A vampire with, hung on his shoulder by a strap, a Gibson Custom '57 Custom Les Paul Black Beauty Electric Guitar. Bent on having a good time, he will use his charm, his music, and his words to get what he wants.
At first, he's mean, not trusting, and sometimes very angry towards a new person. Soon, though, he begins to warm up, provided you peak his interests and show some interest in him. Once you get on his "good side," he enjoys flirting, usually a lot, with everyone. He's also a charmer, he can use words to manipulate people into doing his will. He's a musician and enjoys playing in front of people, taking requests from the crowd. He wasn't much of a fighter, but will fight if the situation calls for it.
One 13mm Fully Auto Combat Pistol, His cloths and chest plate, his pair of steel toed combat boots, and the guitar upon his back, a Gibson Custom '57 Custom Les Paul Black Beauty. The guitar was a funny thing, it shone brightly as if it was sharp, and one would find that if they did draw him into a fight, his Guitar was the sharpest edge in his arsenal.
Born a vampire to Victoria and Lancaster Darkfire. He was just any normal boy. Soon though, his entire life would change as his father found a dark secret out about his mother. One night, while Victoria was feeding her baby boy, his father bursts through the door, anger flaring in his eyes. Victoria placed the baby in the crib before walking up to Lancaster. The man attacked her, screams of pain and surprise filled the room as the man killed Victoria, stabbing her over and over with a dagger. Soon he stood up, covered in his wife's blood, making his way over to the crib of the baby Dems. He held the blade over the babies mouth and let the blood of its mother drip onto its mouth. The baby responded by licking the blood hungrily and then crying for more. Lancaster's eyes lit up with pain as he saw this for now he knew what he found to be true, Victoria had been turned and had committed adultery with a vampire, This was not his son.
Just then, a Figure appeared by the door and charged in. Lancaster didn't have time to react before his body was torn asunder, raining blood down upon the baby boy as the figure stood above the crib. The baby below him giggled and laughed wildly as it licked up the blood and played in the small pools around itself. The man looked down upon the baby and shook his head as he whispered "Come on boy..." He sheathed the blade he had used to dismember the father and picked up the baby. He walked over to the dead body of the mother and kissed her once before closing her still open eyes "Good bye my love..." The figure walked from the house and into the night, the baby boy in his arms.
He traveled for days before he finally found where his son would be raised. He set the boy on the stoop of the church of the rising phoenix and put a note upon the babies body. "Vampire" is all it said. He knew the people of the church, and how they would raise his boy right. He kissed the baby upon the cheek and smiled "Good bye son..." The figure knocked upon the door and then took off into the night, vanishing from view only moments later. The church doors open not even a second later and then a priest came out, seeing the baby, the note, and the handwriting, he nodded and picked up the baby, taking it into the church to shelter it from the harsh cold of the bitter night air.
Dems Grew up inside the church, learning the ways of the world, the ways of battle, and the ways of the phoenix. The priest always found the young boy to be a riot, always telling lavish stories about short adventures outside the walls of the church, entertaining them with songs and music, and then telling them about his wild dreams and his strange visions. The priests were the only family that the man knew and loved, no one would dare tell him of the horrors that went on the night of his arrival.
The boy soon turned into a young man, becoming one of the greatest helpers and warriors around the small church and the outlining towns. With all his good deeds and progress, the priests finally decided to preform one of the most honored and dangerous rituals they could, The blessing of the phoenix. Meant to bring a phoenix into ones body and make him stronger and immortal. The boy being a vampire was already an immortal, but if he was killed, the phoenix would bring him back so that he could continue his good deeds upon the world.
On the night of the First full moon of his 18th year old life, he was given the ritual. The priest praised around him, bowing to their god, the Golden phoenix as they asked their god to bless this boy with a phoenix. No one would have though that it would go so well. The area around him began to glow with power as a great power flew down and entered his body, Dems instantly fell to the ground as the priests huddled around him in amazement. As they brushed his now white hair from his eyes they opened the left one and then stood back as the began to discuss between each other. The golden eye was what was given. Dems had been given a direct power from their god, the Golden phoenix. He was truly meant for greater things.
When he woke up, the priests had packed his objects, including his guitar and bowed to him lightly. they told him about his family, about what had happened the night he came to them and about what had been given to him. He was amazed. He couldn't believe it. The Priest told him how they slipped animal blood into his tea to make sure he didn't go on a blood rage and how they managed to train him so well. He nodded as he looked at them and spoke "So I guess this is goodbye?" The priest nodded and walked him to the front door. Dems hugged them all and with a tearful goodbye left for the world.
Many years he traveled, becoming stronger, finding more about what happened that night. He finally settled in one area, and stayed there for a long time, further growing and learning more of his powers. He finally had to move on further down the line.