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Wow, I'd love to lend you a hand, but, you know, you wouldn't want me doing anything stupid.
You see, that's why I didn't tell you. Cause you would have never been able to do it. Don't get me wrong, Stefan. I don't mind being a bad guy. I'll make all the life and death decisions, while you're busy worrying about collateral damage. I'll even let her hate me for it. But at the end of the day, I'll be the one to keep her alive.
Great, we’ll have to put that on our list of things to do today. “Harness dead witch power."
Don't mistake the fact that we haven't set you on fire in your sleep for trust.
There's no such thing as a bad idea. Only poorly executed awesome ones.
Yes, I've become you. How tragic for both of us. Gotta run. Have a murder to plan. Busy day.
I'm staying clear of all women at the moment...Trust me, it's in the best interest of women everywhere.
Yeah, but stupid so much more fun.Since Stefan got here earlier, I'll let him try it his way before I try it my way, which is a lot bloodier.
I'm lost... metaphorically, existentially.
You went on a murderous rampage. It happens.
If you're gonna be maudlin, I'm gonna kill you myself. Just to put me out of your misery.
You see, that's why I didn't tell you. Cause you would have never been able to do it. Don't get me wrong, Stefan. I don't mind being a bad guy. I'll make all the life and death decisions, while you're busy worrying about collateral damage. I'll even let her hate me for it. But at the end of the day, I'll be the one to keep her alive.
Great, we’ll have to put that on our list of things to do today. “Harness dead witch power."
Don't mistake the fact that we haven't set you on fire in your sleep for trust.
There's no such thing as a bad idea. Only poorly executed awesome ones.
Yes, I've become you. How tragic for both of us. Gotta run. Have a murder to plan. Busy day.
I'm staying clear of all women at the moment...Trust me, it's in the best interest of women everywhere.
Yeah, but stupid so much more fun.Since Stefan got here earlier, I'll let him try it his way before I try it my way, which is a lot bloodier.
I'm lost... metaphorically, existentially.
You went on a murderous rampage. It happens.
If you're gonna be maudlin, I'm gonna kill you myself. Just to put me out of your misery.
BN Application
Apr. 6th, 2011 02:05 pm1. Player Information
Name (or internet handle): Wizera
Current characters in Bete Noire: None
2. Character Information
Name: Damon Salvatore
Livejournal Username:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
getsthelastword
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (Books)
Image: Default is fine (and I don’t know how to link to icons)
Reserve: http://magistrated.livejournal.com/1299.html?thread=1330963#t1330963
3. Character Information II
Age/Appearance: Damon was twenty years old when he was made into a vampire. That was back in the early 1500s, in Florence, Italy. He is an average height, perhaps leaning slightly to the shorter side, with short black hair that reflects rainbow colored lights in it, like a crow’s feather. His eyes are black and fathomless. When he walks, it’s with a sensual grace that he possessed long before becoming a vampire. His facial features are like something out of a Botticelli work of art; pale, smooth, and utterly flawless.
History: http://wiki.vampire-diaries.net/Damon_Salvatore_%28Book%29
Personality: Following his disastrous relationship with Katherine, Damon has dedicated his life to never appearing weak or vulnerable. The loss was simply too much to deal with and too far out of his control. Now he must always be in control, always be in the know. This has led him to develop something of a mercurial demeanor. He puts on a front of loving everything about being a vampire and often acts under this front to taunt those he considers capable of getting underneath the surface to his more vulnerable side. His favorite victim, of course, is his brother Stefan. Since becoming a vampire, Damon has struggled with everything inside of him to be what Stefan is not. And Stefan has likewise agreed to this unspoken contract, dedicating his life to being the opposite of Damon.
Damon is outwardly vain and egotistical and slightly egocentric as well, while inside he remains quite insecure. Generally, his relationships are temporary, a fact which he will never admit bothers him somewhat. The truth is that Damon is an unbearably lonely individual, but he will not allow himself to get close to many people, for fear of exposing all of the hurt inside. The fact that Stefan is the only permanent thing in his life has only recently occurred to him. For this reason, he’s decided that blood indeed runs deep. While he may not like Stefan much, he does, deep down, love him.
To avoid experiencing pain, Damon's relationships with mortals are intentionally kept short. Although he claims to enjoy killing, Damon generally prefers to feed and wipe his victim’s memories afterward. In fact, Damon almost never takes a life, unless it is out of self defense. He has a great fondness for blond girls, owing to both Katherine and Elena, and has spent much of the last five hundred years or so chasing after them, playing with them, feeding off of them, and sometimes sleeping with them. When interacting with other immortals, Damon likes to be the superior, but fully understands that with age, comes power. He is never respectful, but he will back down from a fight he knows he can’t win.
Sexual Preferences/Orientation: Generally speaking, Damon views sex as a means to an end. Whether that end is food or manipulative power or simply a way to kill a few hours of boredom, it’s really all the same. Damon has never had a sexual encounter that genuinely meant anything to him, so he rarely associates sex with emotion. While this makes his flings easier when it comes to feedings, it also means that he doesn’t necessarily, actively seek out sex. Aside from the pleasure that comes with feeding, sex offers him little in the way of joy. That said, he does have a type that he actively seeks out. Damon lives for the company of beautiful, blond women. Whether this is a derangement of some kind or an unconscious desire to seek out a meaningful relationship with one of the two most important women of Damon’s life, Damon isn’t sure. And frankly, he really doesn’t care. He just goes with it.
Powers: Powers: Vampire powers in LJ Smith’s world are tied into blood. What the vampire feeds off of reflects his or her strength. A vampire who feeds off of animals has far weaker powers than a vampire who feeds off of people.
Vampires in the Smith Universe possess the following abilities, to varying degrees of strength: The ability to alter prey’s memories, high levels of celerity, a keen sense of hearing, immortality, incredible strength, the ability to turn into animals (usually birds), and some really dangerously sharp teeth.
Vampires in the Smith Universe possess the following weaknesses, to varying degrees in a trade off with levels of power: The inability to exist in sunlight without a protective charm made of lapis lazuli, an aversion to fire, injury from wood, and (in cases of extremely powerful vampires) the inability to cross running water. Vampires must also be invited into a private residence once.
Given Damon’s general diet, his abilities are limited to alacrity, mind control, the ability to turn into a crow, and a superior sense of hearing. He is able to cross running water without any problems.
As far as his list of mortal abilities is concerned, Damon is an excellent fencer, but he considers his primary superpower to be his way with women. Damon is a flirt and even without using his vampiric, mind altering abilities, he's still very good at charming the ladies. Aside from that, his only other mortal ability of note is his razor sharp use of sarcasm, generally at the least appropriate moments.
Reason for playing: Damon is a character who can go one of two ways in this particular setting, depending on his circumstances. Naturally, he would have a strong urge to simply give in to the darkness and go along with it. On the other hand, he might go the opposite way, given the fact that he is in this situation with Bonnie, who has become something like his Jiminy Cricket. Either way will be unique and interesting. Additionally, Damon is just a plain entertaining character. Whether he decides to be a good witch or a bad witch, he will do it in the snarkiest, most deviant way possible, leaving many people to guess what he’ll do next.
4. Original Character Supplement
World History: N/A
Previous RPG Memories: Damon spent several months living in a tiny universe known as Rowan. He was very detached from the warring nations vying for the aid of people like himself, from other worlds. This was due largely to the fact that he was still in mourning for Elena. Making matters worse was the fact that one of his companions in this world was an alternate version of Bonnie, Elena’s best friend, who was apparently sired by the Damon of her world. For a very long time, Damon had difficulties interacting with this Bonnie, but eventually, he accepted his place in her heart as her sire and took on some responsibility for her (whether she wanted it or not). Together, the two of them were swept up into another world, Willaknapp, where they were forced on a caravan, heading to visit some kind of witch who supposedly had the power to send them home. Damon and Bonnie’s relationship slowly developed into something close to friendship, although Damon’s efforts to feed off of the young girls of the caravan were occasionally thwarted by a jealous Bonnie.
5. Samples
First-Person: http://community.livejournal.com/willaknet/148643.html
Third-Person: http://community.livejournal.com/rowantree_logs/105895.html?thread=4649895#t4649895
Third-Person #2: Damon was a patient man, but even his infinite patience was wearing thin under the steady, annoying pulse of the music. He hated this club and it was not somewhere he would have come voluntarily. But this is where the American, foreign exchange students liked to spend their weekends, frittering away their parent’s money under the mantra that everyone experimented in college. So there was no other place for Damon to go. And fortunately, his long wait looked like it was about to pay off.
He saw her come in, but didn’t approach. Not at first. Instead, he remained where he had been sitting, at the bar, his eyes hungrily following her. She was definitely an American (no self respecting Italian girl would wear a pony tail on the side of her head) and more importantly, she was blond. Not only was she blond, but it was the right color blond, the color that Damon had been waiting for, a golden blond that reflected every color of light shone onto it. He watched her move through the smoky room, his teeth getting tender as she moved closer. He didn’t know why he was hesitating. He didn’t hesitate. He was fucking Damon Salvatore.
With all of the grace of a panther, Damon stalked toward her. She seemed to sense his presence because she turned around. Immediately, Damon felt bitter disappointment. The eyes were the wrong color. Damon had been desperate for cobalt blue. Instead, they were a perfectly nondescript brown. And they were surprised. “Hello? Er…Hola?”
Definitely an American.
“Hello,” Damon murmured in his perfect English.
“Oh! Thank God! I never realized how great it is to hear English,” she laughed in a bubble-headed sort of way. “I’m Rachel.”
She thrust her hand forward. Damon took hold of it, perhaps a bit firmer than he should have. He looked into her eyes. “No, you’re not,” he said, feeling his pupils expand as the Power surged forward.
“No, I’m not,” the girl repeated dully.
“Tell me your name is Elena.”
“My name is Elena.”
Damon could almost believe it. Almost. If he squinted a little bit and ignored the brown eyes, he could almost hear Elena speaking to him through this girl. And desperately, he wished it were true. The longing was incredible. To hear her voice. To smell her skin. To taste her blood. Damon stared into the American girl’s eyes and tried his hardest to imagine that endless blue. But all he saw was his own reflection, his own dark eyes, pupils dilated. “You are Elena Gilbert,” he said, sending forth the Power, “and you love me.” And to his amazement, as he looked at his own reflection, he felt the power enter into him.
Suddenly, Damon was a bit confused. Why had he been so sad? How could he be sad when Elena was here with him? He reached out, gently trailing the back of his hand down the side of her face. She stared at him lovingly with her gorgeous blue eyes. Lovingly. At him. Suddenly, Damon couldn’t wait another moment. He had wanted this for too long. He seized her by the waist, pulling her into a violent kiss. His lips hurt after a few seconds, but he didn’t stop, he didn’t dare. He could feel her begin to squirm a bit, twisting her head this way and that to catch a breath. How frail human beings could be. But that wasn’t going to be a problem much longer.
He ran his hands up the side of her body, closing his eyes to savor each delightful curve. Damon had imagined each one, at one time or another, but had never dreamed he would have the pleasure. He brushed his fingers along her shoulders and up to her delicate neck. He could feel her pulse beating beneath the surface of her skin. How slender her neck was. Damon could easily fit it between his hands.
His thumbs pressed against her gullet, seductively at first, but gradually harder and harder. After a moment, he could hear her start to sputter and cough. The noise was terrible, so Damon pressed harder. He kissed her forehead. Everything would be all right. She had fed off of him, that night she had let him into her bedroom, through the window. Just a little more pressure, then a taste of human blood, and she would be able to face eternity with him.
Damon’s mistake was opening his eyes. Trapped within his hands, he saw a pale girl with blond hair…and brown eyes. Her lips were just beginning to turn blue and she had a frightened expression on her face. Where had Elena gone? It took Damon a few moments to suss it out. Somehow, he had managed to compel himself. An agonizing pang wracked his body as he realized what he had done. He had given himself a moment of happiness, and then destroyed it.
With a snarl, his face changed, and Damon lunged forward, sinking his canine teeth into the girl’s skin and ripping her throat out.
Name (or internet handle): Wizera
Current characters in Bete Noire: None
2. Character Information
Name: Damon Salvatore
Livejournal Username:
getsthelastwordFandom: The Vampire Diaries (Books)
Image: Default is fine (and I don’t know how to link to icons)
Reserve: http://magistrated.livejournal.com/1299.html?thread=1330963#t1330963
3. Character Information II
Age/Appearance: Damon was twenty years old when he was made into a vampire. That was back in the early 1500s, in Florence, Italy. He is an average height, perhaps leaning slightly to the shorter side, with short black hair that reflects rainbow colored lights in it, like a crow’s feather. His eyes are black and fathomless. When he walks, it’s with a sensual grace that he possessed long before becoming a vampire. His facial features are like something out of a Botticelli work of art; pale, smooth, and utterly flawless.
History: http://wiki.vampire-diaries.net/Damon_Salvatore_%28Book%29
Personality: Following his disastrous relationship with Katherine, Damon has dedicated his life to never appearing weak or vulnerable. The loss was simply too much to deal with and too far out of his control. Now he must always be in control, always be in the know. This has led him to develop something of a mercurial demeanor. He puts on a front of loving everything about being a vampire and often acts under this front to taunt those he considers capable of getting underneath the surface to his more vulnerable side. His favorite victim, of course, is his brother Stefan. Since becoming a vampire, Damon has struggled with everything inside of him to be what Stefan is not. And Stefan has likewise agreed to this unspoken contract, dedicating his life to being the opposite of Damon.
Damon is outwardly vain and egotistical and slightly egocentric as well, while inside he remains quite insecure. Generally, his relationships are temporary, a fact which he will never admit bothers him somewhat. The truth is that Damon is an unbearably lonely individual, but he will not allow himself to get close to many people, for fear of exposing all of the hurt inside. The fact that Stefan is the only permanent thing in his life has only recently occurred to him. For this reason, he’s decided that blood indeed runs deep. While he may not like Stefan much, he does, deep down, love him.
To avoid experiencing pain, Damon's relationships with mortals are intentionally kept short. Although he claims to enjoy killing, Damon generally prefers to feed and wipe his victim’s memories afterward. In fact, Damon almost never takes a life, unless it is out of self defense. He has a great fondness for blond girls, owing to both Katherine and Elena, and has spent much of the last five hundred years or so chasing after them, playing with them, feeding off of them, and sometimes sleeping with them. When interacting with other immortals, Damon likes to be the superior, but fully understands that with age, comes power. He is never respectful, but he will back down from a fight he knows he can’t win.
Sexual Preferences/Orientation: Generally speaking, Damon views sex as a means to an end. Whether that end is food or manipulative power or simply a way to kill a few hours of boredom, it’s really all the same. Damon has never had a sexual encounter that genuinely meant anything to him, so he rarely associates sex with emotion. While this makes his flings easier when it comes to feedings, it also means that he doesn’t necessarily, actively seek out sex. Aside from the pleasure that comes with feeding, sex offers him little in the way of joy. That said, he does have a type that he actively seeks out. Damon lives for the company of beautiful, blond women. Whether this is a derangement of some kind or an unconscious desire to seek out a meaningful relationship with one of the two most important women of Damon’s life, Damon isn’t sure. And frankly, he really doesn’t care. He just goes with it.
Powers: Powers: Vampire powers in LJ Smith’s world are tied into blood. What the vampire feeds off of reflects his or her strength. A vampire who feeds off of animals has far weaker powers than a vampire who feeds off of people.
Vampires in the Smith Universe possess the following abilities, to varying degrees of strength: The ability to alter prey’s memories, high levels of celerity, a keen sense of hearing, immortality, incredible strength, the ability to turn into animals (usually birds), and some really dangerously sharp teeth.
Vampires in the Smith Universe possess the following weaknesses, to varying degrees in a trade off with levels of power: The inability to exist in sunlight without a protective charm made of lapis lazuli, an aversion to fire, injury from wood, and (in cases of extremely powerful vampires) the inability to cross running water. Vampires must also be invited into a private residence once.
Given Damon’s general diet, his abilities are limited to alacrity, mind control, the ability to turn into a crow, and a superior sense of hearing. He is able to cross running water without any problems.
As far as his list of mortal abilities is concerned, Damon is an excellent fencer, but he considers his primary superpower to be his way with women. Damon is a flirt and even without using his vampiric, mind altering abilities, he's still very good at charming the ladies. Aside from that, his only other mortal ability of note is his razor sharp use of sarcasm, generally at the least appropriate moments.
Reason for playing: Damon is a character who can go one of two ways in this particular setting, depending on his circumstances. Naturally, he would have a strong urge to simply give in to the darkness and go along with it. On the other hand, he might go the opposite way, given the fact that he is in this situation with Bonnie, who has become something like his Jiminy Cricket. Either way will be unique and interesting. Additionally, Damon is just a plain entertaining character. Whether he decides to be a good witch or a bad witch, he will do it in the snarkiest, most deviant way possible, leaving many people to guess what he’ll do next.
4. Original Character Supplement
World History: N/A
Previous RPG Memories: Damon spent several months living in a tiny universe known as Rowan. He was very detached from the warring nations vying for the aid of people like himself, from other worlds. This was due largely to the fact that he was still in mourning for Elena. Making matters worse was the fact that one of his companions in this world was an alternate version of Bonnie, Elena’s best friend, who was apparently sired by the Damon of her world. For a very long time, Damon had difficulties interacting with this Bonnie, but eventually, he accepted his place in her heart as her sire and took on some responsibility for her (whether she wanted it or not). Together, the two of them were swept up into another world, Willaknapp, where they were forced on a caravan, heading to visit some kind of witch who supposedly had the power to send them home. Damon and Bonnie’s relationship slowly developed into something close to friendship, although Damon’s efforts to feed off of the young girls of the caravan were occasionally thwarted by a jealous Bonnie.
5. Samples
First-Person: http://community.livejournal.com/willaknet/148643.html
Third-Person: http://community.livejournal.com/rowantree_logs/105895.html?thread=4649895#t4649895
Third-Person #2: Damon was a patient man, but even his infinite patience was wearing thin under the steady, annoying pulse of the music. He hated this club and it was not somewhere he would have come voluntarily. But this is where the American, foreign exchange students liked to spend their weekends, frittering away their parent’s money under the mantra that everyone experimented in college. So there was no other place for Damon to go. And fortunately, his long wait looked like it was about to pay off.
He saw her come in, but didn’t approach. Not at first. Instead, he remained where he had been sitting, at the bar, his eyes hungrily following her. She was definitely an American (no self respecting Italian girl would wear a pony tail on the side of her head) and more importantly, she was blond. Not only was she blond, but it was the right color blond, the color that Damon had been waiting for, a golden blond that reflected every color of light shone onto it. He watched her move through the smoky room, his teeth getting tender as she moved closer. He didn’t know why he was hesitating. He didn’t hesitate. He was fucking Damon Salvatore.
With all of the grace of a panther, Damon stalked toward her. She seemed to sense his presence because she turned around. Immediately, Damon felt bitter disappointment. The eyes were the wrong color. Damon had been desperate for cobalt blue. Instead, they were a perfectly nondescript brown. And they were surprised. “Hello? Er…Hola?”
Definitely an American.
“Hello,” Damon murmured in his perfect English.
“Oh! Thank God! I never realized how great it is to hear English,” she laughed in a bubble-headed sort of way. “I’m Rachel.”
She thrust her hand forward. Damon took hold of it, perhaps a bit firmer than he should have. He looked into her eyes. “No, you’re not,” he said, feeling his pupils expand as the Power surged forward.
“No, I’m not,” the girl repeated dully.
“Tell me your name is Elena.”
“My name is Elena.”
Damon could almost believe it. Almost. If he squinted a little bit and ignored the brown eyes, he could almost hear Elena speaking to him through this girl. And desperately, he wished it were true. The longing was incredible. To hear her voice. To smell her skin. To taste her blood. Damon stared into the American girl’s eyes and tried his hardest to imagine that endless blue. But all he saw was his own reflection, his own dark eyes, pupils dilated. “You are Elena Gilbert,” he said, sending forth the Power, “and you love me.” And to his amazement, as he looked at his own reflection, he felt the power enter into him.
Suddenly, Damon was a bit confused. Why had he been so sad? How could he be sad when Elena was here with him? He reached out, gently trailing the back of his hand down the side of her face. She stared at him lovingly with her gorgeous blue eyes. Lovingly. At him. Suddenly, Damon couldn’t wait another moment. He had wanted this for too long. He seized her by the waist, pulling her into a violent kiss. His lips hurt after a few seconds, but he didn’t stop, he didn’t dare. He could feel her begin to squirm a bit, twisting her head this way and that to catch a breath. How frail human beings could be. But that wasn’t going to be a problem much longer.
He ran his hands up the side of her body, closing his eyes to savor each delightful curve. Damon had imagined each one, at one time or another, but had never dreamed he would have the pleasure. He brushed his fingers along her shoulders and up to her delicate neck. He could feel her pulse beating beneath the surface of her skin. How slender her neck was. Damon could easily fit it between his hands.
His thumbs pressed against her gullet, seductively at first, but gradually harder and harder. After a moment, he could hear her start to sputter and cough. The noise was terrible, so Damon pressed harder. He kissed her forehead. Everything would be all right. She had fed off of him, that night she had let him into her bedroom, through the window. Just a little more pressure, then a taste of human blood, and she would be able to face eternity with him.
Damon’s mistake was opening his eyes. Trapped within his hands, he saw a pale girl with blond hair…and brown eyes. Her lips were just beginning to turn blue and she had a frightened expression on her face. Where had Elena gone? It took Damon a few moments to suss it out. Somehow, he had managed to compel himself. An agonizing pang wracked his body as he realized what he had done. He had given himself a moment of happiness, and then destroyed it.
With a snarl, his face changed, and Damon lunged forward, sinking his canine teeth into the girl’s skin and ripping her throat out.
Guess What? (What?) It's More One-Liners!
Feb. 1st, 2011 04:38 pmI've been dead before. I got over it.
Yes, Elena, I find hilarity in the lengths I need to go to to save your life.
A, He can`t do anything about it and B, what I just said.
Can we not do the whole road trip bonding thing? The cliché of it all makes me itch.
Everything she says is a lie! How am I supposed to know she’s gonna start spouting out the truth?
Oh, teens today and their underage drinking. Tragic.
Wow, it looks like this guy is used to being tied up.
Really, you wanna play morality police with me right now?
Your search for life`s purpose is as obvious as it is tragic.
I’d be extra nice to me right now.
Yes, Elena, I find hilarity in the lengths I need to go to to save your life.
A, He can`t do anything about it and B, what I just said.
Can we not do the whole road trip bonding thing? The cliché of it all makes me itch.
Everything she says is a lie! How am I supposed to know she’s gonna start spouting out the truth?
Oh, teens today and their underage drinking. Tragic.
Wow, it looks like this guy is used to being tied up.
Really, you wanna play morality police with me right now?
Your search for life`s purpose is as obvious as it is tragic.
I’d be extra nice to me right now.
More One-Liners! Will they never cease?
Sep. 21st, 2010 02:36 pmTo risk another frown line encroaching on a very crowded forehead... We kissed.
I'm just gonna ignore the bitch. See ya.
Now you need to stop with the witch's brew. You're starting to believe your own press.
BTW...that means 'by the way.'
Aren't you worried that one day all the forest animals are gonna band together and fight back? I mean, surely they talk.
Quit, move on. Problem solved. Ta-da.
I get to you. You find yourself drawn to me. You think about me even when you don't want to think about me. I bet you even dreamed about me.
I'm here to eat cotton candy and steal your girl.
I'm just gonna ignore the bitch. See ya.
Now you need to stop with the witch's brew. You're starting to believe your own press.
BTW...that means 'by the way.'
Aren't you worried that one day all the forest animals are gonna band together and fight back? I mean, surely they talk.
Quit, move on. Problem solved. Ta-da.
I get to you. You find yourself drawn to me. You think about me even when you don't want to think about me. I bet you even dreamed about me.
I'm here to eat cotton candy and steal your girl.
More One-Liners from the Books
Sep. 21st, 2010 02:21 pmInteresting things happen in the dark...sometimes.
I never lie about anything important. Or do I mean unimportant?
The name is Salvatore. As in savior.
Thank you for having me for dinner. I hope I can return the favor sometime.
I ran out of mercy for you a century ago.
Maybe I don't like things easy. Put it this way, dear brother: if anyone's going to have the satisfaction of killing you, it will be me. No one else. I plan to take care of the job personally. And it's something I'm very good at; I promise you.
And I agree. In fact, we all seem to be in a frenzy of pure agreement.
Little brother, the world is full of what you call 'wrong.' Why not relax and join the winning side? It's much more fun, I assure you.
I never lie about anything important. Or do I mean unimportant?
The name is Salvatore. As in savior.
Thank you for having me for dinner. I hope I can return the favor sometime.
I ran out of mercy for you a century ago.
Maybe I don't like things easy. Put it this way, dear brother: if anyone's going to have the satisfaction of killing you, it will be me. No one else. I plan to take care of the job personally. And it's something I'm very good at; I promise you.
And I agree. In fact, we all seem to be in a frenzy of pure agreement.
Little brother, the world is full of what you call 'wrong.' Why not relax and join the winning side? It's much more fun, I assure you.
General Application for Damon
Sep. 21st, 2010 02:13 pmplayer info.
name/handle: Wizera
contact info: PM for contact info
personal journal:getsthelastword
previous characters: Cassandra
character info.
character name: Damon Salvatore
canon & medium: Vampire Diaries (the books)
age & species: 500-ish, vampire
appearance: Damon was twenty years old when he was made into a vampire. That was back in the early 1500s, in Florence, Italy. He is an average height, perhaps leaning slightly to the shorter side, with short black hair that reflects rainbow colored lights in it, like a crow’s feather. His eyes are black and fathomless. When he walks, it’s with a sensual grace that he possessed long before becoming a vampire. His facial features are like something out of a Botticelli work of art; pale, smooth, and utterly flawless.
previous rpg memories: Damon spent several months living in a tiny universe known as Rowan. He was very detached from the warring nations vying for the aid of people like himself, from other worlds. Of the other travelers, he was close only to a teenage girl named Bonnie, who was the best friend of his greatest love, Elena Gilbert. Damon developed a fondness for Bonnie, at first as some sort of pet and later as a friend. When she was injured, he attempted to save her life by giving her some of his blood. This turned her into a vampire and he took responsibility for teaching her to use her abilities and hide her nature from everyone else.
timeline: Damon is yoinked from in between the third and fourth books of the Vampire Diaries series.
background/history link: http://wiki.vampire-diaries.net/Damon_Salvatore_%28Book%29
personality: Following his disastrous relationship with Katherine, Damon has dedicated his life to never appearing weak or vulnerable. The loss was simply too much to deal with and too far out of his control. Now he must always be in control, always be in the know. This has led him to develop something of a mercurial demeanor. He puts on a front of loving everything about being a vampire and often acts under this front to taunt those he considers capable of getting underneath the surface to his more vulnerable side. His favorite victim, of course, is his brother Stefan. Since becoming a vampire, Damon has struggled with everything inside of him to be what Stefan is not. And Stefan has likewise agreed to this unspoken contract, dedicating his life to being the opposite of Damon.
Damon is outwardly vain and egotistical and slightly egocentric as well, while inside he remains quite insecure. Generally, his relationships are temporary, a fact which he will never admit bothers him somewhat. The truth is that Damon is an unbearably lonely individual, but he will not allow himself to get close to many people, for fear of exposing all of the hurt inside. The fact that Stefan is the only permanent thing in his life has only recently occurred to him. For this reason, he’s decided that blood indeed runs deep. While he may not like Stefan much, he does, deep down, love him.
To avoid experiencing pain, Damon's relationships with mortals are intentionally kept short. Although he claims to enjoy killing, Damon generally prefers to feed and wipe his victim’s memories afterward. In fact, Damon almost never takes a life, unless it is out of self defense. He has a great fondness for blond girls, owing to both Katherine and Elena, and has spent much of the last five hundred years or so chasing after them, playing with them, feeding off of them, and sometimes sleeping with them. When interacting with other immortals, Damon likes to be the superior, but fully understands that with age, comes power. He is never respectful, but he will back down from a fight he knows he can’t win.
abilities:
Powers: Vampire powers in LJ Smith’s world are tied into blood. What the vampire feeds off of reflects his or her strength. A vampire who feeds off of animals has far weaker powers than a vampire who feeds off of people.
Vampires in the Smith Universe possess the following abilities, to varying degrees of strength: The ability to alter prey’s memories, high levels of celerity, a keen sense of hearing, immortality, incredible strength, the ability to turn into animals (usually birds), and some really dangerously sharp teeth.
Vampires in the Smith Universe possess the following weaknesses, to varying degrees in a trade off with levels of power: The inability to exist in sunlight without a protective charm made of lapis lazuli, an aversion to fire, injury from wood, and (in cases of extremely powerful vampires) the inability to cross running water. Vampires must also be invited into a private residence once.
Given Damon’s general diet, his abilities are limited to alacrity, mind control, the ability to turn into a crow, and a superior sense of hearing. He is able to cross running water without any problems.
As far as his list of mortal abilities is concerned, Damon is an excellent fencer, but he considers his primarily superpower to be his way with women. Damon is a flirt and even without using his vampiric, mind altering abilities, he's still very good at charming the ladies. Aside from that, his only other mortal ability of note is his razor sharp use of sarcasm, generally at the least appropriate moments.
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possessions: Damon's most treasured possession is his ring of lapis lazuli. Not only does it protect him from sunlight, but it is also a link to his past, as it was given to him by Katherine.
samples.
sample journal entry: A diary? Are you kidding me? Who do you think I am? Stefan? “Uh…dear diary, I’m so sad because I’m an evil vampire and I have a bad haircut. I wish my brother would stop being so evil. I’m all tortured and conflicted.” If only he would put that broody power to some good use. He’d get a lot more girls that way.
third-person sample: It was late at night. The museum was long closed, the hallway deserted. One weird amorphous shadow fell across the floor. This was perfect for Damon. He knew little poetry, but he could appreciate how romantic it was. How Anne Rice it was. There he stood, behind a hideous, ancient statue, the cute blond girl in his arms, her head lolled off to one side. And of course, the inevitable footsteps coming down the hallway. Well, every Anne Rice story had its party pooper.
“Not again,” he heard Stefan mutter. Was he expected to respond? Oops, it seemed he hadn’t heard after all. Then, louder, “Damon!”
Damon looked up at Stefan, still biting the girl. Oh Stefan, how predictable he was, standing there. The indignant face, one of Damon’s favorites. No one could bring that out of Stefan better than Damon could. “What?” he mumbled, the warm, sticky blood sliding down his throat.
“Public place?” Stefan indicated the hallways, full only of motionless sculptures.
Damon reluctantly disengaged from the girl’s throat, raising an eyebrow. The boy never learned. “Where are my manners? You want some?” He didn’t wait for a response. “No?” And he went back to feeding. Truth to tell, he wasn’t hungry anymore. The girl’s blood had a funny taste and it wasn’t a bit satisfying. But annoying Stefan was always satisfying.
Stefan took a few tentative steps toward Damon. “Manners? Don’t you know not to talk with your mouth full?”
“I missed that issue of Dear Abby,” he said between mouthfuls.
Stefan grabbed the girl. Damon rolled his eyes, stepping back to watch. He could have stopped Stefan, of course. Not only was he stronger, but he had just fed. It was hardly worth the effort. Turning her to face him, Stefan stared into her eyes. “Forget what just happened and go home.” As always, the girl smiled, stupidly, and walked away.
He waited until her footsteps were gone. “Dick move, dude. I wasn’t finished with that,” he said sarcastically.
Stefan shook his head, muttering, “I hate you.”
Damon spread his arms wide, smiling in mock sincerity. “You love me, Stef.” The quip didn’t come with the same relative ease as it once had. Somehow, the word ‘love’ wasn’t something he enjoyed throwing around anymore.
“No. I wish I could kill you,” Stefan deadpanned.
They both knew he never would. “Been there. Done that. Get over it.” If there wasn’t going to be any killing, at least there ought to be some fun. Damon spun in a wide, lazy circle, waiting until he was certain that Stefan’s nerves were completely on end before kicking over the nearest statue.
Stefan rushed in front of the statue, grabbing it before it could smash on the marble floor. “Careful.”
Damon had already walked over to another statue. This was a woman, a beautiful woman. He stared at her for a moment. There was something about her that bothered him. The curl of her lip, a little smile that seemed to say trouble. Normally, he liked that look. But she was taunting him. Damon didn’t tolerate taunting. He took a Sharpie out of the pocket of his favorite leather jacket, pulling the cap off with his teeth. “What do you think the Romans had against facial hair?” he asked, poising the tip of his marker over the statue’s lip.
With celerity Stefan righted the first statue and ran over to catch Damon’s wrist. His grip was weak to Damon, obviously the mark of a vampire who enjoyed eating Bambi and Thumper. “The men didn’t mind it. The women a little more so. Especially not on Helen of Troy.”
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character info.
character name: Damon Salvatore
canon & medium: Vampire Diaries (the books)
age & species: 500-ish, vampire
appearance: Damon was twenty years old when he was made into a vampire. That was back in the early 1500s, in Florence, Italy. He is an average height, perhaps leaning slightly to the shorter side, with short black hair that reflects rainbow colored lights in it, like a crow’s feather. His eyes are black and fathomless. When he walks, it’s with a sensual grace that he possessed long before becoming a vampire. His facial features are like something out of a Botticelli work of art; pale, smooth, and utterly flawless.
previous rpg memories: Damon spent several months living in a tiny universe known as Rowan. He was very detached from the warring nations vying for the aid of people like himself, from other worlds. Of the other travelers, he was close only to a teenage girl named Bonnie, who was the best friend of his greatest love, Elena Gilbert. Damon developed a fondness for Bonnie, at first as some sort of pet and later as a friend. When she was injured, he attempted to save her life by giving her some of his blood. This turned her into a vampire and he took responsibility for teaching her to use her abilities and hide her nature from everyone else.
timeline: Damon is yoinked from in between the third and fourth books of the Vampire Diaries series.
background/history link: http://wiki.vampire-diaries.net/Damon_Salvatore_%28Book%29
personality: Following his disastrous relationship with Katherine, Damon has dedicated his life to never appearing weak or vulnerable. The loss was simply too much to deal with and too far out of his control. Now he must always be in control, always be in the know. This has led him to develop something of a mercurial demeanor. He puts on a front of loving everything about being a vampire and often acts under this front to taunt those he considers capable of getting underneath the surface to his more vulnerable side. His favorite victim, of course, is his brother Stefan. Since becoming a vampire, Damon has struggled with everything inside of him to be what Stefan is not. And Stefan has likewise agreed to this unspoken contract, dedicating his life to being the opposite of Damon.
Damon is outwardly vain and egotistical and slightly egocentric as well, while inside he remains quite insecure. Generally, his relationships are temporary, a fact which he will never admit bothers him somewhat. The truth is that Damon is an unbearably lonely individual, but he will not allow himself to get close to many people, for fear of exposing all of the hurt inside. The fact that Stefan is the only permanent thing in his life has only recently occurred to him. For this reason, he’s decided that blood indeed runs deep. While he may not like Stefan much, he does, deep down, love him.
To avoid experiencing pain, Damon's relationships with mortals are intentionally kept short. Although he claims to enjoy killing, Damon generally prefers to feed and wipe his victim’s memories afterward. In fact, Damon almost never takes a life, unless it is out of self defense. He has a great fondness for blond girls, owing to both Katherine and Elena, and has spent much of the last five hundred years or so chasing after them, playing with them, feeding off of them, and sometimes sleeping with them. When interacting with other immortals, Damon likes to be the superior, but fully understands that with age, comes power. He is never respectful, but he will back down from a fight he knows he can’t win.
abilities:
Powers: Vampire powers in LJ Smith’s world are tied into blood. What the vampire feeds off of reflects his or her strength. A vampire who feeds off of animals has far weaker powers than a vampire who feeds off of people.
Vampires in the Smith Universe possess the following abilities, to varying degrees of strength: The ability to alter prey’s memories, high levels of celerity, a keen sense of hearing, immortality, incredible strength, the ability to turn into animals (usually birds), and some really dangerously sharp teeth.
Vampires in the Smith Universe possess the following weaknesses, to varying degrees in a trade off with levels of power: The inability to exist in sunlight without a protective charm made of lapis lazuli, an aversion to fire, injury from wood, and (in cases of extremely powerful vampires) the inability to cross running water. Vampires must also be invited into a private residence once.
Given Damon’s general diet, his abilities are limited to alacrity, mind control, the ability to turn into a crow, and a superior sense of hearing. He is able to cross running water without any problems.
As far as his list of mortal abilities is concerned, Damon is an excellent fencer, but he considers his primarily superpower to be his way with women. Damon is a flirt and even without using his vampiric, mind altering abilities, he's still very good at charming the ladies. Aside from that, his only other mortal ability of note is his razor sharp use of sarcasm, generally at the least appropriate moments.
any plans for your character here? Nope.
possessions: Damon's most treasured possession is his ring of lapis lazuli. Not only does it protect him from sunlight, but it is also a link to his past, as it was given to him by Katherine.
samples.
sample journal entry: A diary? Are you kidding me? Who do you think I am? Stefan? “Uh…dear diary, I’m so sad because I’m an evil vampire and I have a bad haircut. I wish my brother would stop being so evil. I’m all tortured and conflicted.” If only he would put that broody power to some good use. He’d get a lot more girls that way.
third-person sample: It was late at night. The museum was long closed, the hallway deserted. One weird amorphous shadow fell across the floor. This was perfect for Damon. He knew little poetry, but he could appreciate how romantic it was. How Anne Rice it was. There he stood, behind a hideous, ancient statue, the cute blond girl in his arms, her head lolled off to one side. And of course, the inevitable footsteps coming down the hallway. Well, every Anne Rice story had its party pooper.
“Not again,” he heard Stefan mutter. Was he expected to respond? Oops, it seemed he hadn’t heard after all. Then, louder, “Damon!”
Damon looked up at Stefan, still biting the girl. Oh Stefan, how predictable he was, standing there. The indignant face, one of Damon’s favorites. No one could bring that out of Stefan better than Damon could. “What?” he mumbled, the warm, sticky blood sliding down his throat.
“Public place?” Stefan indicated the hallways, full only of motionless sculptures.
Damon reluctantly disengaged from the girl’s throat, raising an eyebrow. The boy never learned. “Where are my manners? You want some?” He didn’t wait for a response. “No?” And he went back to feeding. Truth to tell, he wasn’t hungry anymore. The girl’s blood had a funny taste and it wasn’t a bit satisfying. But annoying Stefan was always satisfying.
Stefan took a few tentative steps toward Damon. “Manners? Don’t you know not to talk with your mouth full?”
“I missed that issue of Dear Abby,” he said between mouthfuls.
Stefan grabbed the girl. Damon rolled his eyes, stepping back to watch. He could have stopped Stefan, of course. Not only was he stronger, but he had just fed. It was hardly worth the effort. Turning her to face him, Stefan stared into her eyes. “Forget what just happened and go home.” As always, the girl smiled, stupidly, and walked away.
He waited until her footsteps were gone. “Dick move, dude. I wasn’t finished with that,” he said sarcastically.
Stefan shook his head, muttering, “I hate you.”
Damon spread his arms wide, smiling in mock sincerity. “You love me, Stef.” The quip didn’t come with the same relative ease as it once had. Somehow, the word ‘love’ wasn’t something he enjoyed throwing around anymore.
“No. I wish I could kill you,” Stefan deadpanned.
They both knew he never would. “Been there. Done that. Get over it.” If there wasn’t going to be any killing, at least there ought to be some fun. Damon spun in a wide, lazy circle, waiting until he was certain that Stefan’s nerves were completely on end before kicking over the nearest statue.
Stefan rushed in front of the statue, grabbing it before it could smash on the marble floor. “Careful.”
Damon had already walked over to another statue. This was a woman, a beautiful woman. He stared at her for a moment. There was something about her that bothered him. The curl of her lip, a little smile that seemed to say trouble. Normally, he liked that look. But she was taunting him. Damon didn’t tolerate taunting. He took a Sharpie out of the pocket of his favorite leather jacket, pulling the cap off with his teeth. “What do you think the Romans had against facial hair?” he asked, poising the tip of his marker over the statue’s lip.
With celerity Stefan righted the first statue and ran over to catch Damon’s wrist. His grip was weak to Damon, obviously the mark of a vampire who enjoyed eating Bambi and Thumper. “The men didn’t mind it. The women a little more so. Especially not on Helen of Troy.”
A Few More Damon Salvatore One-Liners
May. 27th, 2010 02:58 pmI couldn't have him running around chewing on people with the town running around looking for vampires, could I?
You spent the last century and a half being the poster child for Prozac. Now you want me to believe this new you has nothing to do with human blood.
Nostalgia is a bitch.
Stefan likes puppy blood... little Golden Retriever blood with floppy ears. That's his favorite.
You brood too much...My actions, they belong to me. I own them.
I do believe in killing the messenger. Know why? It sends a message.
I like being a living...dead person.
I'm not a hero, Elena. I don't do good. It's not in me.
You spent the last century and a half being the poster child for Prozac. Now you want me to believe this new you has nothing to do with human blood.
Nostalgia is a bitch.
Stefan likes puppy blood... little Golden Retriever blood with floppy ears. That's his favorite.
You brood too much...My actions, they belong to me. I own them.
I do believe in killing the messenger. Know why? It sends a message.
I like being a living...dead person.
I'm not a hero, Elena. I don't do good. It's not in me.
More Damon Salvatore One-Liners
Apr. 22nd, 2010 07:22 pmYou seem awfully chipper lately. Less doom and gloom. More pep in your step.
We have a problem, Stefan. And when I say problem, I mean global crisis.
Have I entered an alternate universe where Stefan is fun?
Guess what? Everyone hates me. But you can't deny: we were bad ass!
If I had a good side, not a way to get on it.
Hot trumps weird.
I really like this whole menage a team thing. It has a bit of a kink to it.
Vampires can't procreate... though we love to try.
It's not like we all hang out together at the vamp bar and grill.
We have a problem, Stefan. And when I say problem, I mean global crisis.
Have I entered an alternate universe where Stefan is fun?
Guess what? Everyone hates me. But you can't deny: we were bad ass!
If I had a good side, not a way to get on it.
Hot trumps weird.
I really like this whole menage a team thing. It has a bit of a kink to it.
Vampires can't procreate... though we love to try.
It's not like we all hang out together at the vamp bar and grill.
Damon Salvatore (Book) One-Liners
Jan. 21st, 2010 11:17 amI would have thought even you could understand such a simple sentence, father. Shall I repeat it in Latin for you?
Don't you be as stupid as my brother is. Or I might have to treat you the same way.
Do you know...that a mole on the neck means you'll be wealthy? Do you mind if I check?
I'm the most dangerous thing you're ever likely to encounter in your life.
Very touching. Do you want me to imitate a violin?
A well? It's hardly my style.
Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn about anyone else.
I told Stefan from the beginning that he was selfish not to share you. Brothers should share things, you know.
Sorry, no. And I usually do remember girls I leave wandering in their slips.
Don't you be as stupid as my brother is. Or I might have to treat you the same way.
Do you know...that a mole on the neck means you'll be wealthy? Do you mind if I check?
I'm the most dangerous thing you're ever likely to encounter in your life.
Very touching. Do you want me to imitate a violin?
A well? It's hardly my style.
Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn about anyone else.
I told Stefan from the beginning that he was selfish not to share you. Brothers should share things, you know.
Sorry, no. And I usually do remember girls I leave wandering in their slips.
Damon Salvatore One-Liners
Jan. 2nd, 2010 11:49 amI don't side with anyone. You piss me off. I want you dead.
I was ambushed. I was shot. Now, I'm vengeful.
Does it get tiring, being so righteous?
You confuse me with someone with remorse.
Your life is pathetic. Your after-life doesn't have to be.
I say snatch, eat, erase!
I'm getting really bored and impatient; and I don't do bored and impatient.
You're dead, dude. Get over it.
What's so special about this Bella girl? Edward's so whipped!
I miss Anne Rice. She was so on it.
It's cool not growing old. I like being the eternal stud.
We both know the closest you'll ever get to humanity is when you rip it open and feed on it.
I was ambushed. I was shot. Now, I'm vengeful.
Does it get tiring, being so righteous?
You confuse me with someone with remorse.
Your life is pathetic. Your after-life doesn't have to be.
I say snatch, eat, erase!
I'm getting really bored and impatient; and I don't do bored and impatient.
You're dead, dude. Get over it.
What's so special about this Bella girl? Edward's so whipped!
I miss Anne Rice. She was so on it.
It's cool not growing old. I like being the eternal stud.
We both know the closest you'll ever get to humanity is when you rip it open and feed on it.
