name: Daanzig
creation: unknown
blood: demon, vampiric bequest
purpose: embodiment of wrath
place of origin: deutschland
domicile: rogue being, none currently
height: nearing five feet at ear tip
weight: indecipherable
strength: 38
speed: 40
defence: 33
intellect: talk to him
personality: internecine, malignant, highly unfavorable, snipe-ish wisdom, icy
likes: plasma, oak trees, cold mountainous streams, cleanliness
dislikes: the young, other vampiric beings, daylight hours, dawn, warmth, incessant talk
appearance
eyes: generally a vapid crimson, on rare occassions a virulent emerald or translucent metallic
pelt: deep ebony, ablaze with three hues of crimson flame
wings: bat-like in appearance, with large clawed tips, two shades of dark greys. The span is at least twice his height, 7-10 feet from tip to tip
Stunning, the form of the Demon. Lithe embodiment of archfiendish implications would appear to traipse in heavy step upon terra firma, bastion of malignance corsetted in dense obsidian hue ever threatened with devourment in voracious crimson blaze. Such mass should command sinewed limb and bulk; instead this one is solid and frigid as stone, lanky yet strongly-composed. Bat-like wings span in such apocolyptic horror, a slated grey; opaque are these appendages; no light but faint glow which might reach such creature may filter through dispicable wingspan, devoid of all true colour, as a hellish kaleideoscope. This, is the mere spectrum of death. One feature doth mar such deadly perfection, the eyes... Dark, dismal, vacant orbs, granted with such a gaze as has has seen innocents beg for mercy before a horrible death, and felt nothing.
more current
would that this one had stayed away. would that this one had remained in such limbo of self-question and ponderance.
such sinewed frame of metallic ebony and plasmid conflagration, it would appear, hath deemed it only too necessary to ascend once more; to again traipse the night shadows with such blatant hints of disregard for existence. this form, once dismal, undoubtedly possesses now a gleam of distaste for the world he'd left behind, massive cranium tilting contemptably to the side in sinister amusement at the sight of what has become of what was once his favored locale. By appellation, this demon bears but one name: Daanzig. Elapsed time has done this one no cruelty whatsoever; the shape of the beast once massive, now reduced to the lithness expected of a cat. This misleading apparition bears beneath a pelt of darkest pigment steely contours, vampiric blood lending to the hardening of this one to icy stone.
what on earth would warrant such pernicion? for lack of a higher purpose, pure self-satisfaction. one lain so long in silence surely cannot be predicted... bloodlust or lust itself? There are those who know the answer. There are those who will feel the cold grasp of this bane, all the same.
present
its all at an end now...
what wretched mimicry of existence such demon hath once possessed... at unappealable costs.
whos to say nothing is left?surely one as purely diabolical yet isolate must exist... then could not a coexistence once again form? one should not hold ones breathe...
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past
would that any had been around, been around to stop this catastrophic creature from being derived...
to think, it all began so long ago. innumerable are the years that have passed since that apocolyptic day, though recollection is unavoidable. so as follows, such a history
must be wound, though much like the tainted web it resembles...
desolate was the twisted one, she who created this betial demon in a fit of pure hatred. of spite or inspiration, some mockery of life was given forth to heartless void. to serve as her vision of ultimate evil, much was the plan. but time did corrupt even such frail loyalty as there was to her, and quick revolt led to some semblence of freedom. cast out. lone.
fated, possibly? he was to wander, listlessly, for some 100 years. though loneliness is unfelt to one with no soul, unacknowledged sense drew such blasphemous being to meet with another. unexplainable, was the odd resemblence between he and this one, this Megiddo, twinned being of cataclysmic evil. such meeting should never have occured, as it did draw Daanzig into far greater densities of insidiousness. for you see, Megiddo was no unfamiliar, as he too had been created, by a sinister mistress, one and the same with she who rectified Daanzig. but Megiddo possessed one talent Daanzig did not, a great blood lust. willed to forge this curse, Daanzig was set forth once more, born again vampiric. again, set to wandering. void of what faint semblence of emotion he might once have controlled, Daanzig etched out some errored existence within himself, caged within a wicked catacomb of desolate forest.
unknown were the years that slipped by in this place... yet, as possibly it was fate that brought such solemn being forth, to moreso inhabited quarters... it was then that all seemed to change. never had such odd sensation been felt, as was upon the first glimpse received of the sapphiric-blazed satanic beauty... oddly frightened of such unaccustomed feeling, daanzig did take sanction nearby, in observation. these lustful intents were dashed in mere moments upon the entrance of one, who did seem to possess the attentions of this one known as Drablast.
naught one to be down-trodden, convergence with this femme fatale he did seek. though nothing would become of such feeble motion, yet. driven quite mad, self-destruction was attempted for what would seem like the hundredth time... but one undead cannot be killed, much less a being who held no life to begin with... call it futile, and completely out of his character, but a pack he did join, theirs.
infinite cases of events did flow, within the territories of Vicious Fangs, issues which, in his blind eyes, brought he and Drab closer together. as that, he saw it. to all else, he was a fanatic, taking things out of proportion. infinite advances were easily dismissed. he was a fool. finding sanctity often beneath a great oak, nothing would faze him. and so, in her moment of abandonment, he was there, eager to be held as a replacement. but second choice, he was. that mattered naught to him. such bliss it would seem, even to a creature so utterly vapid, so void of true emotion. undeniable was his fierce attatchment to her, regardless of his lack of ability to show it. and some time did indeed flow quite enjoyably, though rocky it was often -and quite his fault, that was- new acquaintances were gained, many were lost... merely one would stand away from the rest, an intriquing femme known as Sapphire. though their convergence seemed brief, she held from him an immediate trust.
lack of sense on his part led to many a flaw in Vicious Fangs, Daanzig often holding no stance what-so-ever in the pack, too drawn within himself, lost within the chaos of scitsophrenia, self-hatred, and manic-depression. as VF slowly wilted, despite Drab's undeniable leadership skills, Daanzig fell weary. as VF disbanded at Drablast's final direction, they for the most part split ways, joining other packs. Daanzig dabbled within three, though no bond or loyalties would he form. and now, to wandering, he has returned. daanzig, the lone.
quite unintentionally, it would seem he abandoned Drablast. the one true fleeting feeling he'd felt, this terrifying love, was naught broken to him. at the disband of VF, it was said that they remained together, though in his wretched shards of mentality, time had been lost, and he'd all but disappeared. Drab headed a new pack, with her previous mate. quite the crushing blow to Daanzig, one possibly deserved, enough to send him scrawling back into that despicable state of utter emptiness. and so he remains, torn between his lack of belonging and infatuation with a lost love. ponderance of the joinance of a new pack hath crossed his mind many a time, though naught such shall ever hold substance, as he is no more. a wraith within a catacomb of lucrid nightmares and desolate self-mutilation.
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