Post by demetri on Jan 18, 2010 6:03:44 GMT -7
† Demetri - Sage - Devries †
†Dem†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Demetri Sage Devries
Nicknames: Dem
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Age: 132
Age they appear: 28
Occupation: Being a sarcastic bitch... (on his good days)
Orientation: Heterosexual
Health Problems: N/A
† Personality †
Basic Personality:
Demetri possesses both strong and attractive personalities. He dislikes the human race and often treats them like they are no more then food. He's friendly, to a point, he prefers to be an ass. Demetri is both honest and loyal. He hates lying and will avoid doing so whenever possible. Anyone who manages to stick around him long enough be become a good friend will find how loyal and trustworthy he truely is, dispite is usual cold appearance. He's a very original guy and likes to keep things simple though he's quite capable of coming up with a more complicated approach.
Demetri does not open up to many people. He's very independant and likes to walk his path... alone. He cares little for love, in fact, he's almost afriad of it. To him love is a weakness that shouldn't be embraced. He has a breadth of vision that brings diverse factors into a whole, and can see both sides of an argument without shilly-shallying as to which side to take. Demetri is unprejudiced and tolerant of other points of view. This is because he manages to see the validity of the argument, even if he cannot accept it himself.
"Be open to truth, from whatever source it comes."
Demetri is quick, active and persevering without being self-assertive, and expresses himself with reason, moderation and sometimes, a dry humor. Demetri dislike interference by others, however helpfully intended, and will accept it only onhis own terms. You never want to get on the bad side of Demetri, he holds grudges that can last a lifetime and he will not forgive. The meaning "Forgive and forget" is nothing but three words to Demetri and if someone becomes bold enough to tell him the phrase, he quickly snaps back. Tempermental, just a little bit.
Likes:
†Quite places
†Smoking
†Blood
†His cat Jasper
†Killing, either for himself or others (as long as there is good reason behind it)
Hates:
†Humans
†'Dogs'
†Being told his smoking habit is bad by either humans or fellow vamps.
"What's it ganna do? Destroy my lungs? Like I need them anyways."
†Overreactions
†Getting on the subject of his family
Talents:
†Problem Solving
†Being an ass
†Being sneaky
†Being helpful
†Acting innocent
Habits:
†Smoking
†Writes a lot of random things like short stories, etc.
†Fiddling with objects
†Looking at something different then the person talking to him
†Tapping his feet
† Appearance †
Skin Color: Pale white
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Deep blue w/flecks of green
Build: Average, but with a bit more muscle.
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: Scar over left eye that runs from just above the eyebrow to the middle of his cheek
Choice of Clothing: Dark colors, nothing really bright, sometimes he wears a white shirt
† History †
History:
Ever since the death of his family and the mortal life stolen from him, Demetri has been trying forget the past. He remembers little of it, but what he does frightens him more then he shows. There are days where he remembers it as clear as glass.
Strong winds, heavy rainfall, a deadly chill in the air. It was late fall and Demetri was enjoying the evening with his parents, it was there birthday and he felt the need to do something nice for them. There house was neither rich nor poor, but somewhere between. He had driven long hours to reach them and didn't regret it one bit. Demetri was less of an ass back then, more sweet, gentle, a bit on the shy side. He never thought he would ever touch a cigarette in his life.
Dispite the harsh weather, the three of them were having fun. At least... until the power failure. What caused it, Demetri never found out. Part of him still doesn't wish to. They had lit a candle on the dinner table and had begun their chatter a few minutes before the front door caved in and fell, half shattered, to the floor. Dispite the times Demetri had tried to remember who the person was, his memory always came up fuzzy.
He does remember the blood on the floor, the walls... and the pain. Why he was spared and not his parents, he is unsure. He spent many years after his turning trying to figure out himself, and who the dark man was. Many dark thoughts eventually clouded his mind and Demetri began to pull away from his quest, becoming less and less interested in finding his parent's killer. He became a bit mean, unhappy, and his emotions as solid as a rock. He's a loner now, though on rare occasions enjoying the company of others.
Mother/Father: Sage Marie Jewl & Alex John King
Siblings: N/A
Offspring: N/A
† RP example †
A clear moonlit night it was. Not a cloud in the sky, not a breeze to shiver from. Just the shadows of the moon and the street lamps to keep a man company. No snow fell from above, but it stood clear and untouched on the path ahead, the machines yet to come through and shovel it aside.
A trail of snaking smoke rose from a lit cigarette. Twice as visable in the cold night then during warm days of summer or fall. Small flakes of ash floated to the snow as a man flicked the tip of the paper roll. He eyed the sign upon the door of the bar that clearly stated, in bold, black letters against white:
"NO SMOKING!"
With a sigh the man retreated beside the door, eager to finish his cigarette before wasting away the rest of the night back at his house, a lovely woman beside him. He cared not for the nasty animal blood. It wasn't actually as bad as he often exagurated it to be, but he much prefered live prey. He had the looks to get what he wanted, why not use them in their benefitial way. A group of younge woman, humans, probably no older then 25, walked past his line of sight. He watched them and vice-versa. He didn't move, but did let a small stream of smoke escape his mouth. They giggled as they disappeared around the building corner. Demetri was almost tempted to follow, but decided against it. A group of girls rather then one alone was just too much. He wanted a meal, not rape-by-woman.
† Let's talk about you †
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