Post by damian vito rivera on Jan 27, 2009 13:14:45 GMT -5
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Damian Vito Rivera
mask of deception;
[/font][/size]full name; Damian Vito Rivera
nickname(s); Dammy, DV, Riv
age; 17
birthday; 10/31
grade; Junior
species; Demon
Telekinesis - makes things move with his thoughts.
He turns blue with a demon tail, little horns, little bat wings and sharp nails.
gender; Male
sexual orientation bi
canon or original; Canon
uncovering the truth;
[/font]personality;
Damian is a Demon, and were not saying that cause he really is a demon, but he’s just a mean person in general… well mean to the people who aren’t his friends or people he’s infatuated with at the time. Damian hates people and he enjoys killing, hurting and messing with people who are annoying more then anything. Damian could be a real prick and even to his friends sometimes, yes he feels bad most of the time for the things he do to them, but he can’t help it. It just happens. He loves to hear his victims scream begging him to let him go, but does it faze him? Not at all, he doesn’t take pity on those who deserve to die. Those who have fucked up their lives so much that they were chosen in the first place. He just gives them a crooked smile and smokes his cigarette. Lurking in the dark watching them scream in pure pain.
His evil sadistic attitude is one thing about him most people in the school know about him. They don’t know much about him other then that, he can be very rude to them, snapping at them calling them names, or he have a smile on his face as he tells you how worthless you are to this world and that you should just be killed off by now. Damian draws a lot in his sketch book, most sketches are dark and gothic, with a lot of creepy things, death, blood and destruction. Damian has to say he loves his art! Even though when class mates look over from their desk to his and the expression they give when they see a little black and white chibi of him holding a severed head with bright red paint, pen, or even markers making it look bloody, he just enjoys looking up to them giving them a look that tell them that their gonna be the next one he draws and the pale even more.
But he does have a softer side to him, that doesn’t have to do with how crazy he is and how much he loves to cause pain, cause the fact is, Damian himself hates getting pain, he has a warm beating heart somewhere in the cold body of his. He’s different with his friends, he’s more open and talks more. He feels well… normal with them. And he likes that. Cause to Damian his friends are his family and only family. He has a kind heart but only to those who deserve it and that’s not many in his life. Most people are liars and cheaters and he hates them, he hates them all. But he would like to find someone to open up to completely, someone to laugh with to melt his heart.
[li] Smoking
[/li][li] Hurting people
[/li][li] Sex
[/li][li] Drawing
[/li][li] Playing the “game”
[/li][li] Being with his friends
[/li][li] Thinking up news strategies
[/li][li] His hair being played with
[/li][li] Potatoes
[/li][li] Pasta!
dislikes;
[/li][li] Humans
[/li][li] Annoying people
[/li][li] People who don’t know when to shut up
[/li][li] Beggars
[/li][li] Cheaters
[/li][li] Liars
[/li][li] Spiders
[/li][li] People Telling him no
[/li][li] Veggies
[/li][li] Headaches
fears;
[/li][li] Being alone
[/li][li] Losing everyone he loves
[/li][li] His group being stopped
habits;
[/li][li] He bites his nails
[/li][li] Clicks clicky pens
[/li][li] Gets very cold
flaws;
[/li][li] Easily pissed
[/li][li] His mood changes very quickly
[/li][li] He has no pity for those he hurts
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time machine;
[/size][/font]parents;
Dominic Rivera - Age: 675 Species: Demon
Jude Rivera - Age: 200 Species: Demon
siblings;
Only child
kids;
none
pets;
no pets
hometown;
Italy he’s not exactly sure where.
personal history;
Damian, a demon now in this world was born on October 31st. As he came into this world he started with a bang… well more like a bite, the doctor that gave birth to him he bite in the hand, not just a little bite, but a bite that would cause pain and the doctor to scream out in pain and beg his mother to take him. When he was in his mothers hands he calmly started to drift off to sleep. He was a little blue baby with a demon tail and tiny blue horns, you could say he looks like night crawler from x-men, but this little guy will never be as kind as he was in the movies.
Growing up he caused nothing but trouble all through his life up to the age for thirteen he lived it Italy tormenting the poor kids, picking on them, he was also lonely cause the people he did pick on he wanted as friends, but they didn’t understand him. They didn’t get him how his mind works. Hell sometimes he’s not even sure about how his own mind works, but he would just keep doing what he would do teasing people causing them misery till his parents said enough was enough and looked up a school for him to go to.
At first Damian refused to move away from his home, but they told him that there were kids just like him at this school. He liked the idea of others like him. At this point in his life he was already a trouble messed up kids. He got his lips and nose pierced as well as his ears gaged, and he was already reading stories about killers, and his drawings were already disturbing. But his parents loved their little demon child any way.
Damian was excited. He ran up to his room and started to pack everything his hands could get into. Packing his books, all the drawings off of his walls, clothes, he quickly pulled all of the sheets and blankets off of his bed and packed them, he packed everything except the very heavy things like his desk, dresser, bed, and so on.
Sitting on the plane with his parents he looked out of the window as his old life was going away and his new life was coming in to view hours later, he felt a wicked grin cross his face as he thought about how he would love to enjoy the new kids at this school, the ones at his old school were boring and got used to his torture, but here was different. No one knew who he was, they knew nothing about him and he liked it that way.
Going into his freshman year of a new school things felt different. It seemed off like people were on their tippy toes the whole time they walked around the school, something was going to happen at this school and he was going to like this something. He walked in the halls looking for someone to talk too till he ran into someone, Damian quickly glared at the guy and started to yell and get mad, the older boy gave him a look and just grinned at him and pulled him in to an empty class room with a bunch of other students. He had no idea what was going on.
Well that was till they put him through tests and told him about a little gang they had here in the school. A gang? And when he heard that they called themselves the Execution Squad
Damian liked the sound of this. Damian was sworn not to tell anyone what they did and they took him on one of their little “games” oh and did he like it! It was one of the greatest things to him other then the comic JTHM coming out. Damian told them that he was in and was so excited. Yet he didn’t know these people nor did he care to know them. He wanted to play this game through school it was fun and he liked having fun.
Through the three years of being in the school and playing all of the games they play Damain got a family here, with the Wolfe brothers and everyone else they knew what he was really like and how he could be, yes he was still him, but he was kind around them loving, caring. And he liked the fact that he had people now to be with him. But they would soon be gone. Going off to other schools to get jobs, and he would be stuck here for another year, still killing, playing and having fun.
mirror, mirrror;
[/size][/font]hair;
Damian’s hair is many different styles. Long short. Different colors. At the moment he has a Mohawk type of style the sides of his hair dyed blood red and the middle black.
eyes;
Damian’s eyes are normally a hazel with green but when he’s in his demon form his eyes turn to a lime neon green.
weight;
145
height;
5’1
tattoos;
a scorpion on his neck
piercings;
Nose, lip and ears
anything else;
nope
play by/face claim;
Frank Iero
underneath the mask;
[/size][/font]your name; Damian
age; 18
other characters; nope
where did you find us? from the other site
secret word; -admin edit-
rp sample;
Demon loves to be the top one… but then again he’s never been on top before this! But he was sure as hell glade that his first time is with angel! He knows how to take care of others and knows how to teach them as well. God… this is f**king amazing to him! He should do this with him more often. Demon smiled when he felt Angel trying to release his wrists from his grip. It was funny in fact seeing him trying to get to his wrists free from his grasps. Demon had him pinned to the wall, making sure he wasn’t able to move or get away. He was going to show Angel that he wants him no matter what, he has to admit he does love girls but he loves his brother far more then them.
Demon licked up all of the blood that was running from the bite wound Demon just gave him. He smiled as the warm crimson liquid slid down his throat, god how it tasted good to him. He couldn’t imagine doing this to anyone else but his twin. God all of those nights when he would crawl into his bed and snuggle with the older boy having dreams about him, getting confused all the time about it. And getting strange feelings for Angel that he couldn’t explain until now. Now he knows what it is and that would be love, Demon’s in love with his brother and can’t see himself with anyone else but him.
He thrusted into Angel slamming him up against the wall again and pulled out, and this time went harder and faster to go balls deep into him hitting his prostate. Demon wanted to give his brother pleasure to show that he wants him and now has him. Demon wants to make this really good for him so Angel would want to come back for more. And Demon was sure enough going to make sure that he would be wanting to come back for more, and more.
“what’s wrong Angel?” Demon said in a teasing way knowing why Angel was fidgeting, it’s because of his hardened member that was currently not getting any attention what so ever. He knew it must be really uncomfortable for Angel and did feel bad. “you seem to be in some kind of pain… are you ok?” Demon said in his ear and licked it as well. Demon thrusted into him again, Demon let go of Angel’s right wrist and ran his hand down Angels chest all the way to his thingy. And took hold of it. “oh… so this is why your whining is it?” Demon said as he slowly started to stroke him teasingly. But not slow enough so he wouldn’t get some pleasure from it, he wasn’t mean after all.
Demon was some what shocked to hear that Angel, his brother the old hearted bastard who never told anyone how he felt about them nor said the L word to anyone not even his own parents, said that He loves him! Him! Of all people, poor little Demon who usually needs to be saved from all the bad people. Demon would of thought that Angel would want to be with someone who could stand up for themselves, not him and his Pansyness. Demon smiled and opened his pale lips “I love you too Angel” Demon said to him feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. [/size][/blockquote]
