really made it too easy, he's almost feel bad about it if it weren't for the fact that most of these assholes deserved it. Besides, it wasn't like he killed the guy, in the morning that waste of space would appreciate his life a little more...maybe even change his ways.
Daniel didn't hold his breath.
Straightening out his clothes and stepping out into the night, Daniel had the gait of a champion. A rare flex of self esteem in the usually depressed man. For once, he wasn't too short, or too fat, for now, he was an apex predator basking in the glow of a successful hunt. A lion among mere cats.
He whistled a little, kicking back his heels as he walked, hands in his pockets. The song, something old and from the 90s, and he didn't care how archaic that made him look. As he went his whistle became more of a hum, then a little mumbled until he was casually going down the boardwalk singing slightly to himself.
"No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful
Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful
They want what they're not and I wish they would stop saying,
Deputy dog dog a ding dang depadepa
Deputy dog dog a ding dang depadepa"
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