Dante Keareen

[Dante Keareen]

† Dante - Alexander - Keareen †

†Danny†

† General Information †

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Full Name: Dante Alexander Keareen
Nicknames: Danny
Gender:Male
Race: Vampire
Age: Seventeen
Age they appear: Fifteen/Sixteen
Occupation: Home schooled by his mother
Orientation: Heterosexual
Health Problems: Other than his blindness and vampirism nothing to be concerned about.

† Personality †

Basic Personality:
For the most part he is a rather intelligent person, he can hold up his own side in any conversation and personally believes that he has higher knowledge then all else and that everyone else is basically an idiot. This is why he absolutely hates when someone corrects him one something that was either; right or wrong. Also despite his slightly murderous tendencies he has a rather cool and collected demeanor when his temper doesn’t get the best of him. With that, Dante isn’t known to have an explosive temper at all, but one that slowly builds up until it does just finally overflow. It does take a bit of work to really anger him, but the smallest things do annoy him out of his mind. Seriously you can name something and he can find something about it that he doesn’t like, it’s a fun little game to play. So yes, Dante is a person that generally sees things in either a negative or rather neutral outlook, rarely looking at the positive side of the world.

He also has almost no self-control. Dante, though he feels like he has a good hold on his emotions, he has no physical self-control. The biggest instance of this is his odd fixation and need for human blood, he knows full well that animal blood will work just fine, but he has an animalistic urge for something better. He’s stubborn, and it’s hard to detour him from a certain task, a goal, or an everyday thing if he is that hard set on doing it. Dante is just the kind of person that would rather cut his own foot off then to be pulled away from something that he was doing. He is a bit of an anti-social, which would be because of his rather isolated childhood. There is room for him to be friendly to someone, once they are the ones to break the ice, otherwise he won’t really approach anyone. In result he is slightly more shy then the average person, to be honest he doesn’t really know how to interact with other people and this only seems to push his introverted personality a little further into the hole.

Dante is humorous in the way that he doesn’t intend it to be, which would generally be falling over things that are in his way and saying things that turned out to be funny when he is completely serious. As far as a psychotic, blood-drinking vampire’s go, he’s one of the more sympathetic ones. Though his guilt doesn’t even hit him until its long too late, he does in fact have that being a confused teenage boy. Though it isn’t confusion about being a vampire of course, but how he acts and why he does it when he knows fully that it is wrong. There is one type of human that doesn’t get much sympathy at all from him and that’s mostly those humans that are very racist towards his own and werewolves really. He actually expects most humans to think negatively of them because of the sorts of people that he had run into during his life. Hypocritically he is pretty racist towards humans in general; let’s just say that he doesn’t expect too much from them.

Likes:
† Dante is a music fan, who would have guessed right?

† You can give him a book, Braille or audio it doesn’t matter, and he can be entertained by the stories for hours. He loves the fantasy worlds that are in a good story.

† Does the taste for human flesh really have to be here or is it just a given? Either way, it is certainly one of his likes that’s for sure.

† Someone that will sit down and do riddles, puzzles, board games, pretty much anything that he can’t really do by himself he will accept the company of someone that will take up on these activities with this dear teen.

† This might be extremely weird, oh who the hell am I kidding it is very weird, but he gets an odd amusement from stalking his female victims before he actually kills them. You might think it’s a bit difficult, but all he has to do is follow some chick to her house and bam; you got yourself a murderous vampire stalker.


Hates:
† He one hundred and ten percent hates people that scream, for whatever reason he hates the loud shrieking of a being that just won’t shut up and get over it.

† When he feels guilty about doing something. Let it be bringing his mother into his killing sprees, or the feeling when he comes to realize that he could have taken someone from their family. Nobody likes that feeling of being guilty and he is no exception.

† Being a know it all and likes to think that he knows it all; he hates being corrected so much.

† When whatever he was focused on eating got away, there is nothing more annoying than having to chase your meal more than once. When you’re visually impaired it just might be easier for those little bastards to get away.

† You know when you are walking down the street one day and there is something awkwardly in your way and you have to walk around? Dante doesn’t usually see these kinds of awkward placements of garbage cans, cardboard boxes, and/or sitting hoboes. You might be surprised that he might stumble, or even trip, you can see what the problem is.

Talents:
† His sense of smell and hearing are slightly above the average vampire and that’s just due to his blindness.

† Dante has a decent memory and is good at memorizing where certain alleys go and what streets to be weary of.

† He has learned to be quiet stealthy despite his disability, though he is expected to mess up here and there since things never go as planned. I suppose he’s just stealthy for a blind vampire.

† Acting and not in the drama presentational sort of way, over the last little while he has grown quiet a knack for lying. Hs is in no way afraid or is it below him to lie to a human to get what he wants.

† He’s pretty flexible too; he has been able to find himself wedged into some pretty tight spaces before for his own benefit.

Habits:
† He does have a tendency to run his tongue along his fangs, either to draw attention to them or to taste what’s left of his last meal if it’s there.

† Adding onto that top point, Dante has a mouth brushing OCD that was instilled upon him by his mother who would always complain if she could tell that he had bad breath.

† Alright, so maybe it’s just not personal hygiene, but he is also a neat freak. He’s blind right, he doesn’t want to be tripping all over crap that was lying around on the floor or looking around for hours on end just to try to coach his sister into finding something for him.

† Let’s just say that he does not take his time when it comes down to the consummation of his victims. It would also be an understatement to say that he is clean about it; the fact that he doesn’t know where he is biting doesn’t help. In the end it’s just one big bloody mess.

† He usually turns towards a noise that he hears, doesn’t like to have things sneak up on him when his back is turned.

† Appearance †

Skin Color: Pale, sort of deathly pale, almost… vampire-like.
Hair Color:Black/dark brown
Eye Color: Bluish grey
Build: Lanky
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos:
Choice of Clothing: Doesn’t have much of a specific style, just whatever people say looks good on him, he usually takes their word for it. He does however have a walking cane, it's just safe for him and he already has problems with running into things with it on his bad days. Without it, well that's just a travesty.
Wolf Appearance: N/A
Other: He’s about 5’7” and his weight is slightly on the lighter side.

† History †

History:
He was born, and spent the majority of his childhood years in a small town near the city of London. If he lived in a perfect world then he would have been a perfect human/vampire mix, he would have been able to blend in with any human on the street and be as strong as a vampire. But since the world isn’t perfect, and since the vampire gene over powerfully dominates the human gene he was born a vampire. Basically Dante has a human mother, and a vampire father. As a child he was rather explorative, which caused a few close calls and a heart attack or four from Stacia, his mother. Being too young to understand the concept of outside being bad it was a rather interesting problem encounter for a little vampire. When he was three years old he managed -once again- to escape from his mom when they were going for a walk one night, and on this instance there was an incoming car. Though he was not hit by the vehicle, Dante did find a way to get a look at someone with their high beams on, and the sudden damage that it caused his eyes blinded him. Maybe it was because his eyes were adjusted to the dark, or because he was young, but from that point on he was indeed blind. His parents remained together after his birth for seven years before unknown reasons to him took over and the pair split, eventually leaving him in the full time care of his mom.

They ended up moving to London when Dante was nine, so his mother could actually get a better job than at a farm, which is what she did back at their old town. At this point he was well known to the dangers of sunlight that his younger self did not grasp, and was much better at concealing himself inside of the house. It was when he was nine however when his father died. The cause apparently was from an angry human who sought out revenge for the death of his brother, whom Jarell was responsible for murdering one night a couple of years previous. Dante’s original thought was that it was because his father was a tyrant, and not the fault of the human because he was over powered with the grief of his dead brother. Then he thought about the option that his father was hungry, or aggravated before the attack. There was a long period in which, though how hard he tried otherwise, he was completely untrusting of any other species that wasn’t his own mother. During this pane of his life there was much debate over what was good and who was evil, since he was confused on who was at fault, if vampires were innocent or not, if it was the human’s fault and why did his father end up killing someone. His conclusion was indecisive.

When he was eleven years old his mother ended up marrying a man who she was seeing for several months. Quickly into their marriage his mother conceived his half-sister Jillian whom he grew found of almost instantly. The relationship between Dante and his new step-father Darcy was very strained, since it was unknown to his mother that Darcy had an unbelievable hatred towards both werewolves and vampires. His step-father, though at first seemed to stand him, started to complain about everything, which was at the fault of ‘blood suckers’. Complaining on how it was his fault that the house was so dark, how his friends wouldn’t visit the new baby because of a ‘filthy leach’ was lurking around the house. The abuse increased from verbal to physical, though Dante took the beatings because he was a vampire, and in that it eventually it came down to Darcy talking his mother out of letting him leave the house at night because it was dangerous for him to be out in the public’s eye. He lived with this treatment without his mother ever knowing for almost four years, and she never found out about it until after that time frame.

Before his block from going outdoors his mother was extremely over protective of her little boy, ever since the incident where he lost his sight she made sure that he’d never hurt himself. He had a strict curfew, and was only allowed going alone when she knew exactly where he was going and how long it would have taken to get there and back. She even had his watch set on an alarm that went off a good hour before the sun came up so he was supposed to head back home. Stacia also made sure that he was wearing sunglasses before he went because the light could still cause some seriously severe damage to his already injured eyes. Dante thought it was because of his mother’s over protectiveness that made it so easy for his step-father to convince her that it wasn’t safe for Dante to be out and about in the city anymore. This on his full and honest opinion was complete and total bullshit on every account possible, since he rather looked forward to going outside in the middle of the night. That final severing to his small social life happened there when he was eleven years old and he was confined into the house, and only had the company of his new-born sister, love struck mother, and psychotic step-father.

As it was mentioned above, this happened for four years, until a rather abrupt stop came to it all one day when he was sixteen years old. Stacia went out to visit her sick mother, and left her two kids with her husband for a week while she went out of two to go see her before she died. During this period Dante’s step-father went out of his way to try to starve him to death, which a rather unpleasant time for the vampire it was because his mother always kept him well fed so he wouldn’t go off on a murderous blood thirsty rampage. It was barely even half way into the week into his unwilling fast before he ended up killing, and feasting on his dead step-father. Pushing him into a stressful position of keeping his four year old sister from spazzing out, making sure she was fed for the next few days and figuring a way to dispose of the older man’s body if he was blind and couldn’t figure out the time to get out of the house without frying to death. The next few days were hell as he waited to find out what was to come, in which he was dreading the day that she came back.

She did of course, like any good mother would, though saying that she was in complete shock would be an understatement. Dante tried to explain everything that happened, and though he believes that his mother didn’t get any of it, she took him with her to hide the body anyway. He didn’t expect her to help him out with his little crime at all, but there was a part of him that was grateful that she did anyway. With that Dante brought his mother into it as his official accomplice, and that was supposedly the end of his crime spree. That would be in a perfect world though, and as it was stated above, it isn’t a perfect world. There was just something about the taste of human blood that he enjoyed, and being young and having little to no control over his bloody urges he would jump at any chance given to pull a human into the shadows never to be seen again. Though it has been proven a little difficult to locate and hunt food without being caught while being blind he definitely figured it out. Over the next year he pulled off a couple small murders and a disappearance here and there, which his mother helped cover up each and every one of them to keep her little boy out of trouble. His anti-social behaviour has reinforced his lack of caring for the victims at the moment of the act, though his sister and his mother have helped instill a small amount of caring into the boy.

Mother/Father: Stacia Keareen, mother
Biological father, Jarell Cress (vampire, deceased).
Step-father, Darcy Keareen (deceased)
Siblings: Jillian Keareen, six
Offspring:None, he’s only seventeen silly.
Other:

† RP example †

What could go wrong right? Alex just had to wait for someone in this city to slip up here and there, then bam! Lucy we are going to eat well tonight! So what was a better place to sit around and wait for some lady to put her purse down then a clothing shop, a cheap one, but a store none the less. It was even Saturday too; everything was basically set up and laid out for her, now she just had to wait, just like a fisherman. She should be more patient, but there was an apart of her that was just too eager to go with her diabolical plan, it was just too genius. Alex did feel bad about what she was planning to do, basically ruining someone else’s day, but when it came down to her having something good to eat she would do a lot at this point of the day. As if to agree with her statement her stomach decided to chip in its two cents with an almost angry sounding growl.


A smirk crossed her face when a young woman entered the area, by herself, and went to go try on a few clothes in the change room. Why she was smiling like a mastermind, well that’s because this women didn’t take -what looked like a wallet- into the change room with her. It actually looked like she forgot it with her hand basket or whatever the hell those things were called. In these cases it was better to ask for forgiveness than for permission, and the inner conflict was minimal before Alex dashed over to the wallet and digging through it to find something that wasn’t a debit card. See, she wasn’t that bad. A couple green twenties flashed before her eyes, a few fives and a ten or so. Either way, it was almost sixty dollars in cash, which now was in the personal hand of Alexa November. The door squeaked open and she was officially deer in the headlights as the woman whom was the previous owner of the cash in question stared at her with a mix of shock and anger.


This caused Alex to run, like a manic, out the door. Once she was greeted by the pleasant air of the outdoors, she scrambled into the closest large crowd. Guilt filled up in her stomach that she quickly swallowed down, the only thing that woman was going to spend that money on would have been clothes right? She needed food, so she was the one that deserved it more than she did. Sometimes she was too easily convinced that she was doing the right thing, and with her pocket feeling more full than before she decided to celebrate by visiting her faviourite park. She didn’t really know what it was called, something-something garden, but the name wasn’t really important when he just liked the atmosphere of the area. Sometimes she did concede to ask someone what the sign said, but there was a part of her ego that she felt would be damaged. Nothing was more important to her than her feelings of self worth that was certain.


Adjusting the front of her jacket she had to make herself a mental note to find herself a new one later, since that one was starting to get a little raggedy. It didn’t really matter what it looked like at this point, as long as it was still functioning then she wouldn’t be whining about it anytime soon. She walked into the park, looking around at the children playing and their parents hawking nearby. ‘Those poor kids’, Alex thought to herself, not being able to imagine how annoying that would be to have your care-takers not thinking that you could take care of yourself for several minutes in a park. She found a park bench and sat herself down, figuring that it was a wonderful day to just enjoy the weather and avoid the police. Oh how she hated those enforcers of the law, calling her an illegal immigrant, she only came from across the border so she didn’t think that she was that illegal. You know that it turned out that it made finding a job a little harder too, like who would have thought?


Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion when she caught sight of a very, very tall man and a very, very small pink haired girl. That was just an interesting sight to see, the little girl kicking some kid’s ass and the other man just cheering her along. ’That was absolutely adorable!’ she thought, thinking about maybe confronting the two. But she really didn’t know what she was supposed to say, and she brushed that off pretty quickly thinking that she would figure something out when she got there. Woah, that man was really tall. That was pretty much the majority of her thoughts consisted of as she pulled herself off the bench and reflected that life was too short to sit back and just gawk. Once she walked up to the rather intimidating looking man, she still didn’t have anything, so she just said the first thing that came to her mind. ”Holy hell you’re tall.” Of course that could have been a bit smoother, but she could just battle her way through that road bump after she got that out of the way. It wasn’t her fault he was like a building for heaven’s sakes, how could someone miss that?


Alex’s eyes caught the pink haired little girl again; that she assumed that was his daughter. Though she really couldn’t see the family resemblance, but maybe that’s because she took after her mother right? ”Anyway, your daughter is adorable, did you teach her that?” Alex made an odd motioning with her hands as if that would somehow explain what she was talking about, though she kind of hoped that he would have figured it out himself. The problem was that Alex had no problem talking to someone like she knew them for years; it was just hard to get something started out of the blue. Oh well, she smiled rather boldly, mildly wondering if that was enough to actually start up a conversation, if not then she could just spit out that she enjoyed to steal money from women in change rooms and was an illegal immigrant from Canada. No, not really, she was keeping that to herself typically. At least in theory that would have been something interesting to talk about in theory.

† Let's talk about you †

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[Dante Keareen]

I'm still not sure if I got that right, call me a little slow and confused sometimes, but I decided to post it anyway. If it's a tragedy towards your site just tell me and I'll super alter it A.S.A.P

[AKREE]

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xD rofl, naw you got it better than most people, believe me. There's only a little problem with his age but because I think being young suits him I'll let it slide, but shhh don't tell :x Anywho welcome to RoO, the Capital of Perogies and Happy RPing! Now go post and stuff!