Tadashi, Dylan
Jan 3, 2016 21:12:44 GMT
Post by Dylan Tadashi on Jan 3, 2016 21:12:44 GMT
Dylan TADASHI
NAME Dylan Tadashi | AGE 320 Years Old |
GENDER Male | BIRTHDAY 06/05 |
SEXUALITY Bisexual | SPECIES Vampire |
RESIDENCE Town of Sanguinem | OCCUPATION Noble Vampire |
FACE CLAIM /PANDORA HEARTS/ Gilbert Nightray | PLAYED BY Ada |
PERSONALITY
POSITIVE TRAITS: 1. Caring (even though he kind of denies that) 2. Calm 3. Capable 4. Courageous 5. Generous 6. Honest 7. Rational | NEGATIVE TRAITS: 1. Cold 2. Confused 3. Disorganized 4. Gloomy 5. Narrow-Minded 6. Timid 7. Proud |
LIKES • Dogs • People who he can be comfortable with • Cooking • Reading • The literal vampire life where you don't have to work or do anything in general | DISLIKES: • His blushing at the worst moments ever • Inflicting pain on others (he will do it when needed, though) • People who treat him badly • Waking up early • Recipes not working out |
HISTORY
Dylan's past is a part of his life that he'd rather forget, to be honest. Before someone had been kind enough to save his life at his lowest by turning him into a vampire, he's only had bad things happen to him.
First of all, he had a family. A nice, big one at that: A brother and a sister, along with his parents. And, contrary to most beliefs, yes, he did get along really well with all of them. They seemed to know each other's pet peeves and avoid them, so conflict almost never arose. Yes, they were poor, but their life seemed pretty enjoyable. He even had a nice job at the town's pet shop, one that he actually liked, since he was able to see all these animals on a daily basis. Life seemed almost perfect.
...And then the apocalypse came and fucked everything up. It all started when both of his siblings died of the illness that arose. The people he got along with best, suddenly gone. No treatment could've saved them. It continued with his parents dying by the hands of bloodthirsty vampires. Dylan remembers it pretty well, actually: Two guys in weird clothing, barging into their small, now shared room, not even sparing him a glance and going for his parents' blood.
I mean, don't get me wrong, he was twenty one by the time it happened, so that was not a childhood trauma issue or anything, he just couldn't afford a place of his own with his small salary and the crisis brought by the illness. He went to check on how his parents were doing and, not even five minutes later, it happened. Seeing how he had little to no chance of surviving, Dylan decided to run away. A cowardly decision, yes, but one that saved his life.
...Until he got out of the house and saw the chaos going on at the time. Was surviving even worth it, at that point? Not really. But he somehow kept running. And running. And running. He ran, trying to get past everything, clothes getting ripped in the process, new wounds appearing, all of that, but he kept running. But vampires have super speed, right? Running did not do him any good. So one moment he was running, the other one he was clutching his side in pain. Yep, he had gotten hurt by a vampire. The black haired male had been pretty sure that was going to happen, but a slight tinge of hope...Well, that was gone now as well. So guess how surprised he was when he was met with a hand, cut just enough for blood to seep slightly. A firm "drink it" could be heard and hell, did he not even care anymore. Maybe if he listened to them, he'd actually have a chance of dying peacefully.
Little did he know that that was how he was saved. As he woke up in a completely different environment that he'd soon find out was the town of vampires, seemingly fully healed, he was more than slightly confused. Why would anyone have saved him? He's asked for a reason more than one time, but nobody seemed to really care. Besides, the question would be useless if he did not remember the face of the one whose blood he had drunk.
After then, things went pretty smoothly: He ended up the way he is now. A vampire noble with no care in the world, more than happy that the truce has happened, since, besides feeding, he does not really support violence of any kind. He still keeps his past in mind for the most part, only feeding when necessary. Dylan has also learned how to wield a gun and a sword, but it's only for safety purposes. Not like he'd get hurt too easily, either way, since his regenerative abilities are working pretty damn well. Hopefully the peace will not be disturbed again...
First of all, he had a family. A nice, big one at that: A brother and a sister, along with his parents. And, contrary to most beliefs, yes, he did get along really well with all of them. They seemed to know each other's pet peeves and avoid them, so conflict almost never arose. Yes, they were poor, but their life seemed pretty enjoyable. He even had a nice job at the town's pet shop, one that he actually liked, since he was able to see all these animals on a daily basis. Life seemed almost perfect.
...And then the apocalypse came and fucked everything up. It all started when both of his siblings died of the illness that arose. The people he got along with best, suddenly gone. No treatment could've saved them. It continued with his parents dying by the hands of bloodthirsty vampires. Dylan remembers it pretty well, actually: Two guys in weird clothing, barging into their small, now shared room, not even sparing him a glance and going for his parents' blood.
I mean, don't get me wrong, he was twenty one by the time it happened, so that was not a childhood trauma issue or anything, he just couldn't afford a place of his own with his small salary and the crisis brought by the illness. He went to check on how his parents were doing and, not even five minutes later, it happened. Seeing how he had little to no chance of surviving, Dylan decided to run away. A cowardly decision, yes, but one that saved his life.
...Until he got out of the house and saw the chaos going on at the time. Was surviving even worth it, at that point? Not really. But he somehow kept running. And running. And running. He ran, trying to get past everything, clothes getting ripped in the process, new wounds appearing, all of that, but he kept running. But vampires have super speed, right? Running did not do him any good. So one moment he was running, the other one he was clutching his side in pain. Yep, he had gotten hurt by a vampire. The black haired male had been pretty sure that was going to happen, but a slight tinge of hope...Well, that was gone now as well. So guess how surprised he was when he was met with a hand, cut just enough for blood to seep slightly. A firm "drink it" could be heard and hell, did he not even care anymore. Maybe if he listened to them, he'd actually have a chance of dying peacefully.
Little did he know that that was how he was saved. As he woke up in a completely different environment that he'd soon find out was the town of vampires, seemingly fully healed, he was more than slightly confused. Why would anyone have saved him? He's asked for a reason more than one time, but nobody seemed to really care. Besides, the question would be useless if he did not remember the face of the one whose blood he had drunk.
After then, things went pretty smoothly: He ended up the way he is now. A vampire noble with no care in the world, more than happy that the truce has happened, since, besides feeding, he does not really support violence of any kind. He still keeps his past in mind for the most part, only feeding when necessary. Dylan has also learned how to wield a gun and a sword, but it's only for safety purposes. Not like he'd get hurt too easily, either way, since his regenerative abilities are working pretty damn well. Hopefully the peace will not be disturbed again...
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