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𝐈’𝐌 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐈’𝐌 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐈’𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷

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ʚ ★ ɞ

˚̣̣̣ ꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣︶ ͡𑁬 ✯ ໒ ͡ ︶˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷ ˚̣̣̣

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𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎

꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷

05.20.25 to O5.24.25

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀pairings : bxb

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀availability : open

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀triggers : Neglect, Abuse

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀faceclaim : found on pintrest!

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀hashtags : #rottemp

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ʚ ★ ɞ

˚̣̣̣ ꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣︶ ͡𑁬 ✯ ໒ ͡ ︶˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷ ˚̣̣̣

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𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The Way You Make Me Feel 𐦍 Michael Jackson

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ ain’t nobody’s business but mine and my baby’s

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he gives me fever like I’ve never known ❜

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Love Is A B*tch 𐦍 Two Feet

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ you say you’re tired of me, you don’t believe

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀that I can be what you need ❜

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Take Me To Church 𐦍 Hozier

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ my lover’s the sunlight

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀to keep the goddess on my side ❜

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Earned It 𐦍 The Weeknd

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ you make it look like it’s magic

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀’cause I see nobody, nobody but you ❜

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Blue Moon 𐦍 Billie Holiday

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ blue moon, you saw me standing alone

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀without a dream in my heart ❜

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ʚ ★ ɞ

˚̣̣̣ ꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣︶ ͡𑁬 ✯ ໒ ͡ ︶˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷ ˚̣̣̣

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𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑

꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷

The Old Soul

themes of death, blood, emotional manipulation, historical trauma.

He ed when silence meant survival, when torchlight meant fear. his hands—steady, elegant, scarred—had once signed treaties and slit throats alike. now they poured wine and adjusted cufflinks.

the city had changed its name five times, but the smell of blood never quite left the bricks.

“you’re too gentle to be dangerous,” they said. He smiled. slowly. like a storm approaching over calm waters.

what a lovely thing, they thought, to meet a man so kind. What a foolish thing, to forget how long he’d lived.

old age didn’t dull the fangs—It only taught them patience.

ʚ ★ ɞ

˚̣̣̣ ꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣︶ ͡𑁬 ✯ ໒ ͡ ︶˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷ ˚̣̣̣

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𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋

꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀         𝖬𝖮𝖭𝖨𝖪𝖤𝖱𝖲.

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Demetrius ⊹ “Demi” ⊹ The Old Soul

He has worn many names like borrowed coats, each one shedding a life he no longer claimed. To some, he is a myth; to others, a memory with teeth. Demetrius—the one that endured—remains a whisper in royal halls and forgotten battlefields. “Demi” is reserved for the rare few he allows close. The rest him by his legacy: calm, cruel, and calculated.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀                𝖡𝖨𝖱𝖳𝖧.

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Looks 30s ⊹ March 14th ⊹ Pisces Sun, Scorpio Moon

His real age is known only to him—and perhaps not even fully. Records say he was born when snow fell red over the old empire, long before cities carved up the land. He doesn't age so much as settle. Beneath his still-youthful face, there’s a weariness born from centuries of war, silence, and survival.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀            𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖱.

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Male ⊹ AMAB ⊹ he/him

Androgynous, elegant presentation

There is an aristocratic grace to him—lean, long-fingered, poised. Masculine in structure, but soft in movement, Demetrius walks like shadow and silk. He dresses with intention, always just formal enough to intimidate, but never loud. Understated power.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀           𝖨𝖣𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖨𝖳𝖸.

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Demetrius ⊹ Demi ⊹ The Kind Gentleman, The Cold Knife

Among mortals, he is a philanthropist with a somber smile. Among those who the old days, he is the one who never dies, never forgets, and never forgives. His true identity is layered like ash on an old fire—cool on the surface, burning deep underneath.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀         𝖲𝖤𝖷𝖴𝖠𝖫𝖨𝖳𝖸.

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Grayromantic ⊹ Bisexual

He loves slowly, rarely, and with the weight of centuries behind every glance. Sex is power, vulnerability, memory. Romance is a relic he sometimes lets himself ire but rarely pursues. When he loves, it is with an intensity that unsettles and consumes.

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ʚ ★ ɞ

˚̣̣̣ ꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣︶ ͡𑁬 ✯ ໒ ͡ ︶˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷ ˚̣̣̣

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𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀           𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖤𝖱𝖠𝖫.

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INFJ ⊹ Enneagram 4w5 ⊹ Melancholic

introspective ⊹ charming ⊹ calculating ⊹ poetic

A brooding romantic cloaked in centuries of secrets, Demetrius moves through the world like a ghost from another age. While deeply empathetic, he often hides his true emotions behind cryptic words and elegant silence. His intuition is sharp, and he reads others with uncanny ease, though he rarely lets anyone read him. Prone to long silences and sudden insight, he is a man of riddles, restraint, and ritual.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀       ( 𝖣𝖨𝖲 )𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤𝖲.

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red wine ⊹ moonlit walks ⊹ antique books

loud places ⊹ forced intimacy ⊹ betrayal

Demetrius finds solace in quietude—cathedrals of stillness where thought is uninterrupted and memories breathe. He finds beauty in the broken and the old, often drawn to items or people with a story carved into them. However, he abhors loud chaos, false sincerity, and anyone who dares to tread uninvited into the chambers of his guarded soul.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀               𝖲𝖪𝖨𝖫𝖫𝖲.

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persuasion ⊹ swordsmanship ⊹ ancient languages

Though his grace suggests nobility, Demetrius is no stranger to violence. A seasoned swordsman from a forgotten war, he has the precision of a poet even in combat. His voice is a weapon, soft and cutting, and his knowledge of long-dead tongues and cryptic texts makes him a valued figure among scholars—and a dangerous one to his enemies.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀                𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖲.

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oblivion ⊹ intimacy ⊹ his past catching up

Despite his eternal composure, Demetrius fears losing himself to time—becoming dust, forgotten and unloved. He also fears vulnerability, the idea of someone seeing the core of him and not recoiling. But most haunting is the possibility that the sins of his past might claw their way back into his carefully constructed present.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀              𝖰𝖴𝖨𝖱𝖪𝖲.

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plays piano alone ⊹ smells old books ⊹ never looks in mirrors

There’s an eerie rhythm to Demetrius’s life: the faint music he plays alone in rooms no one enters, the way he presses old books to his face before reading, and his quiet avoidance of mirrors, as though afraid of what he might—or might not—see. These habits may seem strange, but to him, they are sacred rituals that keep the past at bay.  

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ʚ ★ ɞ

˚̣̣̣ ꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣︶ ͡𑁬 ✯ ໒ ͡ ︶˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷ ˚̣̣̣

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𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀       𝖨𝖣𝖤𝖠𝖫 𝖣𝖠𝖳𝖤.

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a quiet library ⊹ soft music ⊹ shared silence

Demetrius's idea of the perfect date is one wrapped in stillness and intimacy—not in touch, but in presence. He'd prefer candlelight over city lights, and a grand, dust-scented library over a crowded bar. Sharing ages from a favorite book, lingering glances over glasses of wine, perhaps a piano’s soft echo in the distance—these quiet things are his love language. No grand gestures—only honest, vulnerable stillness.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀        𝖨𝖣𝖤𝖠𝖫 𝖳𝖸𝖯𝖤.

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deep thinkers ⊹ emotionally complex ⊹ patient souls

Demetrius is drawn to individuals who carry depth beneath their eyes—those who question the world, those who feel too much, those who have weathered sorrow and still find beauty in small things. He is enchanted by subtle strength, quiet rebellion, and the soft-spoken kind who linger like poetry. Patience is key, for Demetrius is a labyrinth not easily traversed, and only the persistent find the garden at his center.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀         𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖭 𝖮𝖭𝖲.

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soft-spoken voices ⊹ lingering eye ⊹ whispered vulnerability

What seduces Demetrius isn’t lust but the sacred unraveling of trust. A quiet confession, a hand resting too long on a page, a look that speaks in volumes—these ignite something in him that smolders far longer than touch. He is drawn to those who do not demand his affection, but earn it with grace, intention, and presence.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀       𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖭 𝖮𝖥𝖥𝖲.

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brashness ⊹ dishonesty ⊹ emotional immaturity

Demetrius cannot abide loud, boastful types who fill the air with empty noise. He recoils from dishonesty, and those who flinch from emotional weight will find no home in his heart. He needs someone who can sit in the silence, not flee from it—someone who dares to look into his darkness and remain unafraid.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀   𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 𝖫𝖠𝖭𝖦𝖴𝖠𝖦𝖤.

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quality time ⊹ words of affirmation

Demetrius shows his love not with grand gestures, but by giving his time—his most precious and guarded offering. He listens more than he speaks, but when he does, his words are carefully chosen, often cloaked in metaphor, always sincere. He values meaningful conversation and small, quiet rituals that build a sanctuary between two souls.

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ʚ ★ ɞ

˚̣̣̣ ꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣︶ ͡𑁬 ✯ ໒ ͡ ︶˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷ ˚̣̣̣

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𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀                   𝖥𝖠𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖫.

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shape ⊹ angular, high cheekbones, sharp jawline

eye ⊹ narrow, crimson-tinged with a slight glow, often half-lidded in amusement

hair ⊹ silver-white, tousled waves with streaks of crimson or pink at the tips

other ⊹ a playful, almost mischievous smirk

other ⊹ sharp fangs, subtly visible even when his mouth is closed

other ⊹ faint facial markings or shadows under his eyes that deepen when hungry or enraged

An ageless charm lingers in his expression—every glance calculated, seductive, and mocking. His eyes seem to pierce through centuries, and his smile often bears a glint of something older, darker. Demi carries his age well—there’s a timeless beauty to him, almost regal in how he holds his expression.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀             𝖯𝖧𝖸𝖲𝖨𝖰𝖴𝖤.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

height ⊹ 6'3" (190 cm)

body type ⊹ lean-muscled

body shape ⊹ tapered, narrow waist with broader shoulders

other ⊹ unnaturally graceful; movements smooth like silk

other ⊹ cold to the touch

other ⊹ skin carries a dusky charcoal tone with an ethereal sheen under moonlight

other ⊹ long fingers, often adorned with rings or blood-red polish

Though centuries old, Demi retains a youthful physique—an unnerving balance between elegance and danger. Every step he takes feels deliberate, as though he’s always gliding just slightly above the ground. His stillness holds weight, making even his silence unsettling.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀                    𝖲𝖳𝖸𝖫𝖤.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

tattoos yes/no ⊹ yes — arcane symbols etched in crimson across his back and forearms, glowing faintly during feeding

piercings yes/no ⊹ yes — black studs in both ears, occasionally wears a fang-shaped lip ring

aesthetic ⊹ gothic vampiric glam; long coats, open shirts, red velvet, black leather, obsidian jewelry

aroma ⊹ old parchment, sandalwood, iron, and rose petals

Demi’s style is indulgent and dramatic, often dressing in flowing garments layered in deep reds and blacks. Everything about his appearance is curated to intimidate and enchant. He smells like old blood spilled across sacred ground—delicious and deadly. His fashion echoes a time lost to memory, yet he wears it like a crown.

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ʚ ★ ɞ

˚̣̣̣ ꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣︶ ͡𑁬 ✯ ໒ ͡ ︶˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷ ˚̣̣̣

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇

꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀              𝖯𝖧𝖸𝖲𝖨𝖢𝖠𝖫.

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good, decent, bad ⊹ good

allergies / illnesses ⊹ none — immune to human ailments; however, prolonged blood deprivation causes physical deterioration.

As a vampire, Demi’s physical health defies mortal standards. His body is unnaturally resilient—immune to disease, aging, and injury by conventional means. He recovers swiftly from most wounds unless inflicted by divine or cursed weaponry. However, should he abstain from feeding for too long, his form begins to decay: veins darken, skin cracks, and muscles weaken. His beauty becomes a grotesque shell, a reminder that even immortality comes with a price.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀                 𝖬𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖠𝖫.

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good, decent, bad ⊹ decent

addictions ⊹ blood, control, indulgence in earthly pleasures

Demi has endured centuries of existence, and with time comes erosion. Though he masks it well with charm and wit, his mind carries scars—memories too ancient and fragmented to ever fully make sense. He wrestles with boredom and obsession, often turning to bloodlust, manipulation, or pleasure to fill the void. Control is his comfort; losing it can send him into a spiral of cruelty or melancholy. Despite this, his cunning and self-awareness keep him composed, his madness dressed in silk and laughter.

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ʚ ★ ɞ

˚̣̣̣ ꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣︶ ͡𑁬 ✯ ໒ ͡ ︶˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷ ˚̣̣̣

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𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄

꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀                𝖮𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖠𝖫𝖫.

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occupation ⊹ aristocrat, nightclub owner, collector of rare antiquities

religion ⊹ formerly devout, now blasphemous—believes in gods but scorns them

class ⊹ high nobility (old money, vampire elite)

home type ⊹ lavish Gothic manor nestled in the shadowed hills—eerie, opulent, timeless

education ⊹ classically educated, fluent in ancient languages, well-versed in art, philosophy, and occult sciences

Demi’s life is one of indulgence veiled in sophistication. By mortal appearances, he is a wealthy recluse, the enigmatic owner of a decadent nightclub where elegance and sin mingle under candlelight. Behind the curtain, he is an ancient power—cunning, manipulative, and impossibly well-connected among vampire society. He collects what others fear to touch: cursed relics, forgotten knowledge, hearts. His home is a cathedral of shadows and luxury, lined with velvet, stained glass, and secrets.

Though raised in devout faith, time and betrayal have shattered his reverence. Now, he toys with theology, cursing the heavens even as he ires the architecture of cathedrals. His education spans centuries—he was tutored by scholars long turned to dust. He quotes Ovid and dissects Nietzsche, converses in Latin, and debates philosophy over bloodied wine. His lifestyle is as refined as it is corrupted, and he would have it no other way.

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ʚ ★ ɞ

˚̣̣̣ ꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣︶ ͡𑁬 ✯ ໒ ͡ ︶˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷ ˚̣̣̣

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𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀                𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖳.

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Seraphina ⊹ ??? ⊹ Deceased

Seraphina was a woman of icy poise and quiet cruelty, the type of mother who shaped her child not with love, but with expectations. She demanded perfection, masking conditional affection behind gifts and status. Though Demi tried to earn her approval for years, the final wound was when Seraphina made a choice that cost Demi everything. Her death left a void filled with complex emotions—relief, guilt, and unspoken grief.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀                𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖳.

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Unknown ⊹ ??? ⊹ Unknown

Little is known about Demi’s other parent, a shadow in his life more than a presence. Whether dead, absent by choice, or banished by Seraphina is unclear. Demi sometimes wonders if their absence was a mercy.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀                 𝖲𝖨𝖡𝖫𝖨𝖭𝖦.

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None ⊹ — ⊹ —

Demi was an only child, but not by nature—by design. Seraphina ensured there would be no competition for her legacy, no other soul to split her control or affection. It made Demi both heir and prisoner in one.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀                  𝖥𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖭𝖣.

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Vera Linette ⊹ 243 ⊹ Alive

One of the few people Demi dares to lower his guard around. Vera is an older vampire who taught him subtlety, survival, and how to wield charm like a weapon. Their friendship is barbed with sarcasm but deeply loyal—she’s one of the only ones who’s ever seen Demi cry.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀                    𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤𝖱.

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— ⊹ — ⊹ —

Demi is currently unattached, though not entirely untouched by longing. Love, to him, is a dangerous vulnerability—a thrill he both craves and fears. For now, he remains closed off, nursing wounds that never quite scar over.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀                        𝖯𝖤𝖳.

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Sable ⊹ 12 ⊹ Alive

A sleek black Borzoi with pale eyes, Sable is as elegant and eerie as her master. She moves like smoke and sleeps beside Demi’s chair during long nights of silence and plotting. Loyal and discerning, she has an uncanny ability to sense ill intent, and Demi values her companionship more than most people. He talks to her when no one is around—not out of madness, but out of preference.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀                   𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱.

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The Court of Crimson ⊹ Various ⊹ Varies

An elite social circle of powerful vampires, nobles, and manipulators—Demi navigates this web with careful grace. He’s not entirely trusted nor fully outcast, but he walks a thin line. Every move is a game of power, and he plays it with a smile and a knife behind his back.

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ʚ ★ ɞ

˚̣̣̣ ꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣︶ ͡𑁬 ✯ ໒ ͡ ︶˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷ ˚̣̣̣

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𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷

⠀⠀𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖮𝖭𝖤. 𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖫𝖣𝖧𝖮𝖮𝖣.

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bad

TW: emotional neglect, verbal abuse

Demi was born into luxury, but not love. Raised under the cold eye of Seraphina, he was taught to be perfect before he was taught to be kind. Every gesture, every word, every smile was calculated, shaped for the court. Mistakes were met with disappointment, affection dangled like a prize never quite earned. He was a porcelain doll in a glass palace—adored from a distance, but never truly known. His other parent remained a mystery, and his questions were met with silence. From an early age, Demi learned loneliness could wear velvet and still feel like chains.

⠀⠀    𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖳𝖶𝖮. 𝖳𝖤𝖤𝖭𝖠𝖦𝖤.

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decent

TW: manipulation, identity crisis

As he matured, Demi began to test the edges of his gilded cage. The court welcomed his wit, his beauty, his charm—but only when it served their needs. Seraphina introduced him to politics with a cruel sort of pride, molding him into a weapon of words. He discovered power in manipulation, and validation in attention. He kissed strangers and let them think it meant something. Inside, he began to fracture—unsure of who he was beneath the layers of performance. He craved control, even if it came at the cost of his own truth.

𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖳𝖧𝖱𝖤𝖤. 𝖠𝖣𝖴𝖫𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖮𝖣.

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bad

TW: grief, betrayal

Adulthood brought no reprieve. Seraphina made a decision—cold and calculating—that left Demi ruined in the eyes of the court. Her betrayal shattered any lingering illusion of family. After her death, he was left with her legacy and her enemies. He clawed his way back to stability, scarred but alive. Now, Demi walks the court with grace sharpened by bitterness, love buried under layers of sarcasm and silk. Trust does not come easy. He is elegant, distant, and dangerous—a man forged from heartbreak, who dares anyone to get close enough to prove him wrong.

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ʚ ★ ɞ

˚̣̣̣ ꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣︶ ͡𑁬 ✯ ໒ ͡ ︶˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷ ˚̣̣̣

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𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄   ꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷

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