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Post by AKREE on Jun 2, 2009 10:53:40 GMT -7
†Personality†
Basic Personality:
The first impression ever you will get from Damien is that he seems to lack every and all emotions except seriousness. He talks in a flat emotionless voice that never allows any of his emotions to display, what makes it worse is that his face doesn’t express any emotion at all, he seems not to even struggle to keep his voice and expression that flat and emotionless. As an assassin in Izan he takes his job extremely seriously, maybe even a little too serious, many simply decide that he’s somewhat of an emotionless robot, with that habit of his of not showing any emotion. He’s also very patient –anyone who attempts to get to his nerves know that they could spend months trying to annoy the serious vampire and it’s pretty much a lost cause. It really does seem as if Damien has no emotions whatsoever. When it comes to his job, Damien (or Vito as he’s commonly known) is extremely responsible and cautious, but one thing is for sure, he always gets the job right or dies trying. He simply cannot stand any failure or mistake and he gets mad with himself, chides himself when he commits any kind of mistake, it is simply unforgivable of him and he will do his best to fix it in any way possible. He probably would be one of the very best assassin in Izan if it wasn’t how for his display of lack of emotion, its common knowledge that Damien normally disturbs the people who hire him by his obvious delight in killing.
Didn’t I mention that?
Damien is a complete sadist. The only time you can catch him smiling, or even laughing is when he kills. He enjoys the thrill and experience he gets from killing, maybe its just the sense of power, of being superior he gets from killing that he enjoys, but in truth it seems to be more of a delight in causing others pain. He was always emotionally abused since his childhood, so it would be obvious he would like to place others in that situation, vendetta, as it’s commonly called. Deep down there, Damien wants others to feel his pain, he cares little for pity. He even hates it. But what he tries is for others to learn, in a way, he doesn’t need their pity, but he will kill. What he enjoys even more than simply shooting someone is torturing, any kind or form of torture is pleasing enough for him, he always seems to take additional time thinking how to torture others, quartered? Dismembered? Pulls out their nails one by one? But whatever he does with his victims, you can be quite sure he’ll enjoy the killing. Of course, even someone who enjoys killing so much need to have his restraints. Damien can’t go on a killing spree because if he does, he is quite aware he will commit a mistake. It is unthinkable for Damien to go anywhere near jail so he simply takes the killings and tortures assigned to him in Izan. It’s more covered up and the risk of getting caught would be less, since he would count with the support of all of Izan and the help of their money and cover-up.
Damien is not easily angered, due to his incredible patience. Of course, having a lot of patience doesn’t mean that he doesn’t get angry at all, far from it. You can try to annoy Damien, you can try to purposely get on his bad side, but trust me that won’t get you very far. The easiest way to get Damien mad at you is by being a traitor or betraying his trust in any way (which includes lying), he despises it and you can be sure he will be enraged. But, here’s the deal with Damien, you never know when he’s angry. Because he never has any other expression except the lack of emotion, you never know when you’re getting on his nerves. How do you know when you’re getting on his nerves? Easy enough, he’ll reach for his gun and plant a shot right in the middle of your eyes. That’s the only way you’ll ever know that Damien is angry and trust me it’s not worth it. Damien is also annoyed by being irresponsible, but it’s not something mayor, repeat the mistake several times and you’ll probably be floating head-down following the Thames River. Damien is really the dangerous type, especially when you might get him angry, but he might not do anything, you walk off, live your life, months can pass before he suddenly appears like an avenging demon and plants a couple of bullets on your chest and forehead. That’s angry Damien, not a sight you want to see, so don’t make his seeming ever-lasting patience wear thin, chance is you won’t even have a chance to regret it.
Socially, as in interacting with other people Damien –besides being emotionless- can be quiet polite and well-mannered. Damien isn’t the type to enjoy handling about bad impressions to everyone that can be found around; he was raised with manners and knows how to be a complete gentleman when willing. He will reply politely, he will hold the door open for anyone he might even help a lady carry a bag to her car if the situation arises. The only problem that can arise is that, for Damien, their is no such thing as smiling politely, he will help, talk and whatnot showing his patience and managing to keep all the food in his mouth while he chews, But you will never get something even remotely similar to a smile with him, which normally leads to people feeling somewhat uncomfortable around Damien. Of course, that’s simply an old habit of Damien (not expressing any emotion) and he won’t be changing it any time soon. Well, look at the bright side, at least he won’t display any rude remarks or answer sarcastically. If in which case, Damien starts being all polite and you begin snapping back with rude remarks of sneers, you might go to the point were Damien will be forced to say something back, remember he was nearly infinite patience, so to get there it must be a lot of sneers and smart remarks non-stop. Even so, when Damien commences his sneering, it will be said in his normally emotionless, flat voice and if he even goes to the extent of that, you can be sure he’ll try doing something worse to you later. Damien is quite good at holding grudges of any kind and he will hold any grudge against someone who goes to far. But, most of the time, Damien will try to be polite and well-mannered.
He has no middle ground, which means Damien either likes you or he doesn’t. There’s neutral for him, you are with him or against him. He either likes something or he doesn’t, nothing is somewhat entertaining. It either is or it isn’t. This can turn into a problem, especially with first impression, Damien automatically expects you to be some kind of horrible person that wants to harm or betray him in some way or another, which is why he treats everyone equally. Because of this little paranoia of his it can be incredibly hard to get into his ‘people I like’ list. The fact is made even worse when he simply decides he doesn’t like you before you even as much opened your mouth, his opinion might change, depending on your actions, but there’s high chance he’ll just think he was right and you won’t be able to walk away from that image Damien has chosen for said person. That one fact is that Damien has completely lost his faith in people, his own brother betrayed him and he feels everyone he decides to trust will eventually back-stab him, which is why when you think you finally have his full trust and Damien acts more relaxed and easy-going around you there’s still a chance he might try to push you away with actions from simple word to any kind of action, truly even so he’s trying to push you away, it’s more like proving your loyalty or if you truly are trust worthy. Of course, one of his little fits might result in Damien loosing his complete trust in you.
Damien’s personality can almost completely changes when he has finally decided he trust you. Because, Damien’s trust is the type that you ask for money and he’ll sign you a blank check. Again, displaying that little habit of his of having no middle ground whatsoever. He becomes more relaxed and easy-going around that person, cracking bad jokes and teasing non-stop, he thinks that his teasing is something you have to put up with if you decide to trust him. If you ask for anything of him, he will most likely give it to you. Though, that habit of his of expressing no emotion will stay, he might chuckle, and if your are lucky enough to experience it, or maybe by some twisted trick of fate he might actually smile, not those sarcastic sneering smirks he occasionally gives off, which looks more like a lunatic’s smile than an actual person, but he might actually, truthfully smile, that kind of smile that stretches your lips, exposing part of your teeth and lights the eyes with joy. Yes, those smiles are rare indeed and you might consider it an honor if he even offers one to you case you had to do something horribly right or something that gives Damien no choice, but to smile and it might even mean that Damien actually considers you his friend. But, be warned, you have to consider yourself horribly honored if this is the case. He might even volunteer for a few drinks social events if he considers someone his friend, going to the point of being completely and totally drunk in which case he would become loud and boisterous, joking, teasing and even offer those drunken, glassy eyed smiles and lots of stupid stuff to boot. To bad such an event comes one every blue moon.
Likes:
†Winning
†Cigarettes
†Respect
†Drving Fast
†Getting his way
†Getting what he wants
†Killing
†Sincerity
†People who say what they want
†Learning
†Teasing people
†Competition
†Change
†Challenge
†Others Pain (sadist much?)
†Caution
†Responsability
†Adventures
†Torture
†Reading
†Trust
Hates:
†Questions
†Excuses
†Laziness
†Liars
†Anyone remotely shy
†Complaining
†Pointless Talk
†Wasting Time
†Werewolves
†Failing
†Ignorance
†Nagging
†People who beat around the bush
†Betrayal
†Anyone that avoids his gaze
†Paper work
†Impulsiveness
†Indecisiveness
†Distractions
†Anyone that purposely tries to get on his bad side
†Being annoyed
†Procrastinating
†Pity lovers
†Weakness
†Silence
†Inactivity
†Boredom
†Carelesness
†Short-temper
†Bryan (His brother)
†Admiting Defeat
Talents:
†Quick Thinker
†Clever/Witty
†Patient
†Knack of knowing when he's being lied too
†Good Memory
†Adaptable
†Perfect aim (wouldn't suggest finding yourself in front of his gun)
†Reading expressions
Habits:
†Can be sadist at times
†Thinking to far ahead
†Smoking
†Taking things too seriously or not at all
†Not having any middle ground -either he likes you or he doesn't
†Perfectionist
†Pessimist
†Secretive
†Blunt
†Competitive
†Doesn't trust anyone
†Possessive
†Expects the worse in people
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Post by AKREE on Jun 2, 2009 10:56:57 GMT -7
†History†
History:
Damien's history starts a few years before he was born, a few years before he even thought of ever being born. It starts with his grandfather, Alessio. Damien comes from quite the family of criminals, from simple thieves to warlords, but his grandfather decided he preferred organized crime and when you live forever and have all the money in the world yet hunger for more what do you do? Organize a mafia, of course. Soon Italy had a new organized group of criminals, specializing in selling drugs, guns, ammo and all that lovely other stuff you can think off. That was the start of Izan and after a few years of dealing with blood money, Alessio actually decided to have a family, what a nice thought. He married Isabella, who happened to be his advisor at the time, either way they soon has a son which they named Leonardo.
Leonardo grew up to be a devoted and violent child. When your parents let you do whatever the hell you want you grow up to be a little monster now don’t you? Well, when Leonardo wanted to get involved in the family business, Alessio had no objection, Isabella however did have. She opposed strongly the very though of her son getting his hands dirty with any kind of crime, she came to the point of actually threatening Alessio with leaving him and taking seventeen year old Leonardo (looking around nine years old at the time) with her, after all, he was her son. Alessio didn’t find any other choice than to forbidding dear Leonardo from coming anywhere near the business, Leonardo was far from pleased. So what did Leonardo do?
Well, no one actually knows what happened exactly. But one night when Isabella decided to take a walk around Rome, Leonardo decided to tag along. Isabella disappeared that night and to this day what Leonardo did exactly with her isn’t known, the point is she disappeared. Three days after her disappearance he demanded to be let inside the mafia, Alessio really couldn’t deny his son’s request, so in the end Leonardo got what he wanted and he was in his way to inherent his father’s rank and legacy.
Alessio retired as soon as Leonardo was experienced enough to lead Izan himself. A short time after Leonardo became the Head; he started having some relationship problems. Unknown to Alessio, Leonardo actually had a girlfriend, not just any girlfriend, a human girlfriend. Alessio, being a pure-blood vampire, Leonardo being one as well, was horrified and he quickly found his son in no position to lead anything much more than his shoes. He strongly opposed any relationships with human and when Leonardo allowed humans inside Izan, well Alessio had about the last straw. He threatened his son that he would kill Alice, Leonardo’s companion and you could bet Leonardo wasn’t about to sit and take threats. Around the time his eldest son was born, Leo, Alessio’s body was found floating downriver.
This created total chaos within Izan. After all, the only possible killer could be Leonardo; he killed his own mother, even if that case was never proved. Since Leonardo was the last person actually seen with Alessio he was immediately taken to court, the case remained open for months, but in the end, no one had any actual proof that Leonardo was the killer, even if everyone was sure he was, without proof the law couldn’t actually do anything to him, so he was let go. Some say that Leonardo paid or killed the witnesses; others just think the guy had a skill for killing. Either way Leonardo was soon home enjoying his new baby boy to the fullest.
He had another son after Leo, Bryan. Bryan has born human to his father’s joy, but not to young Bryan’s. He immediately took an envy of his older brother, never liking the fact that he could beat him at anything, after all Leo was faster and stronger than Bryan. In the end, Bryan preferred his human mother over his father and sibling and because Alicia understood her son she comforted him as best she could, a strong bond developed between the two, Bryan considered his mother his friend and Leo was concentrating more in his classes of beating the crap out of everyone with a gun 101. But still young Bryan focused on getting his father’s attention, Bryan was a smart kid and he had potential for coming up with good plans and was good at politics and speeches. Since he couldn’t beat his brother, Leo, in the physical stuff, he used his brains to get his father’s attention. Unlike Leo, Bryan wanted to participate in every way he could to help his parents and get involved in the family business. Leo was only interested in shooting the crap out of everything that moved, but being the eldest put a lot on his shoulders. Leonardo wanted Leo to be in charge of Izan when he was ready. Leo, being the good obedient boy he was just nodded and followed along on his father’s amazingly gentle coaching. Leonardo paid little attention to Bryan and this did not please the young human at all.
Of course, Bryan’s attachments to his mother couldn’t last.
When everyone least expected it and thought Leonardo had enough sons already, well Alicia got pregnant again, when Leo was twenty-one years of age, Bryan being twelve. This was a cause of worry, after all Alicia was forty-one years of age at the time, far too old to be bearing a child, especially a vampire’s child. From the start of her pregnancy she showed problems and soon a nice doctor indicated that if the baby was a vampire that he strongly doubted Alicia would survive. The doctor was soon joining the many deceased bodies being thrown down river, a few other doctors followed him until one doctor said he would make sure both of them survived. Just proof of how ruthless Leonardo could be. Alicia however, was just a caring mother, always putting the unborn child first, even when Leonardo offered to get an abortion. Alicia was horrified by the very thought and simply said she would bear Leonardo all the sons he gave her, Leonardo had no choice but to accept Alicia’s decision.
Then came the very much awaited date of Damien’s birth.
From the start, everything in that delivery was going wrong. Not surprisingly, Alicia died in child birth, and the new DiMarco was Damien Alek. To his luck or lack of, Damien was not only born a little blood sucking monster, but he was born completely healthy. At first, Leonardo had no idea what to make of his new child; Alicia’s death had left him shocked and grieving. He had no motivation whatsoever to raise and take care of the new addition to the family, like he had done with his older sons. Instead, he did something Alicia, if she were alive, would never permit. He had maids and babysitters take care of Damien. Bryan was quick to turn his grief into anger and that anger was directed at Damien, jumping to the conclusion that his new sibling killed his mother completely on purpose, even if Damien was just a baby. Because of this, the maids and babysitters that took care of Damien had to act how an enraged and grieving Leonardo would want them to act, and let me assure you it wasn’t at all kindly. The only one that saw thing with a clear head and never once blamed Damien for anything, was Leo. He was always the most relaxed and laidback of the family, however he was under the command of his father and as much as he might have probably liked, Leo couldn’t see Damien in his first few months of life. First, Leonardo wouldn’t permit it, throwing excuses that he had to work on one thing or another, and Leo, being the good boy he was, always followed Leonardo’s orders closely. Second of all, he had to keep an eye on Bryan, which always seemed to want to take out his rage on defenseless Damien. Basically Damien was raised by his lonesome.
By the age of five, the only life Damien knew was sitting on the middle of his room, alone while a bodyguard stood on his doorway. He would have to simply play with his toys alone and enjoy life locked away on his room, Leonardo had ordered that he didn’t want a part of Damien on his life, he shunned the thought of his own child the way you would reject a leper. He simply couldn’t stand the sight of the child that had killed his wife, if he kept Damien inside the house; it was simply Leo’s insistence that he wanted his brother with him. Damien basically didn’t know his father, even though they lived in the same house and Leonardo would only see Damien, again, because of Leo’s constant pressure that he should. He saw Damien, at least once a month at most and every time he tried establishing a conversation with his younger son, he would either end up depressed, be reminded constantly of his dead wife, or end up in a fit of anger in which he would throw Damien’s possessions around and break his toys, always having to end up restrained by bodyguards, again Leo had to order them to stop his father. Bryan would visit his brother from time to time to threaten him, blame him for his mother’s death and he even went to the extent in actually hurting Damien. Damien was miserable most of his early years; he just didn’t understand why they all hated him. Mostly he took out his grief on his toys, disremembering, decapitating, hanging, anything he could think of, everyone would shrug it off as simple child’s play, later they would see it wasn’t just Damien playing around. The only thing that would make Damien’s days any better was the rare visit he would receive from his eldest brother. Leo was the one that played and talked with Damien, and well Damien couldn’t ask for a better brother when it came to that, from the start the two established a very close relationship. The problem with this, was that Leo’s visits were rare, he was always working to please Leonardo and he would basically use all his free time to be with Damien, which was scare, on top of this if Leonardo or Bryan ever discovered that Leo was currently involved in some activity with Damien they would try to stop it, and most times succeed. Damien always tried to spend as much time with his older brother as possible. Leo was his role-model and Damien couldn’t see a greater person than Leo.
Around the age of eight, someone gifted Damien a puppy. Thinking it was the best possible thing they could do to cheer up Damien’s loneliness. Well, they were right if you look at it at a certain point, either way; a couple of day’s later, young Damien took a kitchen knife and killed the puppy with great ease and overwhelming joy. Leonardo was pleased by this, however Leo was horrified. He simply couldn’t understand what to make of it, when he barged into the room to discover Damien showered with blood, knife in his hand and the chopped of remains of a dog in his room. Of course whenever he asked young Damien of this, he would just be his natural, quiet self or just say something about how the dog’s barking annoyed him. Leonardo just saw a future assassin for Izan, and in his opinion it was the only good thing about Damien, Bryan just saw the killer he always knew was there and the next day he decided it was a good idea to beat up Damien, in turn just getting Leo angry and causing the two brothers to constantly feud over young Damien. Leo, most times remained victorious when it came to a fist and punch fight, human Bryan always had to back down. However, when it came to oral disputes alone, Bryan always made sure to have Leo back down with his tail between his legs, Bryan was much smarter than Leo when it came to this and Leonardo was beginning to notice his younger son, however most of his attention was dedicated to Leo and the rest was now having to do with Damien, which he planned to train with a gun as soon as he got his chance to evade Leo. After much discussion, Leo finally agreed that if Damien wanted to shoot something that he could. When the case was presented to Damien, he was more than willing to agree to join Izan, even at the delicate age he was. Leo could not object and simply decided to go along with his brother’s wishes.
Soon Damien found himself a little closer to Leo in the aspect of spending more time with him, since Leo agreed to take care of most of Damien’s ‘training’ if it could be called that, after all Damien at the time was a little more than a baby, however to everyone’s shock, he was quite skilled with a gun, even if he could barely hold it right, he made up his lack of body strength with quick mind and clever thinking. Both Leo and Leonardo were pleased with this fact, Bryan however just found more of a challenge in his younger brother and was quickly set aside as the rest of the family paid attention to Damien. Enraged Bryan would normally threaten Damien. One day he simply walked up to Damien and accused him for the first time out loud that he was the one responsible for their mother’s death. Young Damien didn’t know what to do with this information, but he was utterly shocked and horrified. In the end he simply crawled back to his room and destroyed every bit of furniture, no matter how much Leo tried to sooth his younger brother Damien truly believed Bryan’s words and wouldn’t have any other explanation. When Leo convinced him to talk to Leonardo, Leonardo simply said that Bryan was right and that he indeed killed his own mother, this –as expected– did nothing to help Damien and from that day on his actions were haunted with the idea that he had killed his own mother.
Other than the sneers from Bryan and training with Leo, nothing notable happened around the time where Damien was a teenage vampire. He trained with a gun and his obvious skill in killing could clearly be seen by everyone in the broken family and he was an excellent scholar, always surpassing in his home-schooling. He always preferred to be alone and kept to reading books or practicing his shooting, maybe even planning and helping his father with some of the paperwork and whatnot that had to be done around Izan, but he never participated in any of the ‘jobs’ assigned around the household, Leo did everything. Basically Damien just helped Leonardo with anything that required brains and Leo did everything that required muscle. The only notable thing that happened is that Damien sometimes took it upon himself to kill any useless household servant and would hold grudges against anyone that tried to go against him. Otherwise, nothing really happened.
When Damien was about the age of seventeen, Leo decided to get a girlfriend. Everyone in the family was delighted, including the normally grumpy Bryan, it was, after all, time Leo decided to spend time with someone else than his family. She was a young vampire, with large blue eyes and bouncy brown hair, like any vampire she had a pale complexion and treated everyone in the family like they were her own siblings. Leonardo quickly spotted a keeper (a bit anxious so someone continued with the family name) and Bryan was strangely glad for his eldest sibling, the only one that seemed to have a problem with her was Damien. Now Leo spend almost all his free time with his new girlfriend, sunk deeply in that stage of first love and whatnot. This displeased Damien, mainly because Leo was the only person he would relate to, now every time Damien tried to establish any kind of conversation with his sibling, Leo always seemed to be lost deep in thought and thinking of pregnant birds. The way Damien saw it, Lillian (Leo’s girlfriend) was trying to split up the family, more especially she was trying to split Damien from his sibling and you can bet Damien was not letting things go as if. However, he was forced to avoid drastic measures simply to the fact that Leo was delighted with his new companion and however much Damien despised Lillian; he could bring himself to crush Leo in such a way. So whenever Leo would have his girl around Damien simply glared at her, hoping his eyes would make two holes in her body, his attempts at this, however, failed miserably and we were left with a very grumpy Damien in the habit of destroying everything in his room when enraged. Noticing this, Leo attempted a conversation with his brother, trying to reason with him. In the end Damien said he would accept Leo’s girlfriend and in turn, Leo tried to spend a little more time with his youngest sibling. Even though things didn’t go back to the way they were, Damien couldn’t complain and simply did whatever Leo or Leonardo asked of him. Lillian, however was displeased and infuriated with Damien and she simply decided to one day march to his room and have a good long ‘friendly’ chat with Damien. Throughout the whole conversation Damien had done his part in maintaining his temper, but sadly for him, Lillian wanted to declare war for what Damien could do, in the end Damien very literally kicked her out of his room and told her if he ever saw her again inside the house he would rip her guts out. Leo caught ear of the lovely conversation and was crushed between the loyalty to his sibling and the loyalty to his companion. However, Damien insisted that he had no problem with her as long as she never marched to his room in such manner, and Leo stayed with her for almost two years before they split up with the common, couple bickering.
Bryan, smart and quick-witted as he was always tried to get their father’s attention, he tried as best to prove himself that he, instead of Leo, should be the Head of Izan. Time and time again, he would explain strategies, consult and advise his father, but Leonardo simply would nod and smile, like waiting for a small child to understand the game was over and this was what enraged Bryan. Because his advise and no matter how much he strived to prove himself, he could never get Leonardo’s attention, he simply tried the easiest method by one could get something, but-kissing. Instead of only pleasing Leonardo, he began to please Leonardo’s advisor, all ranks under Leonardo that held some weight in the mafia, anyone that is some way could influence Leonardo’s opinion. The only one that would have none of it was Leo, mostly due to the fact that Bryan kept hissing and sneering at Damien, which in turn had seemed to grow more patient of Bryan’s criticism. Instead of showing how affected and ravaged Bryan’s insults made him, Damien never would exhibit an outward sign of ever even hearing his sneers and insults, which in turn drove short-tempered Bryan even more enraged and would cause him to almost foam in the mouth at his youngest sibling lack of caring. However the days came when Leonardo was finally suspected to be the leader of this organization and as he struggled through the days were his case slowly started to prove how guilty he was the only thing he had left to do was postpone. Leo had no bloody idea what he could do except pay the lawyer and jury, as for Damien he never showed any signs of caring whether or not his father went to jail, he spend most of the time watching TV while his father was at the brink of being declared guilty for what he had done. This is when Bryan so valiantly stepped in, eager to prove his skills, there was no way the judge could be bought, he knew this, so instead he went ahead and proved his father that the money he wasted in law school wasn’t about to go to the dumps. Bryan, through searching loopholes, and ways for his father to be declared innocent finally got his father out of the claws of justice and back home where he could kill and sell drugs as he pleased. To show his gratitude, Bryan was given the rank of advisor, higher than his elder, Leo and he was immensely pleased with the thought, he was sure that he had pleased Leonardo and he would –without hesitation– be given the rank of head.
Neither Leo nor Damien seemed to care that Bryan was higher ranked than both of them, but they still congratulated him and whatnot as part of the family. Bryan was completely smug and Leonardo seemed to be greatly pleased with Bryan. Surely Bryan would be head now?
Well, let me assure you he would be sorely disappointed.
The time came when Leonardo finally decided to step down as Head of Izan and let one of his sons take the throne. Damien, of course, could care less who would be boss as long as he got to shoot someone and Leo liked things the way they were. Bryan however was eager for the day to come. However, Leonardo –to everyone’s amazement– declared Damien the head of Izan. Damien was utterly shocked; he would always have thought Leo or Bryan would lead instead of him. How could he lead? He just wanted to kill people, but when he went to his father’s study’s that same night, Damien couldn’t even believe why Leonardo would declare him head. Leonardo simple said, “You are both smart and skilled, you remind me of me when I was your age” in which Damien would go into a spluttering rage, convinced that his father had gone mad. Leonardo simply laughed at Damien’s disbelief and simply said that he didn’t want the rank that Damien could simply choose someone else to succeed him. Damien felt the whole weight of being chosen like so by his father and in the end had no choice but to accept his father’s decision. Leo was simply delighted by the surprising turn of events and went even to the extremes of getting himself hideously drunk and sick in Damien’s party, celebrating that he was now the Head of Izan. Damien was awkward throughout the whole situation, but eager to prove Leonardo he hadn’t chosen wrong. Bryan was beyond furious. Not only was he not chosen head, by his father, which he considered the highest form of treason, but Damien had chosen Leo as his underboss and Leonardo as his advisor (to his father’s and brother’s delight). Enraged, Bryan simply abandoned Izan without a word, plotting who-knows-what. However, what was left of the family simply carried on with their lives and duty, which enraged Bryan even more.
Everything continued is normal chain of events among Izan, until Bryan came back a few years later. The difference now was that Bryan had been turned into a werewolf and he came with a few of his new canine friends. While on a simple social party, where all of Izan had been invited, everyone was simply talking, chatting and having a good time. Like always, Damien preferred to keep away from the crowds and was simply joking around with Leo and Leonardo as far away from any kind of members as possible, during the short time, Damien had created a relationship with his father, even though he was still cautious around Leonardo, he was much more easy-going. It was then were Bryan and his new pack of lovely friends attacked. Taken by surprise, they easily ripped to shreds the first vampires, not only that there was quite the number of werewolves around (they numbered nearly one-hundred individuals). Of course, they were attacking a mafia and as soon as the vampires and humans noticed what was happening they drew their guns and began a shootout, the scene was quick to turn into a bloody chaos. Both werewolf and vampires dead, but since the wolves had the element of surprise and clearly had the place surrounded, the remaining vampires had no choice but to give up their guns, displeased with the outcome. No one had a bloody idea who planned or even made the attack, but soon everything would be revealed. The wolves simply escorted and split up the vampires, threatening to kill anyone who didn’t follow orders. Damien, Leo and Leonardo found themselves in a large square room, with no windows and only a single door as their only way out. The lay there awaiting their fate for hours, however Damien was familiar with this tactic, what they strived was to make them desperate and Damien was quick to continue with his jokes and chatting away to keep his family from panicking. However much this prevented them from panicking, nothing could help them when the door burst open with Bryan leading quite the number of werewolves.
The three vampires were shocked, they tried to reason with Bryan, demand what this was all about. But it seemed dear Bryan had finally lost his marbles. He pushed both verbally and physically his family around, until he grew tired of messing with everyone’s head and simply gave the other for his new friends to kill Leonardo. The vampire’s screams echoed through the room as he was slowly disremembered and ripped to pieces by savage wolves, both Leo and Damien forced to see the scene, in an attempt to drive them mad. After Leonardo was dead, Bryan simply left, giving the order of killing Damien last. The wolves plucked Leo from his tied sitting position and proceeded to rip Leo to pieces in front of Damien. Utterly crushed with the death of two of his family, Damien didn’t even flinch when it was his turn to be killed. However by some twisted luck, Damien found himself untied and ripping through the wolves that attempted to kill him, not the same that had killed his brother and father but they were enough for him. As soon as he fended off the wolves, he simply vouched for blowing up the building. He succeeded, but scarcely. Damien was left mortally wounded and having to hang around the hospital for a good while, unable to even lift a finger and dozing off most of his days. He would never speak of the events, in fact everyone swore Damien had went into shock, for he wouldn’t speak at all, simply nod or shake his head. Damien was completely crushed by the death of his family and his time in a hospital while his broken bones mended and he was found stable enough to walk without falling flat on his face didn’t help him at all.
However, once he could walk away from the hospital the first thing on Damien’s mind was revenge. The first thing he did was to kill Leo’s murderers. He soon found them (using the money he had left that was quite a lot) and killed them, however he attempted something he had never tried before, torture. Damien always had enjoyed killing, however the act of torture was simply unthinkable to him, he was the type that liked that others treated him like he treated them. Torturing had been simply out of the question for Damien. But since watching his family’s death, torturing sounded like a good idea. Damien found that he very much enjoyed torture and his revenge victim’s suffered his cruel experimentations with maintaining a werewolf alive the longest while causing any kind of physical pain thinkable. Throughout this time, he had some help from his cousin, Ark. Ark always belonged to Izan as one of the best assassins around, he helped Damien with destroying the werewolf-infected building and now he was proving his loyalty to the family by helping Damien as best he could, however Ark was constantly warning Damien that he was better off fleeing Italy, Bryan believed his brother dead, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t find that Damien was alive sooner or later, the situation made worse since Damien seemed to be in a none-stop mission of crushing all of Bryan’s followers. Damien never showed signs of listening to his cousin, mostly due to the fact that he never even spoke that much with his cousin before and now that Ark was constantly bothering him and after the death of his father and brother he seldom spoke at all. Damien killed off Leo’s and Leonardo’s murderers, for a minute Ark thought he would stop, however he was wrong, Damien was simply biding his time so he could kill Bryan himself.
It was not long before Bryan discovered that Damien was still alive and he was furious at the very thought of it. His plan had failed; after all, if even one of his family was alive he wouldn’t be able to take control of Izan, much less Damien. Even if there was basically no Izan left except a few survivors of the explosion, Damien was still Head and he still possessed a few favors and his money, more importantly he knew what Bryan had done and Bryan couldn’t have any of this. If he was to have his way he had to kill every witness, most important of all Damien. When he found this out he tore down building, turned every rock in the way in search of Damien, of course Damien was hid where Bryan would less expect it, his own house. Bryan had gone overconfident and after simply killing off all the house servants, simply left it be and since this is where Damien had his lovely set of weapons, this is where he was found for about two weeks before moving in with his cousin. However, before long Bryan found Damien, alone, walking down a street at night, the problem with this scenario is that Bryan was alone as well, other than with his custom bodyguards. But he wouldn’t leave the chance of killing Damien go, of course he approached Damien with every intention of killing him. The two brothers decided to verbally bash at one another first before the guns were drawn. In the end, Bryan lost a leg, then throws into a burning car. Damien was very pissed with his brother and although, he showed Bryan no mercy and took a damn good job at getting rid of him. However, Damien almost lost his life in the attempt and it was only a call to Ark at the last minute that saved his life. Then it was back to the hospital with him, to Damien’s horrible annoyance.
One thing that Damien was not sure of, is if he had really killed his brother, but Ark had no answer for this and Damien had been to busy bleeding to death to be completely sure. To this day he is still not quite sure, but he hopes Bryan simply died in that little stunt of his and prefers not to dwell in the past.
After this little incident, Damien had no choice but to flee Italy, with help of his cousin, he managed to get on a plane and make his way to London. His plans were to rebuild Izan in London, all of Izan’s surviving members had been wiped out by Bryan before his so called death and the only thing that was left was Ark and Damien. However Damien took this to his advantage, since Bryan’s betrayal Damien had found it hard to trust everyone, even his own cousin, which is basically what was left of his family. But since Ark had proved his uses, in the end he got the position of underboss. What changed in the newly rekindled Izan, was the fact that now no one except the underboss knew who the Head was. Even so the process was slow, it was hard to get anyone to do anything, much less join a mafia when no one knew who you were. But between Damien’s and Ark’s cooperation, they managed extremely well. If not, how would Izan be standing nowadays? However the process took time, but even so, Izan was established in London and before long there would be a sudden dead rise in crime rate, whether it’s murders, drugs or weapons and ammunition. Damien made absolutely sure that everything was prepared in such a way that instead of getting away and establishing a mafia in London, it looked like he had died in Italy, he even worked on losing his accent (which is the reason he doesn’t talk like Mario or Luigi). Damien and his cousin worked hand in hand while Izan went through its first years in London. Ark even stayed underboss for a few years, however Ark wasn’t the type to either like to much responsibility or take anything seriously and after the first few years, he wanted out of the mafia. At this Damien just had his thoughts confirmed, that his family was nothing but a bunch of backstabbers and because he simply was never too fond of his overly cheerful cousin, he decided to have him killed. Of course he underestimated Ark, because no one could find him in any part of London. Ark had apparently suspected what was going to happen and had packed his bags a second after announcing his retirement to Damien. Everyone suspected that Damien would be furious, instead he simply gave up the goose chase, after all Ark was his family and he considered not chasing him to the ends of the Earth the best gift he could give Ark for his years of loyalty.
Even though that note ended on a somewhat happy ending, now was the matter of choosing another underboss.
This was extremely difficult considering the fact that no one knew that Damien was the Head of Izan. However, he still could choose and underboss, it was simply a matter of convincing them of who he was. Of course, he would have adored having more time to make his decision, but Ark had gone suddenly and without a warning, he was now stuck with making a decision as quickly as possible before the organization in itself started to pay for the lack of proper management. So instead of looking at people who were devoted and were more than loyal, he decided to look for someone competent, smart and with some kind of experience. Then man he chose as his underboss was Jonathan Atkinson. Dear old John had been the Family Head for the illegal gun trafficking in Izan, he had proved not only to be responsible, but immensely dedicated to his work and quite the creative thinker. But John was a harsh, short tempered man. When one of his employees committed a mistake, depending the gravity, you probably found their bodies floating downriver or you never saw them again. He was the type of man that reminded you of a bear, for many obvious reasons, but mostly because he had a thick head, thick neck and thick body and because of his excessive thickness he would normally push people aside like a ragdoll while walking through a narrow street. What Damien saw in this man was simply a capable brain and the cruel ability to intimidate even a wild lion. Ark had been an easy-going underboss, he would easily forgive mistakes the first time, though he would be enraged by the second, but he was forgiving. Damien wanted a change, now here was an underboss that would show a firm hand through anyone committing mistakes. Sure Izan found itself hiring lots of replacements, but truth be told, the man did his job and maintained order amongst the criminals. Something that can’t be done by just any old soul.
Of course all this didn’t mean Damien liked the man. Far from it, Damien disliked John enough to want him to commit some kind of slipup so he could get him out of the way, sadly for him, the man was far to intelligent and cautious. If he ever committed a slip-up of any kind he would cover his tracks well, as much as Damien disliked this man, he proved competent and seemed like the right choice for the position, not only that, but Damien had gotten that chance to talk to him in various occasions as Vito the Assassin, he seemed fair enough and trustworthy, of course there was one problem to him, he was incredibly greedy. He was the type of people that no matter how much money he would have at a given time, always hungered for more. It was the reason a man such as himself would join a mafia, he was already rich yet he worked for more money. Of course, Damien would appear a hypocrite thinking such things, but the thing was that although Damien enjoyed his money, always having what you wanted and getting what you wanted, but he was filthy rich enough already, the death of Leo and Leonardo meant that he inherited all their money as well, certainly more than enough to last for a few decades, but Damien always felt it was his duty to carry on with Izan after his family’s death. After all there was no one else besides the disappeared Ark to carry with the crown and scepter, this is mainly the reason Damien is still Head. Amazingly enough, Damien’s priority was never Izan, he does care for his little mafia, but if there ever came the time where he had to choose what mattered to him the most, Izan would probably be one of the last things on his mind. He does it because he strongly believes that there is no one else worthy to take care of his grandfather’s legacy and maybe a little pride comes along with it. But we’re talking about Damien, which makes that normal.
However, unknown to Damien, as actually quite not so trustworthy, once he felt the power and rights that came along with being underboss he decided he wanted even more power, more money and even some personal revenge of his part. What did he decide to do? Well, our new dear underboss immediately set his eyes on being Head of Izan, after all basically all money won in Izan would go through him and he would not only be filthy rich, but he would have all the power in such an Organization. So he began plotting against Damien. This is when he began recollecting all sorts of evidence that would prove that Damien was not only the Head, but would indicate a few drug points and a few countries whom Izan sold guns to, of course some of these ‘locations’ weren’t quite accurate, since Jonathan planned to stay in charge of Izan after Damien was apprehended. All in all a well equipped plan of very incriminating files. John would later (after gathering enough evidence to make sure Damien was declared guilty) hand this to the authorities and in turn grant him a some political favors from handing in Damien, favors that would hopefully allow John to continue with Izan, of course the company would be much more involved in politics, a matter Damien tended to avoid unless directly confronted with it. One thing Damien would utterly despise is politics and their so called favors. He preferred to keep to his own side of things.
It was fate or some very lucky shot that sent Vincent Fromm to Damien’s door. At the time Vincent was a young vampire that through a series of very interesting crimes, including a couple of robberies and a murder, managed to get the mafia’s attention. More particularly, he got Damien’s attention and a few years before all this with John happened, the past drug dealer had died in a very misfortunate accident that included some lost drug money and a shoot-out. Vincent had gotten the mafia’s attention, by the simple fact that the last murder he committed had become untraceable by the police, the point being that since he obtained Damien’s attention he would be visited by a very nice man, offering a place as Izan’s as the new drug dealer head. He had proved his worth during the time he spend in the position, he always had the money and proved to be the greatest option for such a position. Of course the only problem Vincent would have was with dear John in which occasion the underboss would be furious and always tried to find a way to beat the vampire at his own game, however, even if Vincent attempted anything more than smart-mouth John, nothing could be done, since insults were never a reason to kill someone who did such good job in his duties like Vincent. Although the tension was still there between the two, Damien never really paid any real attention to this, after all, who in their right mind got along with John? It was an everyday thing to see Jonathan bickering with anyone in the mafia.
Strangest of all strange happenings, one day Damien (or rather Vito) was demanded to present himself in John’s office along with the infamous Drugs dealer head. Although confused by the whole scenario, Damien did as told. Mostly because, even though Damien was the Head of Izan, no one knew this and he worked as an assassin, any kind of Head in the different sections of Izan had the power to order him and because he had no bloody idea why both the John and Vincent wanted with him. Damien had met Vincent Fromm on several occasions, his job as an assassin always permitted him to relate to every head of the separate departments, now that everyone in the mafia could use an assassin, whether to kill, escort or work as a body guard, but truth be told Damien didn’t know Vince all that well besides that he was good at what he did. To his surprise when he came into John’s office he could find only Vincent. This only managed to confuse Damien ever more, but he was willing to listen to whatever the vampire had to tell him. He was somewhat surprised when Vincent showed him some documents that on several occasions Damien had seen lying across the office, most times tried to be somewhat hidden, without causing more alarm, however Damien had noted them, he was quite the observant, however he never paid no mind to them, after all, it could simply be something personal Jonathan had lying around, it didn’t have to be something serious now had it? But here was Vincent, showing him and asking him to look through the documents. More out of curiosity and trying his best to obey his superior, even though Damien thought he had lost a few marbles, or misplaced them at the time. However when he read through the pages, flipped through the pictures he noticed that the documents were clearly marking him Head of Izan, there was enough evidence here to have Damien be thrown to jail at the very moment when even a standard civilian went through this. Even though Damien was rather close to panicking and throwing the documents to a pyre, dancing around them like a lunatic, he maintained his normally serious or emotionless façade. He read as quickly as he could through the documents and through it all he was absolutely sure this was John’s doing and not something Vincent would have done himself to frame the underboss, after all it was public knowledge amongst all of Izan that Vincent Fromm did not like Jonathan. Still, Damien never easily trusted anyone; in fact he had just lost his complete trust in his underboss, the only person in Izan that knew he was the Head. Measures would have to be taken, but first he wanted to know everything he could about Vincent, who knew if he was simply wanting something out of this whole scenario, more importantly Damien wanted to know if Vincent could be trusted with knowing his identity as Head or if he would have to be killed. But all that would have to wait and Damien simply handed Vincent the documents to put back in the place he found them and asked that Vincent see him in his office later that evening. He was to make absolutely sure he could trust Vincent and he wanted to know if he was willing to help Damien or if he was simply being a dear good Samaritan and preventing his previously unknown Head to be waved bye-bye to jail.
When that little ordeal was over with, at least for the time being, Damien came across the discovery of a car on fire. Apparently Vincent decided that putting someone’s very expensive and brand new car on fire bought up good time to distract John and it sure as hell worked. However, enraged John was eager to blame it on someone and unluckily for him the person he decided to take out his revenge for his roasted car was Vincent. Damien found himself obliged to intervene, so as Vincent didn’t pay the consequences and in the end, what he simply did was tell John that he saw some other unlucky fella that happened to annoy Damien at a certain point with a lighter, approaching his car. To Damien’s amusement, Jonathan quickly grabbed the bait and made mince-meat out of that unlucky fellow, the guy didn’t have much to live, after all, if for committing a mistake, Jonathan would kill the person, imagine what he would do to someone who made a fish stick out his car? Well, let’s just say the guy wasn’t working in Izan after that, in fact he wasn’t about to work anywhere unless it including feeding the plants and wild animals.
When Vincent dropped by Damien’s office he received the full force of Damien’s lack of trusting. Damien was incredibly blunt and to the point when it came to questioning Vincent, he wasted to time in petty small talk, got straight to the point and tackled every possible question and reason Vincent would have to even do such a thing. But to his utter shock, Vincent was just being… nice. At first Damien thought he was simply butt-kissing, but then he noticed that the young vampire was answering every question truthfully and this bothered Damien. At this point Damien had completely loss his hope on people, his own brother had betrayed him and then his cousin, Ark, had abandoned him, though he hardly blamed him. But here was a complete total stranger actually being thoughtful. Damien almost immediately took a liking to Vince and reasoned that Vincent deserved the best thanks from part of the Head that he could get. His little surprise was a brand new car with a little pretty something waiting for Vincent in the backseat. Damien could only hope Vincent liked his present, but he couldn’t simply hand out his gratefulness around; there was a real threat to Damien’s person now. It was John and those documents of his. Damien wanted to find out everything he could about this case; John could sell that out to almost anyone. Damien took every opportunity he had to hack into his underboss’s computer, read his documents and even went as far as breaking into his house and searching his own room. It was difficult work, throughout all Damien had to fake cluelessness; he had to maintain his identity as Vito the Assassin within Izan as well as the one as maintaining his position as Head ever-present to Jonathan.
Damien had to make excuses and reasons why he was constantly out of ‘work’ and spending additional time outside, but he also had to maintain his same routine so as not to get John suspicious. After a week of this it started to take its toll on Damien, at this point Damien couldn’t afford to make a mistake or else it might as well be the last mistake he could ever do. The relationship between the Head and Underboss sparked up, it was always tense. Damien would handle very little of John’s impulsiveness and short-temper, in turn making John even more short-tempered and annoyed. After all, Damien had allowed him to come up with drastic measures in the past, but now all that cool, calm and collected Damien seemed to peel away, now Damien was much less tolerant and conversations with John would turn out pretty quickly to be discussions. Still, Damien maintained cautious to it all and although most of the discussions made Damien uneasily reach for his gun when Jonathan seemed too altered, it always managed to die down with the two of them excusing each other and leaving the room… or building for that matter.
It wasn’t long until a slip-up was made. Both Damien and Vincent had tried to keep their respective watches, trying to keep John under some kind of surveillance at all times. It was rather a matter of not getting John suspicious, but before long he discovered that Damien knew about his trusty documents and immediately he panicked, he swipe up the documents and took them with him. Damien had been stuck with a job at the time, some guy that didn’t want to pay up some guns he bought, the custom was to pay half before the arrived and the other half when he had them in his hands, this was of course only used with people who were more trustworthy and used to the business. Well, the guy had taken the guns and split without paying, he had been wounded in the act, but not stopped and it was up to Damien to make him pay up. During the time of his absence was when John discovered that his little ploy had been unraveled.
Damien was to busy at the time to respond, and even if he could he wouldn’t have been able to do much. John had left as quickly as possible and without a warning. From what he heard, Vincent had followed him closely and taken his chance to shoot him right in front of the police station. Police, obviously, heard the gunshots and walked outside restraining dear old Vincent Fromm and dragging him inside the station for interrogation. Vince even confessed it was no mistake and that he always meant to kill them, to Damien’s grievance. He believed Vincent was trying as best he could to make this case all the more harder for Damien to help him. Now, of course Damien was going to help Vincent, after all, had Vince not helped Damien by burning the documents? It was all a matter of money, pulling strings, threatening families, holding at gunpoint, kidnapping children in order to even start to help the young delinquent vampire. But Damien was forced to let the events take their own course without interference whilst he though of the best way to be able to avoid jail for poor Vince. This was more easier said that done, the way Damien saw it the only thing he seemed to be able to do was lessen Vincent’s stay in jail, of course this didn’t satisfy Damien at all, he didn’t want to lessen he wanted to completely obliterate any chance of Vincent even stepping near any kind of jail, even toy ones.
He had to have several chats, but the first thing he did was hire Vincent the best lawyer in all of London, Damien had to bide his time, else he wouldn’t be able to do much, amazingly enough the best lawyer was plenty good, because that bastard that protected so called justice and people’s right actually convinced, or tried to, that Vincent had been wounded first, thus causing him to have to defend himself back, thus killing John and claimed that the cops had aimed their guns at Vince, thus obliging Vince to kill them as well. No one was completely sure of this odd turn of events and evidence, but the lawyer made sure to speak such a powerful, woeful speech that would make even the hardest of souls try to see Vince’s point of view. This lawyer made it seem like Vince had been casually walking like any civilian when John had pulled a gun at him and how Vincent had made the dreadful choice of deciding to defend himself thus drawing his own gun and having to kill. All the witnesses (cops and a few civilians) stated the complete opposite of what the lawyer claimed, however the evidence was a different matter. You would think that the police station would have a security camera, well this is true, but while the lawyer had gone into his tragic story, justyfing all of Vince’s actions and making sure it was extremely long and passionate, he had allowed Damien enough time to take the tape and damage it enough so nothing could be deciphered, he had the skill to make it look like the recording had been damaged when someone savagely ripped it from the security computers. He even went to the extent of spreading one of the cop’s fingerprints throughout it all. After all, being an assassin had taught him a few tricks on how to get rid of the pesky evidence.
After this, that session had drawn for to long and they had to continue the case on another day. During said time, Damien did his best to convince everyone that Vincent was innocent, most of the jury could be simply bought with money, other believed in their so-called justice and Damien had to either threaten them or their families to get what he wanted. However the hardest to convince was the judge, Damien couldn’t just kill the bastard that would draw to many suspicions, neither would a fair judge accept money, but Damien found out he had children. So what did Damien do? Kidnap his children of course, lovely annoying things. He kept them for five hours away from his father, until finally he got what he wanted where the judge finally said that he would most definitely plead Vincent innocent. It was only after Vincent was officially allowed to be finally free from all this mess was when Damien ordered the children released. He actually managed to get Vince free with only a few hours of civilian duty, which in Damien’s case was immensely satisfying.
He felt a huge sense of relief once he could stop with the threats and Vincent was declared innocent, of course it was nothing like the all-consuming joy Vincent himself seemed to feel. To Damien, it seemed he was in some kind of high where everything sparkled pretty shiny colors like pink or neon blue and he couldn’t help but be equally infected with Vince’s joy. Damien hadn’t seen such utter joy in a single human (or vampire) in almost all his life, it amused Damien to no end, to see the normally rude and short-tempered Vincent Fromm is such a mood and most of it directed towards his gratefulness for all Damien had done. In truth, Damien was beginning to warm up to Vince, no one had tried to help him like that before, stand up for him and basically save his Italian arse from going to jail or who-knows-what else could have happened to Damien, for this he was eternally grateful towards Vincent and Damien truly believed he could trust Vince, which is why he accepted to take a couple of invitations to drink (that and he was a little overcome with Vince’s joy). Throughout Vince’s little ‘not guilty’ party, Damien actually found out that he enjoyed spending time with Vincent Fromm, though most of it was spent drunk and being two naughty boys with some naughty girls *HINT*
Soon Damien found that he could indeed trust Vincent. After all after that little bump Vincent had risked jail to help him through anyone would feel more than gratitude. Damien felt like he owed Vincent something, even if Vincent seemed to be satisfied on his end, Damien was not. Damien is a difficult person to please, after all. That’s when he offered Vincent Fromm to replace Jonathan and take the position of underboss in the mafia. There were a couple of good reasons for this, Vincent already knew Damien was the Head and Damien believed that the less people who knew about who he was the better, sure he could have killed Vince (which would be a shitty way to show gratitude), but Damien actually enjoyed having a friend around, a completely new term for the overly serious Head and he sincerely thought that not only was Vincent capable of carrying the weight that came along with such a high position, but that it could be a nice way to repay him for what he did. Not only that, but after John’s betrayal, Damien felt even less willing to trust anyone except Vince, he vouched to learn from his past mistake and make someone he did trust underboss, what better choice than Vincent Fromm? It was not only a logical choice, but for Damien it was the best choice he could make. He was extremely pleased when he saw that Vincent did his work as best he could, which was a huge relief to Damien, not putting an incompetent buffoon in such high position that is.
In his own way, Vincent Fromm reminded Damien very much of Leo DiMarco. Both of them were the only people who actually tried to establish a relationship with Damien and both of them were the only ones who decided to trust Damien so completely and like Leo, Damien responded to Vince’s trust by being more open and relaxed around him. Damien would joke and tease Vincent like he would Leo, it was something that came in turn with being Damien’s friend, although he couldn’t really change the old habit of being paranoid and cautious, there was still a notable difference between how Damien would behave around Vincent or how he would treat other people. Damien’s trust is a hard thing to obtain and an easy thing to lose, but he actually willed himself to trust Vincent and that was an enormous step for Damien. Still, Damien never truly saw the similarities Vincent had with Leo, more because he was unwilling to remember the past. But that’s just Damien.
But whatever it all was Damien and Vincent remained good friends through eight years and they still show that they are good friends. Damien has remained Head and Vincent remained underboss. However now there’s something that troubles the Head of Izan, a few years back you would look back at the relationship between vampires and werewolves in London and it was chaotic, but now that the treaty was signed, vampires and werewolves seemed to live in relative peace with each other. Sure there’s a scuffle now and there, but what Damien doesn’t like this one bit. He despises werewolves and his patience is wearing thin with these flimsy politic, it’s only about time before he decides he dislikes the treaty altogether and decides to break it and stop it, or even worse. But for now, Damien simply waits and watches like a wolf watching a herd of deer frolic about the pasture.
Mother/Father: Leonardo DiMarco (deceased) and Alicia DiMarco (deceased)
Siblings: Leo DiMarco (eldest sibling/deceased), Bryan DiMarco (elder sibling/unknown)
Offspring: None
Other: Ark Giovanni (Cousin/Unknown) - Helps Damien on various ocassions.
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Post by AKREE on Jun 2, 2009 10:58:05 GMT -7
†RP example†
((RP on Cimmerian with my DID character Cain))
For what was perhaps the hundredth time I cursed Alex' retardness and stupidness and whatever else. The problem was, that whatever he got through his stupid head, never and I say never, will come out. Another bad things about him as that when something bothers him he keeps thinking about it, like prodding an already growling dog with a stick to see if it would bite. In my opinion it was useless to think about anything and I do mean anything at all for more than three minutes. If it made you think for more than three minutes, it was trouble and bad for your health and should be ignored, if it made you think for more then five then you were already dead and a victim of your cruel useless thoughts. In fact, why was I thinking about this again? I should follow my own advice, yes I should, I should ignore Alex and his...problems, yes I should. But the problem was that when you had someone always hanging around the back in your head like a shadow, things like that were a bit hard to forget...or ignore...or think about without receiving further commentary for that matter.
Also, because this marvelous new stunt he pulled off, hurt like hell.
Taking a deep breath I looked down at my arm and almost gulped and cursed again. In case your wondering what the hell had me in such a bad mood? Well, yeah I was always in a bad mood, but today I was in an especially bad mood. Why, you ask? Well, I'll answer why. BECAUSE THIS SICK BASTARD DECIDED TO CUT HIMSELF, THAT'S WHY. Now if that didn't anger me, nothing would and you could bet your soul that I was angry. That retarded gayness of him had made him think that cutting himself was a good idea...again. But why, oh why on this pathetic world would anyone think about cutting themselves? It served no purpose, and hurt like a motherfucker. I resisted the urge to curse again. The cuts were still bleeding, but I had stopped the blood flow fairly well, I supposed. However the towels were a bit...bloody and I was starting to feel a bit dizzy from blood loss, but at least I would live.
Well, we would live.
What had happened that made me be standing...err bleeding in this positions, you ask? Well it's quiet simple, I was there hanging on the back's of Alex' head like usual. That was until stinging pain began shooting through our arms. Startled I had asked Alex about it, when I noticed he was cutting himself I got mad. Extremely mad. Then through my rage and whatnot I managed to take control of the body. Take that civilization, I just beat your ass! I kicked the crap out of you and WON! 'Cuz that's how Cain rolls, baby! The bathroom was still a bloody mess, but at least I...we would live. Anyways, I figured that living through this hellhole of pain wasn't that healthy so I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. I needed two things. Two things that made my world go round and I do love them so much, yes I do.
Painkillers and a lollipop.
I figured that a lollipop wouldn't be so much use if you were, y'know bleeding, so I just headed for the bathroom. I had a theory and you listen closely and listen well, because if there's one thing I completely despise is repeating myself. If lollipops don't heal your pain, then painkillers sure would. Those two things make the world go round...that..and sex. But you already know about that. Follow the Great Cain's advice, suck on a lollipop, that don't work take two of those huge 2500 milligram painkillers and swallow 'em whole. If that don't work then go ahead and pay yourself a prostitute and get AIDS for all I care. Jeez, at least I tried.
Where was I?
Oh yeah, the fucking painkillers, man. Anyways, I ducked my head inside the bathroom and groaned, I should hide the knives. Yes, that's it no knives, burn all knives in the fiery pits of fag rainbows of heaven...no shaving either. No, no shaving, no knives...but I'm keeping my gun, no one's touching my baby or I'll chew your hand off. I wonder what a hand would taste like.... PAINKILLERS MAN! My fucking arms hurt man and here you are talking about eating a hand. But jeez, can you picture that? Sticking your fork on someone's dead hand, fingers twitching a bit as the pinchy part of the forks sunk into the flesh, the bone cracking slightly under the pressure, a piece coming out like a frozen turkey. Yeah, man, that would be gross. Yet oddly entertaining. Anyways, the place was still covered in blood, seriously Alex was doing a lot of cleaning when he gained consciousness and if he didn't...well let's just say it has its ups and downs, but I'm not sure whose mess I would clean up if it weren't for that other less cooler me.
Ok, painkillers. You know what, every time I decide to do something I should take note of it, I always seem to space out, man. Always spacing out, you'd think I'm dumb, but I'm probably thinking about sinking my teeth into a cold dead man's hand. Yeah, I should do that, keep a list of all this stuff, then every time I take out the list and do like I have to do. I think Alex was right the other day when he said I had lollipops for brain, but I was right when I said that that meant he had lollipops for brains too. So, I win, again. Of course I win, I always win. I am that awesome. I mean, I'd just smack my head like a piñata, y'know the kind you smack with a stick and candy comes out. Well I would smack myself and make lollipops come out.
Painkillers.
Right, ok so this time before I spaced out again I stepped inside the bathroom, paused to look at the mess and tsk tsk tsked a bit, then turned towards the medicine cabinet, looking through all the different kind of painkillers. I looked around, a bit confused, wondering why the hell were there so many pain killers around here, then I remembered how much Alex pulled of his famous and painful -I might add- stunts and shivered. Idiot, fag, gay, emo, retard. I hope it hurts him as much as its stinging me, fuck. Without further ado, I retreaded one of the bottles, popped off the lid and stuffed about three pills on my mouth, swallowing and TA-DA, three painkillers shoved simultaneously down my throat. Now for the most important ingredient. The lollipop.
I made my way to the kitchen (seriously there wasn't much in this apartment, just a room which transformed into a living room, a bathroom and a kitchen, the first one and later one being attached and only some sort of ledge/step/stair thing separating it, which in my opinion was completely useless). I paused, pondering about where I last put the lollipops. Seriously I could never remember where I hid those things. Yes, hid. Alex thought that eating so much sweets would give us cavities, what a health freak! Party popper. What about his chocolate? He ate it like it was water...or it was the last soda of the desert. Seriously man, if your hungry eat something healthy, don't you complain about me allllllllllllll day because of the same shit, man? Yeah, I thought so, keep quiet your fag, I know you're in there, you're just afraid to face the wrath of Cain.
Jeez, if I didn't knew better I'd think I finally lost it. I mean...could it be that all my life has been a lie?! Could it be that I'm actually crazy and that there was no Alex. I mean...my life would be great without that fag! Just excellent...err...I mean. No...that would be tragic, very tragic indeed. In fact...I'll cry myself to sleep tonight...or...something. Anyways, back to what matters. Where did I hid those damned lollipops? I'm sure they are in the kitchen, 'cuz last time I just stuffed them under the sofa cushions, spread them out around and put the cushions perfectly back in place, three days later the place was so full of ants I was taking them out of my underwear. Not one of my better ideas, not one of my better experiences. But I learned a valuable lesson, no lollipops under the sofa cushions, that was bad for your health and you won't see me doing it again any time soon.
I bit my lip as I tried to remember where I hid the lovely lollipops, because Cain without his lollipops was like a boat without a sail, and a boat without a sail is a bit depressing. So yeah, let's get Cain his lollipop and make him happy! Yeah, like I'm ever happy. Life sucks, but I get over it. Lollipops bring that tiny spark of joy in my life, y'know the kind that they talk about in books and poems...and...I just confused myself, so just forget it. Back to pondering where I left the lollipops. Then it hit me and I almost smacked myself, Cain you're an idiot!
I went to the place where Alex would least expect it, because I'm that sly and evil and smart and...good looking. Where was I? Oh yeah, I hid the lollipops in the fridge...under...the microwave food and the cheap Chinese take out. I opened the fridge door and wrinkled my nose at the stench. I do believe some cheap Chinese take out went bad, horribly bad. In fact it was either that or some kind of animal crawled inside our fridge and died a slow painful death in horrible agony, drawing it's last shaky breath last year where it died and stayed there in the cold pits of out fridge. Seriously, who wouldn't believe that? I mean look at it. OK, I'll describe it. The first thing was the stench of something that died, like a slap in the face, it was horrible, have you ever stopped on the sidewalk next to a street because something smelled so bad and when you turned to look at the street it was some sort of roadkill in the process of decaying. That, my friends, was what it smelled like. Now to describe the lovely texture and looks. I stunk my hand inside the fridge, afraid that it might bite me or something I quickly retreated it and threw it at what could be considered the kitchen counter. I swear, it growled and spit at me. I was seriously afraid of that thing man. Ok, here goes. I am not completely sure what it was before it turned out like this so I'll just describe what I think it is. First is that horrible green fungus that turns black at places, spreading all over the food like some fine dressing, then there's actual mushrooms, white poisonous looking mushrooms popping from here and there between the green and black fungus. You can also note that what looks like food has a yellowish coloring and has dots of what I believe is more fungus spread all over it like dust. There's also the fact that something that could have previously been vegetables all shriveled and old man looking. There's also some little trees which I think are broccoli that have turned completely black and the part I call the canopy (not really sure what it's called) has turned white. Ah fuck...is that mold?! Yeah, I think it's mold, it looks disgusting, man. Even for me, man and that's a new one. Even now as we speak I see something poking it's fat ugly head from there. OH! FUCK IT'S A MAGGOT, MAN THAT THING IS DANGEROUS, FUCKING MAGGOT POKING ITS HEAD OUT OF CHINESE FOOD, MAN THAT'S UNSANITARY AND NOT HEALTHY MAN, WHAT THE FUCK?!
Ok, I'm pretty this is some sick prank Alex pulled on me man, that looks almost to gross to be true. So I looked again into the fridge to see some paper where the Chinese food previously sat and I withdrew it carefully, in case in stretched like tentacles and ate my face then it ran away with my face all over the world. There was some red writing on it and I quickly identified it as Alex' hand writing. It read: "Gotcha, didn't I? Gotcha good. I hope you like my creation, Bon Appetit. With Love, Alex C. Fraser." I glared at the paper before I ripped it into a million pieces. Then I gathered those million pieces and ripped them into a trillion pieces. After that I took the Chinese food and threw it out the window where it fell in the unlucky head of a random bystander. Poor fucker, he'll die now...of fungus overdose. I heard angry yelling and quickly ducked my head inside the window. Well that cheered me up. I can see the news now "Deadly killer Chinese food falls on head of random bystander." Then the next week we would have "Random Bystander dies of deadly Chinese food disease." Now that right there is win, that is epic win. That's how the Cain-man rolls. By killing people with deadly Chinese food that spits and growls.
Epic win.
Where was I before I was attacked by Chinese food?
Oh yeah, lollipops. I was pretty sure they weren't there or Alex would do with some smacking. I'd make him suffer by being an annoying bastard on the back of his head for the rest of his life. Luckily they weren't there, see that's what I don't like about Alex, to nice. He probably put them in the "correct" place they should be. Yup, just as I opened the kitchen cabinet they were there, my beautiful gum centered lollipops. I took about ten, shoved nine in my pockets, unwrapped the one in my hand, shoved it inside my mouth and then looked at the stupid plastic paper in my hands, shrugged and threw it behind me. Now I felt so much better with my lollipop.
Enjoying the taste I decided it was time to put some bandages around this wounds, 'cuz bleeding to death simply wouldn't do. So once again I steered towards the bathroom, grabbed some bandages and wrapped them around the wrist that looked like it had been attacked by a vampire. Seriously man, that things was so badly in shape and it was starting to swell to makes thing beautiful. Why the fuck would something like that happen? What had I done to deserve such a thing as Alex stuck in the same body with me?! Fuck, the world hated me, that's why. Stupid world, the planet's a racist, y'know that? Is either that or there was this giant worldwide plot against Cain I wasn't quiet aware off. I hoped it wasn't the latter, 'cuz that would suck man. Why would anyone be against the Great Cain?
Dramatic moment over. Gingerly I wrapped my wrist tightly with the bandage, soon ending up looking like the smexy version of the Mummy. You've seen that movie? Yeah, that's what my arm looked like now. Shrugging I pulled the sleeve of my hoodie to hide it and turned my attention elsewhere. Which is when i started thinking of the horrible Chinese food and how it fell on that guy's head and I grinned like an idiot, I looked retarded sitting there smiling, eyes focused on nothing. I was doing exactly what I didn't like to do, thinking about anything for more than five minutes. Wait, let me save that picture in my head for later reference first. The guy's oof as the Chinese food of death and destruction fell on top of him. Man, that was funny. Shaking myself I stood up and decided I needed a walk. Yeah, a very long walk, there were so many things that I should do...like...annoy someone. Yup, annoy someone, that would be my task of the day, let's annoy the crap out of someone. Ah, yes...wait....I will annoy the crap out of someone, you're not invited. While I made my way to the door I stumbled and almost fell.
This would be a long day.
So I was dizzy as hell and stumbling like a maniac. Otherwise I completely normal day...err...night. Yup, it was night, ah the night the shadowy abyss where everyone rises to do mischief of evilness. In my opinion the most perfect time of that day. Night. Get it, the irony? No? Well screw you! In fact why am I even writing my every thought here, just begging for nosy people like you to read it? Yeah you! With the ugly face, take off that Halloween mask, in case you didn't notice, it isn't Halloween. Ha! On your ugly toad face! Cain rules, you don't. Either way...your are quiet nosy and I don't care so I'll keep talking. Where was I? Oh yeah, night. Well night is...night-like...and has...nightly stuff...like....night clubs! Ha! I win again. Shit, I don't even remember what the hell am I doing? Oh forget it, just keep walking.
Well it could be worse than being stumbling and dizzy and looking like a drunktard. Yup, could be worse I could be in the hospital and dying of some horrible illness that doesn't allow you to eat lollipops. That, my friends, would be bad. On the other hand...you have different fingers? Shit, I forgot what I was going to say. But you know, my hands looked strange, one pale and pathetic and the other looked like it had a bit more color and looked more healthy. There was also the fact that I broke my pinky once, hurt like hell, but now it looked...slightly pointing to the other way? Yup, let's go with that.
I feel like playing charades. You know, then I'd have an excuse to pull funny faces on people and do horrible mimics of playing golf or something. Yeah...charade games are fun...and entertaining. Hmm, you know what would be weird, if while playing charade games you got a heart attack. Then everyone would be like "heart attack! heart attack!" and you be all...dying. That or a game of faking a heart attack. That would be fun..."let's play a game of faking a heart attack!" and the dude gets a heart attack and every in all "Good expressions, man, that looks very realistic." Fun man, then the dude would be all...dying and stuff and everyone would be all....laughing and stuff.
Ok, so right now I found myself walking in the sidewalk and I don't even remember climbing down the stairs. Ok...I'll just pretend I do remember all that. Maybe, there was this wicked transportation device in front of my door and I just poofed all the way down here...man...that would be cool. But weird...yet oddly entertaining, like eating a hand. Wait, don't space out again. Just concentrate on what you were going to do...walk. Wait, I'm pretty sure there must be another reason, walking is not that entertaining anyways. I mean it's just so simple, put one foot in front of the other...you can even do that and walk backwards like Micheal Jackson. Maybe I should try that one day I'm bored, begin walking backwards like MJ and see who the hell was retarded enough to ask what I was doing. Man...that would be hilarious.
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