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29
SEXUALITY
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Post by Damian Bellamy on May 22, 2019 6:21:12 GMT
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Damian stood in the middle of a blood stained ring wearing no top and a pair of black torn jeans, his opponent lay piecefully unconscious and the crowd roared with excitement at the sight of a skillfull knockout. Despite his victory, Damian seemed like he wasn't happy. The one thought that replayed itself over and over again in his mind was "why do i keep coming back here?.....am i that similar to my father?" His thoughts managed to drown out the loud chanting of the crowd as he walked off and headed for the changing rooms. Once there, Damian used a cold cloth to clean himself, he ran the cloth along his bare chest,removing some of the blood and slightly tending to the bruises. Damian's lip had been cut during the fight by a brutal uppercut that he hadn't even seen coming. The small cut was barely noticeable but it did cause blood to drip once in a while in a subtle manner.He also noticed that the skin on his knuckles had started to tear due to the savage bare fist barrages he had been throwing at his opponent. So Damian tied his bleeding fists up in bandages and put on a hoodie before heading out. Now...
Damian nonchalantly strode through the streets of New York at 2 am in the morning. The night air had a stinging chill to it that managed to slighlty numb his wounds. Damian was in no rush, that was made evident by the way he walked as if he owned the streets. He knew no one would touch him and he pittied anyone who was dumb enough try. Sadly during his proud stride ,Damian felt a sudden shooting pain in the left side of his ribs which caused him to cough out a bit of blood. With an irritated sigh he knew he had to sit down somewhere and take a break. He stopped by a small 24 hour coffee shop that he usually frequented after his fights or when he was drunk. The moment he walked in, the man behind the counter flashed Damian a huge smile before speaking rather loudly and distracting the 4 or 5 other people in the coffee shop who were working on their laptops at this hour. "not you again!.... I'm guessing you're here for the regular?" Damian walked calmly toward the counter while taking shallow breaths. He had to take shallow breaths to avoid expanding his rib cage and worsening the pain in his ribs already. Once he was close enough to the counter Damian responded. "nah i just walked in here at 2 in the morning to see your ugly mug." he spoke before letting out a subtle chuckle. Despite the pain he was in, Damian's tone was slightly deep, calm and smoothe. His very subtle latin accent made itself known in the way he pronounced certain words. Damian pulled back his hoodie revealing his dark blonde hair before putting a hundred dollar bill on the counter. The bandages tied around his hands did little to hide the fact that his knuckles were bleeding. The man behind the counter handed Damian his black coffee and a brown paper bag with two doughnuts in it before he paused to look at Damian's hands. "you're still doing that huh? Did you get your ass kicked this time?" the man behind the counter spoke before bursting out in laughter. In response Damian rolled his blue eyes slightly before smirking. "Not today. I'm still waiting for you to hop in the ring with me one of these days." the man behind the counter playfully raised his fists in a fighting stance before responding to Damian. "ill take ya on right here and now kid". Damian watched the man put up his dukes then burst out in laughter. "You don't play around huh? And if i win i get free coffee for life right?" The man behind the counter chuckled and replied with a swift "Don't push your luck just Take your order."Damian continued to smirk as he took his coffee and doughnuts then headed over to an empty table to take a seat. He took a sip of his coffee then paused for a moment when he tasted a bit of his own blood in the coffee.Then he remembered the small cut on his lip. He slowly licked his lips to remove some of the blood from the cut then continued with his coffee and doughnuts. |
credit to nat of adoxography. |
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450
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Vampire Physiology||Blood Consumption
SEXUALITY
Hetero
OCCUPATION
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Alpha mutant
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Post by Nocturne on May 23, 2019 1:49:15 GMT
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They say time heals all wounds and things get easier with every day lived. Maybe that's true for some lucky folks out there but for others time serves as a reminder. When you live prolonged amounts of time things never seem to actually dull. Pain is still the same lingering emotion that you felt with you on the day you got hurt. The passing centuries just gave you more time to become cold and closed off from the rest of humanity. In nocturnes case her first painful moment was when her family and townsfolk tried to drown her as a witch.
Though her mutation had just kicked in so she was able to free herself and the town paid for its cruelty. Over the centuries mankind had not changed much and it was the same power struggle over and over. All for wealth and greed which kept a vicious cycle of death and pain in the world. From the sidelines looking in Nocturne didn't really meddle in the affairs of humans or even other mutants. She was a monster for so many years that she had just settled as everything being her prey. Though that had gotten her in trouble over a century ago.
The one male she had chosen to let her guard down around betrayed her. When he found out what she was and her weakness he had staked her. Luckily it was only enough to suspend her into a deep slumber for the century to come. Laid to rest she was shuffled around to different haunted houses and over time believed to just be made of wax. Today her Glass coffin display was being cleaned by some overly pale Gothic dressed teenage male. He opened the glass wanting to get a closer look of the realistic looking 'wax' figure. Really his fingers had moved to undo the corset strings of the dress she wore.
He was leaning in peeking at her nicely perfected chest area when he started to fall and grabbed the white oak stake implanted in her. It didn't save him and a loud thud was heard as he hit the ground and started cussing. As he looked up the wound started to heal she within a few minutes time a gasp was heard. Eyes opened and the once silver eyes were stained red as she felt the red hot burn of her need to feed. She stepped over the boy on the ground only sparing him from waking her and out the door she went. Like a blur in the night she snatched some pour soul in the alley and had her first drink in over 100 years.
Licking her lips and running her tongue over her fangs she sniffed the air. The wound on her chest now healed she stood in her tattered satin gown. Looking like some noble from a renaissance faire she tied the strings back tight on the dress, Sniffing the air she could smell a new scent of blood. It was fairly fresh and it had the sweetest scent. Moving down the road she took in the new look of the city overwhelmed by the presence of cars and the amount of people walking the streets. All these walking meals look so health and none smelled of plague or death.
following the scent she entered the little diner and the occupants stopped to stare. They whispered about her choice in clothing and the blood speckled on her dress. She didn't speak she her silver eyes found her target. It was a rather nice looking male and she could sense the difference in his blood now. He had a higher metal smell than the other blood bags and she moved over to his table. Sliding into the seat of the booth across from him she gave him sweet smile. "Are ye alone?" She spoke in a accent that was a bit muddled between her origins in Scandinavia and her European ventures. Just by the phrase alone he would like see her as strange along with her choice of clothing and the circular hole ripped in her dress where the stake had been.
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Beta Mutant
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May 24, 2019 17:18:23 GMT
Post by Damian Bellamy on May 24, 2019 17:18:23 GMT
| D amian was halfway through his doughnut when an oddly dressed blonde woman walked in. He had to admit she was rather cute with her flawless skin, lean build and silver eyes. As for her choice of clothing, Damian just assumed that she had either come from a college costume party or she might be one of those cosplay nerds. Then his eye slowly drifted to the hole in the chest area of her dress and the blood splatters, from this distance the blood on her costume almost looked real, obviously she was very dedicated to whatever character she was playing. Once he had finished glancing at her, he shrugged off the thought of the mysterious woman and went back to his food in peace . Suddenly the woman he had just been looking at a minute ago ,took a seat at his table right across from him. This didn't really bother Damian , so he continued eating as if nothing had happened until she smiled in his direction and spoke. "Are ye alone?" Damian arched an eyebrow in interest for a second or two before responding. " isn't that the kind of question you ask before you take a seat?" Damian spoke with his usual calm and nonchalant tone before smiling back at her. Her accent was unexpected to say the least but it did answer the question Damian had in his head about her outfit. She was definitely one of those cosplay weirdos, and a cute one at that. Damian slightly tightened the bandages wrapped around his hands as he felt blood beginning to seep through them. Once his bandages had been adjusted he reached for his coffee cup, took a sip then continued speaking. "so what character are you playing? And is she the victim or the villain in this story?" Damian spoke while motioning to the blood splatters on her dress. He knew he was in no position to judge her since he had his own fucked up secrets, and his own blood stains to worry about. He simply asked about her blood splattered dress out of curiosity. By the time he had finished asking the question he took the last bite of his doughnut and crumpled up the paper it was in. "by the way,feel free to order something to eat if you'd like... its on me". Damian offered because he never felt comfortable if he was the only person eating at a table. |
credit to nat of adoxography. |
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AGE
450
POWER
Vampire Physiology||Blood Consumption
SEXUALITY
Hetero
OCCUPATION
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Alpha mutant
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May 26, 2019 16:02:17 GMT
Post by Nocturne on May 26, 2019 16:02:17 GMT
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Humans and mutants all saw the world differently than someone like her just due to her heightened senses. Her sliver eyes flicked around the shop as her powers started to wake up again. Flecks of dust floated in the air catch the dim light and they dance down in a glowing rain. as the move to the paintings on the wall her focus zoomed in to see every indent of every brush stroke. All the color against the grain of the fabric canvas in a beautiful stroke of art. As her silver hued eyes moved around they settled on the humans here.
She could smell each of them and the way there bodies let of different pheromones. There was one man nervously fidgeting in his pocket and her nose too in the scent of gunpowder. Just the scent he let off was that of someone who was desperate enough to try something stupid. The fact was that it wasn't really her concern other than the man she came in here for was still eating. Turning back to him she listened to the sound of the ans fingers scrape over the guns metal stock. She had experience with guns and none of them were pleasant in the after math.
The man before her asked what character she was playing and her head tilted a bit. There was an obvious confused look on her face but she just smirked a bit. "The villain is more fun..no?" She asked as she leaned forward a bit and smelled the food and drink he had been consuming. One of them was dirty plant water she had never cared for over the decades and the other smelled sugary sweet. Her head turned to the window beside them and she could see messy state she was looking.
Outside she would see other walking and none of the women wore dresses. Well at least not ones of her caliber and she figured that was his confusion about her clothing. She could smell the way the sugary treats he ate started to work its way into his blood stream and the sound of all the beating hearts started to come back to her. "I wouldn't mind a bite but not off the menu." Nocturne would say as she glanced back at him and winked before the an with the gun started yelling. "Damn I was hoping to be gone before this happened."
He was waving the gun around at everyone in the diner and people were frozen in fear. She always hated the smell of that particular scent and preferred to avoid it. As the heavier set man demanded cash Nocturne was up n the literal blink of an eye. A blur of movement she was out of her chair and standing behind the man. Before his could react she reach up and gripped his hair and pulled his head and neck back to her level. With a hiss her fangs dug into his neck and he scream out dropping the gun. Within a few moments he dropped to the ground barely breathing.
Silver eyes flicked around to the others in the cafe and stopped to rest on Damian. There was blood on her lips and it dribbled down her chin as she licked her lips. Her pink fleshy tongue over her fangs as she shrugged and rolled her shoulders. There was a bit of fear in her eyes as she slowly backed towards the door. This was the point that people normally turned on her and she wanted to leave before they had the chance. Her eyes still had a tinge of red in them that she got when she fed but they stayed on Damian til she back out the door.
Rounding the corner she moved into the dimly lit alley and wiped the rest of the blood from her lips. Leaning her back against the rough brick wall she was waiting to see her target leave the diner. Though some men up to no good hand other ideas as the three of them approached. 'Yo baby whats up?' One spoke as they moved in closer cornering her against the wall. Truth be spoke she was not in the mood to deal with the roughians. "Screw off ye pigs." Her annoyed tone spoke and they just started to laugh and get closer. The first one to grab her she flung across the alley with impressive force.
The neck one she sung at and knocked down but the third guy seemed to be the brains of the operation and hit her with a rusty pipe that was laying on the ground of the alley. Her body started to fall but was caught by one of the men as they drug her further into the alley.
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Beta Mutant
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Post by Damian Bellamy on May 29, 2019 6:58:37 GMT
| W hen Damian heard her comment about taking a bite off the menu accompanied by a subtle wink, he got a general idea of the game at play. Just as he was about to make a move and suggest that they leave the little coffee shop, a man with a gun stood up from his seat then began shouting and waving his gun around. Damian was no stranger to guns, so he was entirely unphased by the display. If anything he was a bit annoyed by the ametuer robbery attempt, "you couldn't have picked a worse day to try a robbery". Damian thought to himself as he nonchalantly looked at the man waving a pistol around. It was clearly evident that this armed man wasn't used to what he was doing, the way he handled his weapon and the slight crack in his voice each time he tried to sound authoritative just made the whole robbery that much more pathetic. Although the man tried to put on a brave face, Damian saw right through his facade and decided to quickly end this man's life. Just as Damian was about to end this man and continue with the woman infront of him, the woman suddenly moved in one quick and decisive blur and appaered behind the armed man. Clearly she was a mutant too, one with enhanced speed apparently. Damian calmly decided to let her handle this so he could watch her mutation at work and understand the kind of person he was dealing with. she forcefully held the man's head and tilted it backward. Damian assumed she was attempting to break the man's neck, when suddenly fangs emerged from her mouth and she bit into the man's neck. The blonde woman began to feed on the armed man's blood like something right out of a Dracula film. The sight of blood, followed by the man's limp body falling to the floor once she was finished with her meal caused everyone in the store to panic, while Damian calmly kept his eye on this woman. He watched her slowly lick the blood from her luscious lips and he found it hard to surpress the fantasies about what he'd like to do with that mouth of hers. Her naturally pink lips had a more red hue to them now, even though she had licked most of the blood off of them. He couldn't help but picture how it would taste to kiss the remaining blood off her lips. Then suddenly she began to back away toward the door. He kept his eyes on her's until she was fully out of the shop. "well done...out of all the girls in New York, you decide to have a thing for mrs Dracula." He spoke to himself sarcastically while rushing out of the coffee shop to try and find her. Once he was outside of the shop he looked around and there was no sign of her, then he heard the sound of a metal pipe hitting something in a nearby ally. Without hesitation he quickly moved toward the ally and made it in time to watch three thugs drag her incapacitated body further into the ally. Damian used his mutation to cause a nearby stop sign to float out of its intended position and impaled the first thug right through the chest with it. The remaining two thugs let go of her body and immediately pulled out guns. "stay back freak" one of the thugs spoke in a shaky voice while pointing a gun at him. Before the thugs could shoot, both of their guns turned into liquid metal which Damian now controlled. The liquid metal quickly slipped out of their hands and floated up to their faces. Damian stood there nonchalantly with his hands in his pockets ,while using his mutation to force the liquid metal into the ears and nostrils of both thugs. Once the liquid metal was in their bodies, Damian made sure that it made its way to both thugs throats. Once there he reverted the liquid metal back into solid guns. Before they knew it , both thugs now had fully formed guns lodged in their throats. This immediately tore up all vital arteries in their throats, destroyed their trechea which caused air to stop flowing through their bodies and displaced several vertebrae in their necks. Damian watched both thugs roll around on the floor choking and gasping as they endured extremely unpleasant deaths. When both thugs fell silent Damian moved toward the woman. He croached down next to her and began gently shaking her in an attempt to wake her up. He knew taking her to a hospital wasn't an option since he doubted that doctors covered a module on vampire biology 101, so if she didn't wake up he'd have to make a plan to take her to his house and try to help her out. |
credit to nat of adoxography. |
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