Description
DeVegaas could be described as an attractive nineteen year old, though his age as far beyond that, and he knows it. He never lets anyone treat him like a child... Long raven black hair frames a handsome (and almost femanine) fair skinned face, amber eyes always seem to be judging and unyeilding, conveying intelligence beyond what his young appearance might make one think. He has a medium build, which always appears slimmed down under black clothing from head to toe, from a hoaded trench coat, goggles and scarf, muscle shirt and jeans as well as knee high heeled black boots.
Personality
DeVegaas can be a rather off to the side guy at first, always observing the room, getting a feel for the people around him before he inserts himself into the environment. He never goes into any situation without a plan first, not when there is no fighting anyway. Once he is sure of himself where he is, he can come off in many different ways, he is ever unpredictable you never know what side you will get. He does lose his temper when called short, or girly, but it depends on the person if he keeps his temper in check or not...
History
DeVegaas comes from a small village in the country lands of Germany, where once he lived with his parents and six siblings. His father was a well known speaker, and his mother the most beautiful woman in the village, he and his siblings said to have taken their good looks from her. Everyone was friends with the family some way or another, and at a time like that, when attacks on the village were frequent, the close nit community stood better chances as one then apart... But one night the attack was beyond the capabilities of mere humans, for the attackers themselves were not human...
One hot night in August DeVegass lay outside watching the sky, an unsafe thing for a young man still not fully trained how to use a gun or any sort of weapon to be doing, but his mother never had the heart to tell him to stop looking up at the night sky that fascinated him so. It was a perfect night, the stars shining like the eyes of all the loved ones he had lost over the years, a fact that saddened him as much as it made him feel comforted looking... And then he heard it. A loud howl echoing from the nearby woods, followed by another and another. He sat up, looking confused and a bit startled. Wolves...? No, they did not sound like wolves, not exactly...
¨Papa, I hear wolves, they sound close to the village.¨ he called, getting up. As his father came out with a shot gun the first attacker had appeared, a massive grey wolf charging down the street if the center of the village, sharp claws bringing up small sparks on the cobblestones as it came closer. DeVegaas stumbled back as his father pushed him, ordering him to grab a gun and arm himself as he fired the first shot, the creature far too fast to be hit by it. The young man ran into the house, ordering his mother and sisters to get in the cellar as he grabbed a gun off the wall, being the only son he was the help his father had while his mother ushered the others into the cellar through the floor. As DeVegaas looked back his father had already run out into the street, multiple gunshots ringing out in the night as others had picked up on the howls..
This was unlike anything they had dealt with before, they had not idea what these things were. They were massive, fast, and deadly when they struck if they got past the wall of men firing down the street, half having to go the other way as another group charged down the other end.
DeVegaas, hands shaky and sweating tried to fire, the gun something he was never good at aiming with, but amongst the skilled gunmen it seemed he was the first to land a proper hit on one of them, though not his intended target a coppery wolf yelped as the bullet flew into its chest, and down it went... chest sizzling as he emptied two more shots. Unbeknownst to him the bullets were silver, and with the right hit he had killed one. ¨Good job-- son, watch out!!¨ he father shouted in desperation as DeVegaas was grabbed by the shoulder and flung out onto the street, only for him to feel teeth on his shoulder, like daggers digging into his skin. He was lifted like a ragdoll, his fathers cries drowning away in the sea of noise before his blurry vision registered he was being carried away...
He never knew how the fight went after that, waking days later in the woods, but when he returned to the village he could only guess who had won... Only children were left alive it seemed, women and men scattered about in the streets with bitten and scratched children weeping over them... DeVegass gathered his six sisters around him, mourning for their parents and gave them a proper burial. ¨W-What do we do D-Devy?¨ asked his youngest sister, Corel... ¨We move on, that is all we can do.¨
So begins...
DeVegaas had been in Wing City for nearly a week, only now deciding it a good time to get familiar with some of the places around his new (and possibly temporary) home... Clad in black from head to toe the deceptively young man wandered down the street to the nearest place, which just happened to be Gambits. Amber eyes scanned the sign behind thick black goggles, and pulling down his scarf slowly he sniffed deeply. Blood, some vomit, alcohol the second strongest smell in there... and then he smelled food. Was a place so strange worth his time...? Looking around to make sure that not any of his sisters were following him he moved inside, thick heeled boots thumping on the floor with his measured steps. This was new territory, he had to be careful an assess everything before he figured what he would and wanted to do...
DeVegaas was indeed an unsettling sight to those who did not know him, dressed as he was. Nothing of his skin of hair could be seen, just a strange figure dressed all in black, eyes hidden behind thick black goggles... He sat at a table, seemingly staring in the direction of Datius and the woman. He liked to weight the possibilities before doing anything, making sure they were not a threat before he acted to order food and drink. He was ever carefull... especially in such a strange smelling place as this.
DeVegass, becoming familiar with the surroundings, seeing no threat to himself, slowly pulled off his hood, goggles and wrappings, revealing a young handsome face, that of a teenager... A pale face, framed by raven black hair, amber colored eyes peering about as he did so. He seemed to have alot of people after him these days, and it did not hurt to be careful. If not interuppted by anyone, he would set everything down, sliding off his jacket to relax some... Apart from hunting down werewolves for information, and making sure his sisters had him there to support them, he had little unwind time... ¨Hmm...¨ he eyed the bar before sliding from his seat, searching for a menu, where did they have them? He looked completely perplexed.
DeVegaas growled a little when a patron got too close to him, invading his personal space, only to send the woman running along with a small cry of fear. He sighed after, wishing he hadn't, who knew if she was here alone or not, and what that could cause? Hearing Datius he turned his head towards the man, taking a small step away. ¨Good evening to you too sir. Would you mind telling me where I might find a menu?¨ He spoke good english, but it was clear he had an accent, though slight...
DeVegaas growled a little when a patron got too close to him, invading his personal space, only to send the woman running along with a small cry of fear. He sighed after, wishing he hadn't, who knew if she was here alone or not, and what that could cause? Taking a moment to relax he headed to the bar, searching about, avoiding the other patrons as well as he could... ¨Excuse me, do you know where the menus are?¨ he asked aloud, hoping to receive and answer from someone.
DeVegaas, being observant as he was missed nothing, and looked to where Dante pointed, the silently moved towards it. He knew raw meat could only satisfy him so much, and with a full moon coming up soon he had little chances of supressing his animalistic urge to feed. But aside from that, there was the thrist for blood, clawing at the back of his throat. He had to figure a way to solve this problem, before he attacked someone... but for now, raw meat was his substitute. ¨Thank you.¨ he said, figureing his way around the device before ordering quickly.
DeVegaas took note of the strange atmosphere of the bar, and frowned slightly. Was every place going to be strange like this? Not to be deterred he sat at the bar, keeping a watchful eye on his coat, goggles, scarf and gloves on the table he had been at, waiting for his meal to arrive. Every new person recieved a watchful eye if they got to close to his things..
DeVegaas shrugged his shoulders, waiting for his meal... and when it arrived he produced the credits for it, slipping from the bar stool and heading back to his table. He ignored anything that did not concern him, not wanting to get in more trouble then he was already in... and once seated he hungrily devoured his meal, as if all grace and manner left him, he was a hungry animal.
DeVegaas looked at Sarissa, only stopping his ravenous devouring of his food before continuing to consume the raw steak... Manners would have been nice, but it was hard to control the instincts... it was better then him eating someone like Sarissa.
DeVegaas finished his meal, cleaned himself up then put on his scarf, goggles, gloves and coat, leaving the bar having already paid for his meal. His sisters would likely be wondering where he was..
DeVegaas returned to Gambits, once again clad in the self hiding uniform of scarf, goggles, gloves and hooded trench coat...everything in black, as if the stranger was always in mourning. And for his mission, he was always feeling so... The hidden man walked in, assessing everyone through his dark goggles, body tense, deciding if it was safe to unwind. He never would if there was a werewolf around, vampires he could get along with... but never the werewolves.
DeVegas stared at Lucas a few moments, a hand moving to his scarf like mask to pull it down and inhale... He shuddered a little, the smell of blood... oh how he wanted it... but there was no time or proper place for that. There never seemed to be time... He moved to a table and began pulling off that which covered his young, almost femanine fair skinned face, framed by long raven black hair. His amber eyes were still on Lucas, though a little less intense...
DeVegaas overheard Sarissa, and remembered the reports on television... and he would not deny seeing the footage. It reminded him of the werewolf attack on his village, the damage the wolves had done... It made him angry, but he quelled the anger for the sake of those around him...
DeVegaas felt his anger bubbling over, the urge to go searching for answers strong once again and quickly he covered up his face again, departing the bar once more...
DeVegaas wandered along until he came to what looked like abandoned grounds... just like his village home had become... abandoned just like this place. His shoulders were shaking, so angry at the memories swarming to the surface of that fateful night he had become a werewolf... then the night not years later that a vampire had attacked him, tyring to destroy him for what he was... and only making it worse.
DeVegaas had shown no care, the human was that, a human... and they were nothing to be bothered with... He turned around to face Lucas, once again examining him. ¨Nothing... Where am I?¨ he asked, only realizing he was here when he had gotten here.
DeVegaas growled in a dog like manner, his fangs showing. ¨I do not see your name on anything, sir. I wandered here in my thoughts...¨ he tried to tame the were begging to get out, and the vampire half struggling to get him to feed on the recent corpse before him...
DeVegaas lurched forward, crouched as he willed himself to stop, only to stumble and grab the arm, tearing into it wildly like any starved werewolf would. He could not help himself, the simple act of feeding on the arm satisfied both sides, one got the blood it wanted, the other the flesh. He would feel ashamed later, but for now his animal display was without shame or pause, feeding as if starved...
DeVegaas had gotten a taste, and he was not going to give it up so easily. He was caught off guard this time, sent sailing away from Lucas by force, but just as soon as he hit the ground he would be right back where he had been, growling over his meal, sharp teeth displayed in aggression..
DeVegaas spun his head to face the officers, human arm dangling from his drooling muzzle, face and body in the process of changing. Bones and muscles changed, getting bigger, snapping... but the werepyre just kept growling, stepping over the body possessively.
