“You can really tell how true a man is by how well he pulls off a dress.” “W!n3. This is… /w!n3/.” “It was but a drop, darling!” “You think you’re special, don’t you? Hold my coat, student, and watch teacher.” “Awh. Can we please keep it, father?” “What idiots humans are! I swear, they just get /dumber/ as the years pass by!” “You have to admit, she looks appetizing.” “Alas, I’m the forbidden fruit of the world. I shan’t find a partner, and a partner shan’t find me. A man can hope, however, that one does. Even a forbidden fruit of a man.”
+ Bio + Damon Maidensmark // 351 years~ 352 on New Year’s Eve. He died at 22. // Male, He/Him // Pan // Vampire // “My soul’s nearly as dead as my heart!” // Eldest Son of the (unnamed) Mayor // Damon’s scarily tall, standing at around 7’5” with a head of beautiful, knee-length bright crimson locks. His eyes are a bright and faintly glowing red that are actually quite sensitive to sunlight, causing him to wear shades most of the time. Because Salem’s weather is quite gloomy, he’s able to blend in fairly well, despite his oddities, however. His skin is quite fair, without a single pimple, nor a blemish in sight. His skin is pasty, though, not enough to be repulsive. Just the right amount to contrast with his oddly lovely mane of bl00d-colored hair. Damon’s hair usually covers his ears, which, are sharp and elf-like~ untouched by piercings. His brows are angular, though, square enough to match his strong, rectangular face. His features are sharper than most, due to the youthful tightness of his skin against his bones. Damon’s lashes are long and thick, along with the layer of eyeliner around his eyes. This gives them a sort of siren-shaping, which, adds to his already inhuman beauty. His nails are slightly clawed, though, it’s of low suspicion due to the fact that longer nails are the fashion of the new-age. His nose is pointed and straight~ without any crookedness or curve. Simply a perfectly angled line in the exact middle of his handsome face. His lips are a full and fleshy pink, often layered with a thin coat of darkened lipstick to add to a full appearance. Damon usually wears gloves~ Wrist-length and black. His attire outside of his old-fashioned home consists of several ‘90’s style leather jackets, slim fit, navy-blue jeans, and a pair of pitch-black aviators. His more regal home-attire consists of a maroon, 1600’s-style undershirt decorated in frills. Around his neck, a classy tie-like scarf the same color as the shirt, and a black, golden-buttoned vest over that all, along with a simple pair of black leggings. He always wears heeled boots~ usually quite classy, no matter the outfit~ and he tries to style his outfit warmer, considering being cooler than marble. His waist is incredibly slim compared to his @b-filled chest, and, displays an inverted-triangle of a body shape. To further restrict his waist, Damon will usually wear a corset below his clothes. Along his chest is an odd, light red tattoo-like marking that covers up the bite where he was transformed~ right over the heart. Because of this, his veins are much darker than most, and, slightly visible against his pasty skin. // Damon’s like a shark. He smells blood /much/ quicker and stronger than other Vampires, making it hard to resist~ Even if he’s far away, the alluring smell taunts him. He also bl00d-bends~ Quite literally bending a persons bl00d and causing them to be forced to his temporary bidding and control… like puppets, really. One can resist, though, it takes a… /lot/ of physical struggle. // Garlic~ Damon is /severely/ allergic to the taste of garlic. Damon is also very impulsive, and tends to make bad decisions. He has a pretty low moral compass. // Damon is short-tempered, and flys into rages quickly. He’s easily annoyed, and enjoys toying with his prey before feasting upon it (despite the temptation). He’s hopelessly flirty and incredibly sarcastic when he’s had enough bl00d~ though, when he hasn’t hunted in long enough, he’s a stiff and quite terrifying man~ Much more serious. He looks down upon humans, and sees them as more of animals than other beings. // Damon likes rainy, dark days~ ones that would usually depress others. He enjoys toying with others, and cracking dark jokes at horrible times. He likes organs most of all, besides blood, of course, and tends to tell others the bl00d in his hands is “w!n3”. He likes getting dr^nk off bl00d (yes, when they drink too much, it happens), and letting loose. Though, his father has restricted such activities due to risk of revealing themselves. // Damon hates garlic, modern technology, and anything that has the ability to prove him wrong. Damon /hates/ being wrong. He despises ignorant humans, those who “forget their place”, and can come off as a complete jerk to those who don’t know him properly enough. // “My father~ the mayor~ can be so /restricting/ sometimes. He gave me a “bed-time”. How does /that/ work?!” // Lmao, he’s actually a total softie i n s I d e~
