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WELCOME TO

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WIKI EST. 2O23

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ㅤ ㅤ         Foolish.

         ㅤㅤ /foo•luhsh/

         ㅤ (of a person or action) lacking good sense

         ㅤ or judgment; unwise.

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Time in a bottle - Jim Croce

0:18 ─〇───── 2:42

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୨:୧ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄. ୨:୧

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

    𝑻𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬𝑹.

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His eyes widened in horror, pupils trembling as they darted down to his hands, now slick and gruesomely stained with blood. The stark crimson contrasted sharply with his pale skin, each drop a vivid reminder of the atrocity that had just unfolded. A cold shiver ran down his spine, and his breath caught in his throat as he dared to glance up at the scene that lay before him—a scene that only one person could have orchestrated; himself.

The metallic scent of iron hung heavily in the air, thick enough to make his stomach churn with a wave of nausea. It was overwhelming, a visceral reminder of the violence that had just transpired. He gagged, his hand instinctively flying to his mouth as tears brimmed in his eyes, blurring the horrific sight that demanded his attention. He wanted to look away, to escape the reality of what he had done, but a voice—a haunting voice—grew louder in his mind, compelling him to face the truth.

Her eyes, once vibrant and full of life, now stared back at him, dulled and lifeless, with blood staining her cracked lips. The remnants of her breath were faint, barely perceptible, yet he could see the fragile rise and fall of her chest, a cruel reminder that she was still clinging to life, however tenuously.

”You... You did this...” Her voice was a fragile whisper, so low that it barely ed as human, yet it pierced through the fog of his denial. He couldn’t bear to look at her, but the weight of her words caused his ears to burn, as if they were aflame with the truth of her accusations. He shook his head in disbelief, his hands shaking as they dropped to his knees, staining the blue fabric of his pants with her blood, transforming the once vibrant color into a grotesque tapestry of red and blue.

”I-I didn’t mean to—“ he stammered, his voice quivering as he struggled to find the right words, but she cut him off. Her voice grew louder, a mixture of anguish and betrayal, startling him from his stupor. “You did this! For hunger? After I gave you a warm place to sleep, food to eat... You promised!” The sharpness of her words cut deeper than any blade, and he could see her lashes fluttering against her pale skin, glistening with unshed tears as she fought against the darkness creeping in around her.

Desperately, he moved closer, cradling her head in his lap, feeling the warmth of his body juxtaposed against the chilling coldness of hers. It felt like a cruel irony, that he could still offer warmth while she was slipping away. “Please, forgive me,” he whispered, his voice thick with despair. “I ignored the signs, and—and...” His voice broke, the weight of his guilt crashing down on him like a tidal wave, drowning him in sorrow. He didn’t know what to do; he was lost in a tempest of regret, and he knew it was far too late to seek redemption. The taste of her flesh lingered on his tongue, mingling with the coppery flavor of blood that coated his fangs and lips. “We’ll be together, forever a part of me,” he murmured, holding her frail form against him, hoping against hope that he could offer her some semblance of comfort in her final moments.

But as he cradled her, he felt the life ebbing away, the warmth fading from her body, leaving only the cold grip of death. And in that moment, he realized the true horror of what he had done, a truth that would haunt him for all eternity.

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୨:୧ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎. ୨:୧

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

    𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑷𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄

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Dante

No nicknames at the moment.

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𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘

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ETHNICITY, NATIONALITY

SPOKEN LANGUAGES

As he sifts through the fragments of his memories, a vivid picture begins to take shape: he is undeniably European.

From his earliest childhood days, he found himself surrounded by a whirlwind of languages, each one a unique thread in the fabric of his identity. While some details may have faded over time, three languages stand out in his mind: the sharp rhythm of English, the lyrical beauty of French, and the playful Italian phrases that flit just beyond his grasp. These linguistic skills, nurtured by necessity, have woven themselves into the very essence of who he is, reflecting the diverse cultural tapestry of his upbringing.

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𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑, 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

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GENDER, PRONOUNS

ORIENTATION

He/him

With a heart that embraces love in all its forms, he identifies as bisexual, drawn equally to the allure of both women and men. When his eyes lock onto someone who captures his interest, he becomes a master of charm and persuasion, determined to weave a connection so compelling that by dawn, they often find themselves entwined in the warmth of his bed.

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𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒

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SPECIES

Vampire/demon. A creature of the night, he embodies the essence of both vampire and demon, a haunting figure that drifts through the shadows. Deep within him lies a flicker of awareness; he understands that he originated from someone, something, a fundamental truth rooted in the cycle of life. Yet, the memories of those who once shaped his existence remain shrouded in a fog of forgetfulness, their faces blurring like distant stars in an endless sky.

As he wanders the darkened streets, it is not uncommon to encounter beings of his ilk—monsters that thrive under the cloak of twilight. Yet, unlike them, he carries a heavy longing in his heart, an aching desire to be human once more. He dreams of feeling the warmth of the sun on his skin, of laughter and love, of the sweet release that comes with the finality of death. Above all, he yearns for the peace of the grave, a sanctuary where he can finally lay down his burdens and rest forever.

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୨:୧ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄. ୨:୧

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    𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄

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HEIGHT, BODY TYPE

SKIN COLOR, EYE COLOR

Standing at 6 feet 2 inches tall, he possesses a lean physique that tips the scales at roughly 160 pounds. Though he doesn’t engage in formal workouts, his ion for hunting helps maintain his weight, complemented by his surprisingly light diet, which eschews much of the human blood that others might crave.

His skin is a striking pale hue, almost translucent, giving him an ethereal quality that seems to catch the light in a unique way. His eyes are particularly captivating, a mesmerizing blend of purple that borders on red, with delicate blue undertones tracing the edges, creating an otherworldly gaze that captivates and unnerves in equal measure.

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𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐒

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BODY MODIFICATIONS

Most of his piercings are on his ears, one though is on his tongue.

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇

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CONDITIONS/WELLBEING

He lives with Congenital Insensitivity to Pain (CIP), a rare condition that renders him unable to feel physical pain. While his body remains untouched by the sharp stings and throbbing aches that most people experience, this lack of sensory does not extend to emotional suffering. The absence of pain in his body presents its own challenges, particularly when it comes to healing from the scrapes and bruises that arise from his frequent altercations. Without the natural instinct to withdraw from danger or acknowledge injury, he often finds himself in a precarious position, struggling to tend to his wounds and navigate the complexities of both physical and emotional resilience.

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𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓

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SCENT NAME / DESCRIPTION

Dante is often said to smell like rosemary, which has a vibrant aroma that is fresh and herbaceous. Its scent is pine-like and slightly woody, with hints of citrus and mint. Rosemary’s fragrance is invigorating, evoking warmth and comfort.

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𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐓

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DIET TYPE

His diet revolves around a straightforward yet primitive practice: he hunts animals to sustain himself. However, this simple fare leaves much to be desired in of nourishment. The rich, savory flavor and superior nutrient profile of human flesh and blood tantalize him, yet he battles the primal urge within. Deeply ingrained beliefs instilled by his parents echo in his mind, reminding him of the moral boundaries they taught him to uphold. Thus, he holds back, resisting the allure of the forbidden, despite the hunger that gnaws at him.

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୨:୧ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑. ୨:୧

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    𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

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ONE WORD

He is frequently portrayed as a warm-hearted individual, his gentle smile lighting up the faces of those around him as he extends a helping hand to anyone in need. Yet beneath this charming facade lies a darker truth, a secret hunger that gnaws at him from within. Every day, he battles an internal turmoil, a sickening urge that threatens to erupt if he doesn’t suppress it. This hidden desire, a twisted craving for chaos, churns in his stomach, compelling him to conceal his true intentions behind a mask of kindness.

Dante tends to keep to himself, preferring the solitude of his thoughts over the noise of social interaction. He is a man of few words, often lost in his own world, even when his choices veer toward the reckless. Despite his inclination to make foolish decisions, there’s an undeniable complexity to him—an ongoing struggle between the sweet persona he projects and the darkness he conceals deep within.

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𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒

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POSITIVE: 1,2,3

NEGATIVE: 1, 2, 3

Dante embodies a profound sense of comion, generosity, and resilience that shines through in his every action. His unwavering spirit is evident in the way he refuses to back down in the face of adversity, always ready to extend a helping hand to those in need—be it a vulnerable animal or a struggling human. The weight of his empathy is palpable; he feels an overwhelming sense of dread at the thought of leaving anyone or anything behind in despair.

Yet, beneath this irable exterior lies a more complex character. Dante is adept at concealing his less favorable traits, which include impulsiveness, stubbornness, and a touch of cynicism. The tragic loss of his parents has cast a shadow over his heart, fostering a deep-seated distrust of humanity. This internal struggle adds layers to his personality, revealing a young man grappling with his vulnerabilities while striving to maintain a façade of strength and kindness.

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄

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TYPE

[c When interacting with strangers and engaging in casual hookups, he effortlessly sprinkles compliments into the conversation, his warm smile acting as a welcoming beacon. He embodies the essence of a gentleman, his charm radiating as he navigates these fleeting connections. Yet beneath this charismatic facade lies a complexity; he often grapples with his own desires and needs.

In the realm of romantic interest, however, his demeanor shifts dramatically. Initially, he instinctively erects barriers, pushing potential partners away as he wrestles with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. It’s a dance of uncertainty, where his heart and mind clash. Ultimately, he retreats into the safety of friendship, burying his romantic feelings beneath layers of platonic affection. In this guise, he becomes a steadfast ally, readily offering and assistance without hesitation or expectation, always there for them in their moments of need.

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୨:୧ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄. ୨:୧

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    𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑺𝑬𝑻.

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐓

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TYPE

He fights with his claws and fangs, how much more simple could that get?

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒

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DEFENSE      ●●○○○

STAMINA     ●●●●○

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୨:୧ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐗. ୨:୧

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    𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀.

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The unlikely union of a demon and a vampire was a tale that few could comprehend, much less accept. In the realm of the fantastical, such stories were often spun with a whimsical touch, meant to amuse and entertain. They portrayed the absurdity of love blossoming in the most unorthodox of circumstances, but to witness such a phenomenon unfold in the real world was something altogether different. It was a recipe for chaos, one that could only spell disaster for any offspring born of this dark romance.

Both parents were creatures of the night, driven by insatiable bloodlust and a chaotic yearning for destruction. The demon, with its fiery temper and malicious glee, thrived on the suffering of others, while the vampire, elegant yet deadly, reveled in the sweetness of fresh blood. Together, they were a force of nature that defied comprehension. How could love possibly flourish between such stark opposites? And what kind of life awaited their child, born from this precarious union? How could they hope to raise a being that could learn comion and restraint, especially when both parents were steeped in an existence that celebrated carnage?

Dante, their only child, grew up cloistered away in the shadowy confines of their home, a prisoner of his own nature. From the moment he could comprehend the world around him, he was forbidden from stepping outside. The mere thought of it sent shivers down his spine, for he struggled daily with an unrelenting hunger that gnawed at his insides. As a vampire, he was born with a ravenous appetite, one that demanded he consume sustenance at an alarming rate. But the demon within him exacerbated this yearning, creating a ferocious duality that left him constantly on the brink of madness. His body, still in the throes of growth, craved nourishment that was often far beyond what any ordinary creature would require. The pain of that hunger became a constant companion, a cruel reminder of his isolation.

For centuries, Dante remained ensnared in his solitude, reaching out to his parents in desperation, yearning for guidance and understanding. He sought help, not just for his hunger but for the torment that raged within him. But fate had a cruel twist in store; tragedy struck when his parents, perhaps the only beings who could have helped him navigate his complex identity, were consumed by flames, burned alive by a vengeful church that feared their dark nature. Their death left a void in Dante’s life, a chasm of despair that threatened to swallow him whole.

In the wake of their demise, Dante found himself adrift, lost in a world that became increasingly foreign and hostile. The chaos that had once simmered beneath the surface erupted into a frenzy, and he descended into madness. With no one to guide or restrain him, he turned to the very instincts that his parents had hoped to temper. Over the course of months, he unleashed his pent-up rage upon the unsuspecting populace, slaughtering innocents to satiate his unquenchable thirst. The bodies piled up, an unholy feast that left him both exhilarated and hollow, a stark reminder of the darkness that coursed through his veins.

Alone and bereft of guidance, Dante’s journey became one of self-discovery, fraught with danger and despair. The world outside loomed like a shadow, and he was left to grapple with the harrowing legacy of his lineage—an eternal struggle between the monstrous thirst for blood and the flickering hope for love and redemption.

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୨:୧ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍. ୨:୧

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    𝑬𝑵𝑫 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬.

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Art belongs to mugenoumi on X/Twitter.

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