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Even from a distance one can see how pale he is, his skin a powdery alabaster.  He is rather slender, appearing to possess little to no muscle definition, however that was not the case. Being what he is, strength is not always visible. Visually he appears quite youthful, just at the beginning of adulthood.

~History~

Damien was never a very healthy child. He was perpetually sick. His parents had tried everything, hired the most expensive doctors but none of them could figure out what was wrong. He was terribly anemic and lethargic. It was then when all else seemed useless that his parents turned to the darker arts. Many a ritual was done with the aid of sorcerers the minds of the arcane from the local college, but this only emptied their vaults of wealth, with Damien only getting worse. It wasn't until Damien was on his deathbed, his family having cried all they could and left him to his fate that he was visited in the night through his balcony window by a stranger. His vision was blurry, his limbs weak, he could not fight the man off, but he didn't need to. He offered Damien a chance to continue existing. The stranger was truthful in his intentions, that Damien would not be alive as his parents were, but he would not be dead either. The last sound he made was a whimper as the man sunk his teeth into the tender flesh of his neck.

His parents thought he had died in the night and had him buried. Damien awakened, much changed days later confined in the lacquered box, confused, afraid and with a pain in his gut, a hunger as like he had never felt before. Frustrated he pushed angrily at the lid of his prison only for it to crunch right through the wood, and dirt to fall upon him. With startling realization he understood. The stranger visiting him in the night was no dream, he was indeed stuck in a state of unliving. The struggle to the surface from his grave was more mental than physical. What was he to do? He wondered if his parents would welcome him, now that he was no longer sick?

The reunion didn't go as well as he had hoped. His parents looked upon him as if he was a monster from their nightmares, dirt covering his expensive clothing. He was paler now than ever before. By all accounts he should be dead, and looked it, yet he walked and spoke. Afraid they ran from him, screaming hurtful things like "Our son is dead, you are a monster!" Hurt, and angry he lashed out, his hunger overwhelming him.

He sat by the still, drained bodies of his parents but no tears could come to his eyes, but the pain he felt in his heart was intense. He was a monster. Why did he ever accept such an offer from the stranger, and who was the man? Would he ever see him again? What Damien didn't know was that this stranger was one of the Tremere, a bloodline of vampires, one of many.

His arrival in this strange new land would start his new life, he hoped. A new beginning where no one knew what he had done.

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Player:Undercover_Lover
Gender (Visually):Male
Race (Visually): Elf