IVAN, dorian

[dorian]

teenagers scare the living shit out of me
- - - - - - AND MISTER DORIAN IVAN, YOU'RE THE WORST OF THEM ALL - - - - - -

save your breath, i've heard this line 319 times. all them vampires, they hate me.

the boys and girls in the clique

* GENDER - - - Male
* CELEBRITY - - - Sondre Lerche
* NICKNAME - - - His surname only
* HEIGHT - - - 5'7"
* WEIGHT - - - 150 lbs
* MOTHER - - - Dead.
* FATHER - - - Dead.
* BROTHER(S) - - - n/a
* SISTER(S) - - - Three younger, all dead.


they're gonna clean up your looks

* LIKES - - - piano, fast-moving cars, trains, sneakers, snakes, fire, thunderstorms at night, the soft scent of a woman, scarves, gloves, action movies, horror and gory flicks, picture books, porn (greatly amusing to him), historical inaccuracy.
* DISLIKES - - - boats, water, father figures, sports, giant televisions, rats, beaches, cats and dogs, movie stars, running.
* PET PEEVE - - - people who play with their food, dogs and cats dressed in miniature sweaters.
* BIGGEST FEAR - - - large bodies of water.
* BAD HABIT - - - plays with a lighter all the time.
* FLAWS - - - irresponsible, selfishly cruel, and with a sick sense of humor.
* POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES - - - patient, friendly, and unaffected by the goings-on around him.


could care less as long as someone'll bleed

* FACT ONE - - - Rather a long time ago now, Dorian was born along with his three sisters to a poorly put-together husband and wife. She was sweet though weathered hard after a tough life; and he was a monster of a man with no respect towards anyone, with the constant flare of anger out of nothing, lashing out at his wife and son without provocation. In those days, Dorian had a different name; he was named after his father, as though it was an honor. After his father's death, along with the rest of his human family, Dorian changed his name.
* FACT TWO - - - Dorian's mother took good care of her children when her husband was away, which was a good portion of the time. His trade was in sugar and occasionally other goods, to be shipped by lengthy journeys across the ocean. He was marginally older than his sisters, all a year apart themselves and more like triplets than sisters. He took care of them as well as any older brother could have, and he loved them very much, maybe in an attempt to show them that they could be loved when one parent apparently despised them. It was Dorian who kept them together and taught them to cope when their mother died along with their next sister in childbirth.
* FACT THREE - - - The girls were shipped to the new territories in America to stay with relatives who owned property there, while a teenage Dorian stayed alongside his father and learned to work the trade. This work brought him to islands in the Atlantic, one in particular that tested the relationship between father and son. They settled in Guadeloupe, a Caribbean island, harvesting and reselling before they sailed away again for another disgusting trip. There, Dorian separated himself from the group and found instead a certain friendship with the natives of the island, the supposed slaves who were not allowed the right to their own land. The bliss [THERE TEAM ADMIN GOES PWNING AGAIN] didn't last very long and Dorian was punished severely for his actions, taking a heavy lashing that left its mark and even to this day the scars lie across his back, faded white.
* FACT FOUR - - - A year later the tensions were lifted a bit by the reunion of the family as a whole in America, in what is now Delaware. They lived in a crowded house of two families, which left the oldest of the boys to wander around the docks a mile from the house by himself when he felt at a loss for his own private space. He had little to do, he discovered, since he did not have to work as much and this new place was filled with more repulsive sailors and cheap women than with anyone else. Home was nowhere and the walking helped; it got him away from the unending grunting and yelling of his father and his aunt and uncle's loud children. Unfortunately, he could not have predicted the events that his hobby would ultimately lead him to: right into the eyes of a curious vampire. That creature was a chilling thing to behold, like a villain out of a story to scare children. That vampire killed Dorian but wouldn't allow him to die, giving him a new life that the young man didn't want.
* FACT FIVE - - - A few days of pain went by. He doesn't recall them very well when he tries, due either to his faulty memory or his body's reaction to erase the idea of pain that excruciating from ever having happened. Perhaps it was both, but he does remember the event that took place after he regained his mind, getting used to the way that he saw the world anew. Foolishly, so foolishly, Dorian returned to the house and came face to face with his father, drunk and raving about his son going off without any word. Dorian acted without thinking and killed him there in the middle of the night in the cold kitchen, letting his body drop to the floor. The noise woke the rest of the house and, in a hungry rage, Dorian killed them all. He killed his aunt and uncle and their children, and he moved on to his own sisters as though they were nothing more than dessert. It is the single worst memory that he owns.
* FACT SIX - - - Ironically, the rest of Dorian's three-hundred-year existence has not lived up to the excitement of his first twenty or so. He moved around a lot at the beginning, first around America in the territories that he could as they sprang up around sea ports and shipping yards, towns and cities moving further and further onto the mainland. He still felt himself a foreigner all the while, and two decades passed before he decided to leave and go back to Europe, wondering all the time if it would still feel like home. His maker drifted away of his own accord, much to his relief. No matter how old he got, Dorian was always wary of the man as though he was still on that pier having the life sucked out of him.
* FACT SEVEN - - - The arrival of the new 'world order' had little effect on his life. He thought it laughable, that the human population should be divided as such, but he did not complain aloud and went on living as he felt. He was old by then, old enough to care when he felt like it but most of the time he couldn't be bothered to. Life was worth living, for the time being. Eventually, he figured that he would grow even more weary of the idea of living and hope for some kind of conflict to peak his interest again.


another cog in the murder machine

* YOUR ALIAS - - - mustache
* YOUR AGE - - - 18
* CHARACTERS ON SITE - - - just him.
* HOW YOU FOUND US - - - ad somewheres?
* FAVORITE PART OF THE SITE - - - i am strangely fascinated by the grandfather clock over thur. o.O and also the lack of sparkles. yay.


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