has been damned...
24 when he was turned, actual age 54Marital Status:
He has a real problem with Authority as his short attension span leaves his mind wandering in the pressence of supiriors, he has a lazy steak a mile wide, he has a dry sarcastic sense of humor of which he isn't afraid of sharing with anyone and everyone.
His vicious side is quite well hidden from most but can be explosive if he's not lazing around. He can be smiling normally one moment laying against the wall with a cigarette hanging out of his lips, then the next he has you pinned to a wall, before you can blink.
He doesn't know fear persay, he knows the meaning, he sees it in his victim's eyes, he may even feel it from time to time but at no point does he show it. He has two kind of emotions that show on the surface, agitating or angry, no-one else has really seen anything else from him.Race:
How does this damned one appear?
OPEN YOUR EYES
Avatar: Josh Holloway
Height: 6' 2"
Hair: Medium length, dirty brown look.
Other marks: He has a tatoo of a bear tearing through from inside his skin on his back right shoulder, and a large scar on his chest, looking like a blade wound
General Appearance: His hair is usually rough and looks greasy as it hangs down the sides of his face, which is why he wears his hat, his facial hair is just stuble covering every inch of his chin and under his nose.
He carries himself in a slow lazy way when nothing or anyone are bothering him, he laughs a lot when suddenly being at a place faster than others though his posture makes him seem he moves extremely slowly.
He is always seen in some sort of hat, usually his "lucky" black ten gallon hat, along with other trade mark clothing such as his usual plaid shirt and slim black jeans.
A cigarette is usually seen hanging from his mouth, though only usually when he's inside some where smoking isn't allowed.
Equiptment and Skills: He has some speed not being able to keep it up forever but often doin things just to annoy people, turning up before they do without them even knowing, he carries no Equipment what so ever. His speed can even be seen as un-natural to others of his kind.
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Born into a quite Normal family, the family of Jaque and Marie Delacroix that lived in the heart of Versailles, just a small while out of Paris. His parents weren't weathly but they weren't poor they had more than enough money to keep their small family happy, with steady jobs to see to a prosperous future.
Growing up Anton had a rather normal childhood, he has his childhood girlfriends that would kiss his cheek and run away giggling while he sat there moaning about how girls had fleas, he also had a healthy number of friends, but one stood out from the rest, a rather strange girl called Jennifer.
They grew up together dubbed the odd couple as they got closer and closer to their teenage years, here was Anton a prim and proper boy, top marks in all his school work, and top in quite a few sporting activities, and Jennifer a lion's mane of blonde hair wrapped around a pale skinny face, her eyes a shocking blue.
As they reached their mid- teenage people would dub them worse and worse names as teenagers do, Anton being popular and intelligent would find this harder to take, though he watched Jennifer shrug it off still keeping in her mad little world, dancing to herself.
As all teenagers Anton grew finally into a man finding something about the girl alluring, though they were opposite sides of the scale, upon leaving school he asked to take her hand in the true French way, she accepted without a seconds breath.
Much to the disgust of Anton's parents who always thought the skinny "mess" that was Jennifer was no good for "their little price" they kicked him out of their home.
Not knowing exactly what to do with himself, always having his parents pamper and cater to his every need, he found himself at the dank tiny shed like apartment in the backstreets of Paris of which Jennifer called home, coming to terms finally with the loss of his home and his new life in the shadow of his old one, he began to wilt becoming more and more lazy, his hair growing longer and longer as he became more and more like his childhood sweetheart.
Their life was happy, or as happy as two people can be in the grey background of a brightly coloured City, Anton took up a job as a bouncer taking up jobs where ever anyone was offering money, but it left him with enough to support his new life.
One night on the drunken road home from their usual haunt, a sudden rush of happiness came over the two, this hadn't happened since their days at school, they took a loner route back crossing the fields near the Eiffel Tower, they stopped to share a kiss, one they would remember for all their lives, as the darkness drew closer and closer...
Releasing the embrace Anton looked about themselves, a group of men and women, all looking like they were from the film "Clockwork Orange" all laughing and contorting themselves un-naturally, obviously seeing danger Anton rushed around his love waiting t osee who would attack first, he was ready he would defend her with his life, he didn't know how true that was, as his mind went blank and the cold wet grass quickly met his cheek.
Awakening from the darkness, blood stained all over his arms and neck, he got to his feet and looked behind him, turning back to look in the origional direction, two figures had appeared that were not there before, stumbling closer shouting for his love, he spied the two faces one he knew oh so well, and one he could see in his mind though he knew not of him.
"Anton....you were weak my boy..." The unknown one spoke in a mocking tone, "And so was she.....but we see who was the stronger." Lifting his arm the other figure slumped onto the floor. Dropping to his knees beside his beloved, Anton broke down, she had clearly been bitten on her neck, suddenly realising what this man was.
Roaring with pain and anger Anton found a rush of rage engulf him as he lept for the man, but landing face first sliding across the grass, his ego bruised and the rage strangely subsiding he heard a subtle but mocking laugh from behind him he turned to see the same man, "No no Anton, you are one of us now, be a good boy.." the figure laughed as he dissappeared, turning back the body that was laying limp behind him, as sudden as it had appeared it was gone...
Finding no life for him in the City of love and another broken dream, he packed up his life again, taking all he owned from the dank now trashed apartment in which he lived. The voice that spoke within his head, every waking moment of the day, always spoke of a place, Aldenville, though he usually drowned it out with alcohol or quenching his new found desire for blood, he decided to take his ten gallon hat and go, never looking back on his life.
|A slightly warm evening covered over Aldenville as Anton rolled himself out of his slumber, looking around the walls of his apartment of which were covered in various hats, getting lazily to his feet he slid across the floor slowly taking his usual black ten gallon hat from it's repective hook. Carefully prying the barracade of rubble and debris covereing the window so not to burn himself he looked out at the darkness of downtown, he was safe. Sighing happily he slid his way across the floor again to the large filthy looking wardrobe, the doors of which were being used to cover the window.|
Throwing a shirt on with the speed of a sloth, he stumbled towards the door, taking up a bottle of liquor from the pile of bottles that lay near it, swiging it as he came to the spiral stone steps outside his apartment, most of which had crumbled away a long time ago, except for the landing outside his door. "Vhy do I put myself srough zis?... damn sing..." Dropping down from the end he quickly lands rather gracefully, kicking open the door looking out onto the street.
Taking the last long swig from the bottle he throws it down in the usual spot shattering it against the floor, glass always littered the door outside his apartment block. Smirking and tipping his hat just over his eyes he began to slowly walk down the same street he always would, walking down the middle of the road making car after car honk and go around him as he seemed to enjoy the constant annoiance of everyone else.
Arriving at a large building he walked up the steps, pushing open the doors to a wide room most likely used as a lobby, he walked just inside leant against the wall, slid down to a sloth like sitting/lying position and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, he lit it on a silver and black lighter, looking from under his tipped hat as if waiting for someone to annoy.
After a while and at least 4 more cigarettes smoked one after the other, a figure loomed over Anton, flicking his hat to the back of his head so his face was uncovered, "Aha, 'Ow eez eet going boss?...." A wide smirk spreading across his face. "Where is it Anton, I am getting inpatient.. I told you to have this done!" the man spoke with a tone of much like a military general, stamping his foot harshly next to Anton.
Placing another cigarette, and letting out a typical French "Ha!" he sparked his lighter. The man rubbed his eyes with his fingers in annoiance for a split second, then looking back he realised Anton was now stood behind him, "What can I say? I 'ave been busi....But sure...I'll get on eet" Placing one hand in his pocket and the other tipping his hat back down, he turned towards the door again. A wave with the back of his hand and the next moment he had dissappeared in his usual fashion, leaving the doors to the ;obby swinging scarily to themselves.
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