Dendyne
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He is called.. Edgar Poe..
He is.. 79 years old.. but retains the look of a 24 year old..
Personality:
Edgar is a typically brooding, morose and suspicious of those around him, his pervasive paranoia makes him distrustful of even to, close friends, lovers and family. As a result, he is constantly on the lookout for clues or suggestions that would validate his fears. It is thought that this was stemmed from his Father's brutal attack on the boy's mother when he was two, the mother was essentially disassembled with an ax while Edgar could only watch.
Edgar is somewhat of a pathological liar, even when there is no apparent reason, and has both an inflated sense of self-worth, as well as, lack of any remorse or guilt that cause him to believe he is far more intelligent than his peers. Though he, himself is quite irresponsible and impulsive at times, and very rarely accepts the responsibilty of his actions. Even as a child, Edgar was a known juvenile delinquent that had been diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder and, in many ways, never really grew up or dealt with his mental health issues. He did, however, develop a strong dependance on alcohol, with a particular tase for brandy and absinthe. He greatly favored a swamp water mix of the two and could be found raving at hallucinations from time to time. Little changed after he was turned, including a deep seeded phobia of blood which has never stopped being an obstacle to his vampiric ways.
History:
Edgar knows very little about his birth parents as his Father murdered his mother with an ax when he was too young to remember, after a couple years in the foster system he was adopted by James and Frances Allen who he liked well enough and treated him kindly, though he was an odd boy. Anti-social and more apt to read inside than go out to play he became fixated on all things literary and even became a rather well respected poet/short story author before his untimely death. After Edgar went abroad for college he became estranged from his adoptive father( his adoptive mother had contracted T.B. and passed away not a year before ) because he would use any money sent to subsidize his schooling to gamble or drink, that latter quickly becoming an addiction. Later, he would fall in love with, and marry his second cousin, Victoria, which only drove the wedge between him and James deeper but ultimately pushed Edgar to sobriety. Unfortunately, Victoria would also contract T.B. a few short years into the union and after a short bout, passed away in the night. Edgar began to drink again at this time, and quite heavily up until his mysterious death while in transit. He has very little recollection of what had happened, if it was in the night or across several days even, but he could recall being on the road near a place called Gaum in a fragmented, hazy sort of way, the next thing he remembered, he was stumbling through darkened woods towards a light for what seemed like forever until the treeline broke. Then it felt frgmented again until he found himself inside a tavern that was doubling as a polling station for the election, he was too hot and too cold, sweaty and clammy while he stumbled about the room. Someone was yelling at him but the words sounded muddy and distorted when he thinks about it, he collapsed and died on the spot shortly thereafter.
Hunting Habits:
Edgar does not discriminate by age of gender, drunkards of any kind are an intoxicating treat and druggies tasted like shit but tended to get him high. Which he enjoys. Moreover, his preferred prey is one drenched in fear, when they broke down in disheveled heaps of tears, snot and piss. Not for the taste, but the satisfaction of complete control and power over his victim, he can become enraged if he feels like he's losing control of the hunt and begin acting erratically.
Due to his aversion to blood itself, Edgar tends to keep his human morsels alive and captive for as long as possible so that he can draw out their life force when his hunger arises, it was cleaner than constantly hunting for food.
Place of Death:
Edgar has very little recollection of what had caused his death, when he tries to think about he recalls that he was on the road, nearby Gaum, he remembers the way the road had winded and the wind whined through the trees but it suddenly becomes hazy and fragmented somewhere along the way. He sees flashes of yelowed parchment paper laying in a darkened puddle, words scribbled across it's face in a sloppy, unintelligible font, tree limbs twisted and broken, a trio of children no more than eight, one a girl with pigtails, the other two almost certainly identical twin brothers with matching green, rain smocks. They were all crying, sobbing horribly. The images swept across his mind's eyes it was difficult to tell if they occured simultaneously or at different times and places. Then Edgar remembers that he was running through the darkened woods, chasing a light, the only light in that pressing darkness, rattling off of trees and having to pick himself up off of the muddy boreal floor, then haze and shattered half-images began playing again. Carrion crows cawing aggresively, seemingly from all around, a horse rabid with panic rearing up and spraying a fine mist of foam from it's mouth, and leeches. Thinking about the leeches always made him shutter, he could feel their knawing bite and the way they pulled your skin until they popped off like a suction cup. The last thing he recalls is stumbling into a bar that had been set-up as a temporary polling station, his clothes felt baggy as if he had been double his size only moments ago, and he could hear someone yelling as Edgar stumbled about the room but the words were muddy to his ears and came too fast to make any proper understanding of. He could remember feeling hot and cold, sweaty and.. terribly frightened. He bore the look of a man who had thought he knew what 'horror' was only to find that he had been horribly mistaken, eyes the size of saucers and skin paler than the half-moon that hung in the sky that night. Then he collapses and dies.
Urge Control:
Edgar's phobia of blood is his greatest form of urge control, other than that it mine as well be open season on any unfortunate humans.
Unique Abiltity:
Living Ink; This ability comes from Edgar's blood, anything he writes in his own blood becomes a reality. Although in dark, inky forms and with a limited timeframe before dissolving, they are very few horrors that he would lack the ability to conjure up.
He is.. 79 years old.. but retains the look of a 24 year old..
Personality:
Edgar is a typically brooding, morose and suspicious of those around him, his pervasive paranoia makes him distrustful of even to, close friends, lovers and family. As a result, he is constantly on the lookout for clues or suggestions that would validate his fears. It is thought that this was stemmed from his Father's brutal attack on the boy's mother when he was two, the mother was essentially disassembled with an ax while Edgar could only watch.
Edgar is somewhat of a pathological liar, even when there is no apparent reason, and has both an inflated sense of self-worth, as well as, lack of any remorse or guilt that cause him to believe he is far more intelligent than his peers. Though he, himself is quite irresponsible and impulsive at times, and very rarely accepts the responsibilty of his actions. Even as a child, Edgar was a known juvenile delinquent that had been diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder and, in many ways, never really grew up or dealt with his mental health issues. He did, however, develop a strong dependance on alcohol, with a particular tase for brandy and absinthe. He greatly favored a swamp water mix of the two and could be found raving at hallucinations from time to time. Little changed after he was turned, including a deep seeded phobia of blood which has never stopped being an obstacle to his vampiric ways.
History:
Edgar knows very little about his birth parents as his Father murdered his mother with an ax when he was too young to remember, after a couple years in the foster system he was adopted by James and Frances Allen who he liked well enough and treated him kindly, though he was an odd boy. Anti-social and more apt to read inside than go out to play he became fixated on all things literary and even became a rather well respected poet/short story author before his untimely death. After Edgar went abroad for college he became estranged from his adoptive father( his adoptive mother had contracted T.B. and passed away not a year before ) because he would use any money sent to subsidize his schooling to gamble or drink, that latter quickly becoming an addiction. Later, he would fall in love with, and marry his second cousin, Victoria, which only drove the wedge between him and James deeper but ultimately pushed Edgar to sobriety. Unfortunately, Victoria would also contract T.B. a few short years into the union and after a short bout, passed away in the night. Edgar began to drink again at this time, and quite heavily up until his mysterious death while in transit. He has very little recollection of what had happened, if it was in the night or across several days even, but he could recall being on the road near a place called Gaum in a fragmented, hazy sort of way, the next thing he remembered, he was stumbling through darkened woods towards a light for what seemed like forever until the treeline broke. Then it felt frgmented again until he found himself inside a tavern that was doubling as a polling station for the election, he was too hot and too cold, sweaty and clammy while he stumbled about the room. Someone was yelling at him but the words sounded muddy and distorted when he thinks about it, he collapsed and died on the spot shortly thereafter.
Hunting Habits:
Edgar does not discriminate by age of gender, drunkards of any kind are an intoxicating treat and druggies tasted like shit but tended to get him high. Which he enjoys. Moreover, his preferred prey is one drenched in fear, when they broke down in disheveled heaps of tears, snot and piss. Not for the taste, but the satisfaction of complete control and power over his victim, he can become enraged if he feels like he's losing control of the hunt and begin acting erratically.
Due to his aversion to blood itself, Edgar tends to keep his human morsels alive and captive for as long as possible so that he can draw out their life force when his hunger arises, it was cleaner than constantly hunting for food.
Place of Death:
Edgar has very little recollection of what had caused his death, when he tries to think about he recalls that he was on the road, nearby Gaum, he remembers the way the road had winded and the wind whined through the trees but it suddenly becomes hazy and fragmented somewhere along the way. He sees flashes of yelowed parchment paper laying in a darkened puddle, words scribbled across it's face in a sloppy, unintelligible font, tree limbs twisted and broken, a trio of children no more than eight, one a girl with pigtails, the other two almost certainly identical twin brothers with matching green, rain smocks. They were all crying, sobbing horribly. The images swept across his mind's eyes it was difficult to tell if they occured simultaneously or at different times and places. Then Edgar remembers that he was running through the darkened woods, chasing a light, the only light in that pressing darkness, rattling off of trees and having to pick himself up off of the muddy boreal floor, then haze and shattered half-images began playing again. Carrion crows cawing aggresively, seemingly from all around, a horse rabid with panic rearing up and spraying a fine mist of foam from it's mouth, and leeches. Thinking about the leeches always made him shutter, he could feel their knawing bite and the way they pulled your skin until they popped off like a suction cup. The last thing he recalls is stumbling into a bar that had been set-up as a temporary polling station, his clothes felt baggy as if he had been double his size only moments ago, and he could hear someone yelling as Edgar stumbled about the room but the words were muddy to his ears and came too fast to make any proper understanding of. He could remember feeling hot and cold, sweaty and.. terribly frightened. He bore the look of a man who had thought he knew what 'horror' was only to find that he had been horribly mistaken, eyes the size of saucers and skin paler than the half-moon that hung in the sky that night. Then he collapses and dies.
Urge Control:
Edgar's phobia of blood is his greatest form of urge control, other than that it mine as well be open season on any unfortunate humans.
Unique Abiltity:
Living Ink; This ability comes from Edgar's blood, anything he writes in his own blood becomes a reality. Although in dark, inky forms and with a limited timeframe before dissolving, they are very few horrors that he would lack the ability to conjure up.
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