Description

Personality

Damion is a bit of a character. He is full of sarcasim and loves to joke around. He is really into art, espeacially painting. However, beware for Damion can be extremely dangerous. He can be very cocky and arrogant, he honestly believes that he is the most amazing thing upon God's given earth. Damion also has a thing for red roses. Whenever he finds a person of intrest, a blood red rose will magically appear in his hands and he then will proceed with giving that person of intrest the flower of death. He has an OBBSESSION with GIRLS and BLOOD. For some reason both go hand in hand for him. Over the years he has developed an eager fancy towards other people's pain and suffering. Actually more than less, he enjoys it, he enjoys the thhrill of a challenge and a chase. Damion is a suave, cool and collected guy and very good at alluring girls. He knows just what to say and do to pull them in. He doesnt take things seriously, only if there is a benefit in the end for himself. He likes to be a leader, having little followers boosts his personal moral! ;) But deep inside he really is a nice sensitive person underneath all the layers of extra baggage. He is very good at hiding who his deep, dark and deadly personality with laughter and jokes, so that throws people off often.

History

He was turned at the age of 18, during Italy's brilliant Renaissance. Back then he was an artist and was really into painting. One day he over heard a group of peasants discussing how a neighboring wealthy widow was looking through nearby villages for painters willing to paint for her. Damion jumped to the conclusion that painting for the widow would equal triple the amount of pay since she was wealthy. rumors had been circling around town of how anyone who entered the woman's home, never returned. But yet Damion thought of the rumors just as what they were perceived to be...rumors. He arrived at the widow's home eager to paint. The widow was very beautiful to Damion and he found it difficult to concentrate on his work in her presence. He worked day and night painting until one starless night she invited him to her chamber for a simple chat, but one can conclude that the story didn't stop there. The young beautiful widow seduced Damion with a simple blink of the eyes and the prelude of a deadly kiss. But unfortunately for Damion, the widow was up to no simple fooling around, but that of his warm irresistible blood. Everything from the point where the mysterious window sunk her sharp fangs into his neck was a blur. The next thng Damion remebered was waking up in a hog pit, dressed in exspensive clothing covered in mud. In a confused daze her reached into his jacket pocket and found a folded not smeared with what looked like blood. Inside were the scibbled letters of 'SORRY'. From then on Damion lived his life as normal, until he discovered how difficult it was to subdue the powerful urge and need for blood. Over the years he has learned to secure his inner most thoughts and fear within the confines of his own mind and often distracts himself with people of 'intrest'.