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Reiding Dalton

"So since I'm a vamp now, does this give you the right to be my personal hell?"

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a character in “Vampire Code: Remake”, as played by Call me Joel

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Son of the red-haired one.
"The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it... I can resist everything but temptation." ~Oscar Wilde






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|Role|
Male Human-Turned-Vampire

|Gender|
Male

|Age|
17 - Junior

|Physical Description|

Well, he doesn't have red hair. A goof on his parents' part, but oh well. He stands at an even 5'5" and is ever so grateful that he has put the time and effort into gaining muscle mass. His overall build is muscular and well-toned because of this. His hair is thick, dark brown, and far too long for his liking, the bangs occasionally covering his eyes -- these are a source of pride for him, being the odd color of dried mud. His facial features are slightly feminine, something which he despises entirely, including long, thin eyelashes and full lips.




|I can...|
Get your attention and keep it there. Using any means necessary, whether you like it or not, he will run himself ragged to grab your attention.
Swim farther and faster than you're willing to run. Unless you actually like running and you train often, then maybe not. But, as for most people, he'd cover more distance in a shorter amount of time.
Hold his breath for almost three and a half minutes. His lung capacity rocks. He used to play the clarinet and still has the lungs and hard earned calluses to prove it.
Smooth talk authority figures. This may seem contradictory, but he's learnt how to read the cue of I'm important and you're insignificant and reacts immediately to it. He will bite his tongue and try his hardest to ingratiate himself with them.

|But I can't...|
Handle things in a tactful manner. He is that kid who'll ask a large woman if she is pregnant, or ask a woman with an unfortunate nose if she's considered rhinoplasty.
Make friendships easily. At all. This sort of goes hand in hand with the whole tact thing.
Run fast. He can probably run longer than your average Joe Schmoe, but not faster.
Dress fashionably. He will inevitably pair polka dots with plaid and rationalize it by saying they both have blue in them or something, even when one has dark blue and the other sky blue. He just can't do fashion.
Read social cues. You could be trying to warn him non-verbally that you're five seconds away from bashing his skull in, and he wouldn't notice. You could be desperately trying to signal to him that you want his babies -- sorry toots, he won't notice. If it's not right there in front of him, where social interactions are concerned at least, he won't see it. (Well, most of them will go over his head.)
Go a day with out at least fifteen cigarettes. Yeah, he's addicted, so what?




|Personality|
He has a bit of a devil may care attitude going. He's more likely to do what he wants rather than what's 'right'; also got a bit of a selfish streak to him. While there is a key difference between selfish and unconcerned with social rules and expectations, he has found a way to straddle the line. If it were considered improper or out of style to play video games, he'd still play them. Maybe even flaunt the fact, just to annoy people. It's just something he does to stir up trouble when he feels like things are becoming too mundane.

He enjoys going fast in nearly every aspect. Slow music, people, curricula and the like will set his teeth on edge and cause his temper to flare up. He loves it when his heart is struggling to push all that adrenaline through his system and he can feel the white-hot, racing pulse of excitement rushing through him. (And no, this rush doesn't refer to blood-- just the overall sensation of connecting with that instinctual core of his being that society aims to sublimate.) Most times, Reid can be quite the meretricious little brat: loud, talkative, self-centered, and contrary for the sake of being contrary. He knows it. He knows it, and wouldn't change for anyone. (The only person he would have changed for didn't want him to change.)

|I like...|
Tabasco sauce, and lots of it. The spicier the food, the better.
Talking. He loves to talk. He will talk, regardless of whether anyone wants to hear him or not.
Swimming. Nothing better than a dunk in the pool, regardless of the hour or time of year. A dive at midnight in the middle of February is just as appealing to him as a dive at noon in the middle of June.
Cigarettes. The taste, the smell of smoke, the bite in his chest, how well they go with coffee-- all of it. He usually has around a half pack per day.
The color green. No, seriously. Almost every article of clothing he wears is green. His favorite color M&M is green. His favorite time of year is spring, because everything turns green in the spring. He just likes green.
Spring. For reasons stated above.
Fish. Not to eat, because he's allergic, but rather to watch. Get him to a pond with fish or to an aquarium, and he'll stay quiet for hours. They fascinate him. From their unique lungs to the way their gills look like they're waving at you, he is awestruck continually by the sight of fish.
Burgers. Like, holy crap, he can put those things away. He might not like it the next day, when his belt is just that much more snug, but that's what the jogging tracks are for.

|But I don't like...|
Gaining weight. He'd never starve himself, so he will eat, but if he goes overboard, expect to see him out jogging or exercising soon after to get rid of it.
The actual process behind most of his favorite foods. Which is also why he has learnt not to question where things came from. (Hot dogs are a 'never again' sort of deal for him.)
Repetition. What's the fun if it's already happened? Monotony and tedium are accomplices to repetition.
Slow people, slow paces, etc. Anything that goes slower than he does aggravates him. If the lunch line isn't moving but he needs to be somewhere, his short fuse will start to burn-- and just as quickly as he wishes that line would move.
Other people being rude. It's sort of a 'do as I say, not as I do' peeve with him. It bugs him to see a guy treat his girlfriend wrong, but he wouldn't be nearly as indignant if it was him treating his own girl wrong.
Drinking the blood of another human. It's more fear based than morally based. He's not afraid of 'losing himself', he's afraid of actually doing the deed.

|Crush|
Well, his crush is kinda... Crushed as of this moment. So, right now, none.

|Sexuality|
Homosexual.





|History|
When a mommy and a daddy love each other very much, they have a kid. And when this kid grows up as an only child, it can go one of two ways: spoiled rotten, or attention seeking. One can only guess which one Reid is.

During his childhood, he was taught to act proper and to behave like a young man. This forced him into an awkward situation: to the other children, his actions and words sounded like an adult's; to the adults, he was far too puerile and immature a juvenile to handle conversing with the alcohol sipping adults. Told to play with the children, but ostracized by his peers due to his vocabulary, mannerisms, and general air, he was an outcast and had very few relations, never mind friends.

He was around fourteen when he met his first, and so far only, love, Callan. He connected with Reid on a level that no one else had ever. After a few awkward months of platonic relationship building, they became romantically involved with each other. Now, if you asked him how they met, he wouldn't be able to tell you. His best memories are of him and Callan. He honestly can't remember when exactly the loneliness in his childhood changed over to the utter bliss that comes with first romances.

His parents would have been happy, were it not for two things. The first, Callan was a guy. The second, and the one that weighed heavier on their minds, Callan was a vampire.

Reid and Callan's relationship, though it was a major point of contention between them and the entire community, went on for several years (around two and a half actually). They remained faithful to one another and held each other close when the slurs, attacks, and hate became too much. They were each other's pillar and confidant -- they were lovers.

Unfortunately, one night, Reid and Callan got a bit too touchy feely, and Callan ended up biting Reid's lip. This wouldn't be so bad, honestly, if Callan had been honest from the start. Callan was a demonic vampire, not a normal one like he claimed to be. The crucial difference between the two types? A demonic vampire's venom can transform humans into vampires.

And as Reid made the switch from living to undead, his parents, neighbors, and 'friends' decided to be good Samaritans and kill Callan.

Reid reemerged into this world without a fellow, grieving for the one he loved, and now burdened with the added status as a much hated minority. (Luckily his parents knew enough that the University of Diversity would be a better place for their son turned vampire.)

|Opinions|
Henri Leppards - "Can't you go any faster? Seriously!"
Lilith Báthory - "You aren't annoying. Which is more than I can say for a lot of other people."
Edmund Malkin - "For some reason, I don't think you like me. Just - just getting that vibe. And that's fine by me, miss out if you want."
Jaysmine Anglyn Malkav -
Adwin Malir -
Marishka Amur -
Dismay Nightengale -
Abram Maledetto -

Milly Thorne -
Kaiden McIlroy -
Leith Elvan -
London Dawn Merlo -

Morpheo Oneiro -
Ruben Lilt -
Daman Aalam -
Adriana Dougan -

Zane Yeannes -




|Other|

|Theme Song| Down, down, down to Mephisto's cafe - Streetlight Manifesto


If I were you, I would take this as a sign
Believe it's true, we were never meant to fly
And I owe you, I know you more than anyone alive
And I will not let go

They will not remember this song
No matter what we do we'll be wrong
They will not remember this song
No matter what we do we'll be wrong

I can't seem to see the seal we're breaking
I can't seem to see the seal we broke
I refuse to recognize your views
Someone shouted "Everything's for nothing"
Somebody shouted, "All is lost"
But I can't buy that nonsense too

Way back when the prophecies began
Do you think they really had a master plan
Or were they merely writing fables, stories?
I don't know but it has occurred to me
The punishment that they threaten constantly
It's only real if they could just convince me

We're going down, down, down to Mephisto's Cafe
Down, down, down to Mephisto's Cafe (We're going down)
And the gears will spin and the sinners sin, but at least we'll give them hell
And the righteous few will spit on you, so bid them all farewell
We're going down, down, down to Mephisto's Cafe
We're going down (Right?) (Right!)

So fuck the flocks of sheep that keep amassing masses
Asses being led so far astray
And I won't claim to believe the things I read
Black books or agenda magazines
I'd rather see in shades of gray

If I were you, I would take this as a sign
Believe it's true, we were never meant to fly

And I knew you when you were you
Before they twisted all your views
Before you came unglued

We're going down, down, down to Mephisto's Cafe
Down, down, down to Mephisto's Cafe (We're going down)
And the gears will spin and the sinners sin, but at least we'll give them hell
And the righteous few will spit on you, so bid them all farewell
We're going down, down, down to Mephisto's Cafe
We're going down (Right?) (Right!)

Now everybody's telling taller tales
And I don't know who to believe
Ok, if your father really loves you more
What about the other families?

Finally, I met a man with kindness in his eyes and a fire in his heart
He said you'll never have to choose a side
It's rewarding but oh, the road is hard....

They broke him wide open
Like a dam and a cork that's holding everything inside
You can play the role of rebel
Just be sure to know your wrong from your right

I remember it was years ago
You know, I still count the days
You and I had quite a ways to go
I never once heard you complain
And you said

Don't crack, because you might not make it back
And if you do you will be alone and you can't live like that
Well, I know when I'm wrong, and I sure as hell ain't wrong this time

We're going down, down, down to Mephisto's Cafe
Down, down, down to Mephisto's Cafe (We're going down)
And the gears will spin and the sinners sin, but at least we'll give them hell
And the righteous few will spit on you, so bid them all farewell
We're going down, down, down to Mephisto's Cafe
We're going down (Right?) (Right!)





So begins...

Reiding Dalton's Story