Demascus Mordantes

Abominate Vampire

General Information

Name: Demascus Mordantes, Dantes
Age by Appearance: 18 Years Lived:725, born- Feb. 1st 1990. Present Year: 2328
Race: Astrarsvahg - 'The Abominate Vampire.' - Angel, Astraeus, Romani vampire and Balrog mix. Balrog sired True Born. Demascus was NEVER human or mortal.
Sire: True Born son of Azriel, aka Raif Marcus Vulcan and Morgausse Mordantes
Gen: Paradox - 1st of his kind, born of 1st and 3rd Gen. vampires, making him 2nd gen born of his father, 4th of his mother and 1st of his kind.
Location: Lair of Azale - Shadowlands - Lonely Mountains - Demon Horn Caverns.
Nature: Strong willed. Strong constitution. Chaotic demeanor, he blows warm and cold. Typically controled and composed. Witty and often serious or reticent. He is hard to predict, aggressive and mischievous but seldom hostile unless threatened or seriously aggravated.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Level: 15 Appearance: Handsome with very distinct Sioux facial features, his eyes however unusual shades of stormy greys ranging from various medium greys, to dark greys to pale silver greys. His hair is also like his birth father's, very thick, straight, and jet black. His hair spills to the middle of his back. His build is muscularly lean and he is very physically fit and strong as his master likes him. Demascus remains 'lean and mean.' He is almost always hungry, once so accustomed to Mekkor playing at being Mendorin making sure to keep him that way, as a man keeps his fighting dogs on a keen edge. Unless his sire MAKES him wear a suit, or a suit of armor, Demascus wears faded jeans, tee-shirts, rattle-snake hide boots, and one of two trench coats.. a black canvas one, or a fawn colored, leather oil skin duster he 'stole' from his father before his entrapment in hell. Demascus PRIZES this coat, and Mendorin even uses the coat against him as a threat to keep him in line. Even despite his vampiric palor, the native Sioux in him shines through prominently. In a nut shell, Demascus is one sizzling hot young peice of work. 

Background: As an immortal true born, he aged 1 year for every month until he stopped aging altogether as he 'came into age.' His mentality and intellect developed as quickly as his physical form metabolized, and in his education he was carefully raised. Emotionally however he remained undeveloped. Raised by his mother for 18 months, he was captured while out for a ride by Argauss Helbah and enslaved by the demon who would be his Sire Azale Mendorin only days after he had come into manhood. Demascus' life was full of pit falls and ordeals from the get go. His father avoided contact with him, and the only brother he had in the world did not even know he existed as Azriel's 'bastard' son of rape, his father, and not his mother, having been forced to conceive of Demascus. His mother had been diligent in teaching him to command his immortal capabilities, but she was not the 'nurturing' kind, needless to say. Demascus was emotionally inept and unstable from the get go. When Mendorin received him, he was impressed by the youth's stunning good looks, the fighting skill and fire he had shown trying to fend off Argauss, his intelligence, wits and heavenly scent of orchard flowers in bloom.

The young vampire's world was turned upside down in a matter of hours as only hours after he had been captured and delivered to Mendorin and been marked by him, Mendorin's cruel creator Mekkor displaced Mendorin to act imposter in his place and wasted no time introducing HIS new slave to forced pleasures, and taking as much from Demascus sexually as he had to give, he bonded the vampire to himself tightly and made him a Lair Guard and sex companion. Owed to Demascus' unique carnal and blood attributes, Mekkor shared him with no one, and guarded what was HIS jealously. As far as Demascus knew his master served one alone... HIMSELF. Demascus got by, survived his life with Mekkor by getting away with as much as he could. Demascus was never wise to the fact that Mekkor posed as Mendorin. Demascus defied the false Mendorin for no other reason than to give his Master a reason to beat him, to be angry with him, but at times Demascus enjoyed the beatings and lashings for his errors too much, and when Mekkor saw this, he either tortured him far more ruthlessly than his error called for, or raped him instead, which was what Demascus would prefere to avoid above all else. Demascus liked WOMAN after all, was heterosexual by nature, forced into a life of male on male servitude. The fact that Demascus hated it underneath all the pleasures his body could not deny, pleased Mekkor's unspeakably deviant side all the more. He was far more than sadistic.. He was a menace and horror. Or... at least he used to be. Still dangerous, still a blackard, but he had mellowed a great deal over the centuries. Or so Demascus thought. He believed dying had humbled him perhaps... Taught him some things, like who he could count on. Despite everything Dantes had been one of those he could rely on most. He could have run, could have hidden, he didn't. What Demascus didn't know was that Mekkor had released Mendorin and let him return to his clan with Mendorin's vow he would not tell the clan the truth, that it was his maker not he who had tormented them all those years. Mendorin wasted no time in wiping away Mekkor's bonds in Demascus by replacing them with his own. He could not do that by blood alone, not when so MUCH of Mekkor had infused Mendorin's acolyte.

Regardless, the bond with Mendorin from being sired was powerful, and when he infused him with his own blood and essences Demascus was his again, and no matter how Demascus might have mused about trying to run away from him, there was no way he could refuse his call to return to him, whether out of fear and fearful respect, bonded affection, or even the love he felt for him after he had changed so much, began to treat him with tenderness instead of cruelty, a love Dem never admitted to anyone. Only in the most secret watches of the night, did Mendorin see that love in the tears which filled his eyes and in the tender quality of his acolyte lover's touch. It was on such a night Demascus had asked him, "Will you kill me when you are quite tired of me?" to which Mendorin replied. "Your flame will go out with mine, Argausse and Borlius,' Dem." Demascus was not sure if he had felt thankful, or hopeless, but was sure he had felt privileged to be mention among Mendorin's progeny and creation. Mendorin promised, or threatened, to make Demascus one of his 'creatures' one day. Demascus was not sure how to feel about that 'honor' either. The bond was like that... confused his already scrambled emotions. Mendorin knew what Mekkor had done to him and once he bonded him tightly to himself, he came to his bed less and less and finally stopped altogether. Mendorin had become something Demascus had never known he was capable of. He had become... kind. Mendorin had finally shaken Mekkor's enslavement of him so that he could be more himself. Mendorin was not unkind to those he cared about. Indeed he did genuinely care for and love his clan. Mendorin had kept his promise... or carried out his threat and sired Demascus three years after his phylactery had returned the Shadowflame Lich from uncertain death. If Demascus had not been mixed up enough Balrog was added to his gentic cesspool. Then Mekkor placed one of his thralls under Mendorin. Felix. Mendorin knew Mekkor would use Felix against him but had no choice but to take him in. He bore Mekkor's mark and his will was Mekkor's to command. Mendorin treated Felix as well as Mekkor would allow him to, but was commanded to keep him as a sexual thrall and so Mendorin did, but... he never forced Felix. He seduced him instead. He wooed him into his bed and Felix was a needy creature so it was not difficult for Mendorin to win him as a lover. Demascus was livid with jealousy. Livid with it because he was unaware it had been Mendorin's maker who had forced him. Here was Felix, young in his guise, beautiful, and he was not forced. No, he was given a choice, or so it seemed. Demascus got drunk one night and had it out with his sire. "You reject me and take this boy to your bed? How have I failed you that you would forget me and replace me so easily?" Mendorin had looked at him stunned and rather confused. "I thought you did not wish to be my lover, Dem. Did I read you wrong?" His sire asked. "Well I... didn't... but maybe I didn't know you then! I don't know! You were different... You are always so different!" His pain and confusion hurt Mendorin deeply. Mendorin sighed deeply. He had to tell him and bear the consequences. None of them could go on like this. Demascus least of all. But Felix could not know yet. Mekkor would bring his wrath upon them all should Felix know now. And so he explained to Dem how it had been his maker Mekkor who occasioned to replace him and make them all suffer his need to corrupt and ruin everything his proxy touched. "I am different at times because it is not always me with you. It is HIM. My maker, who forces pain and pleasures to extremes upon you. I am so sorry. When I sired you, I didn't know he was even aware of where I lived. I thought we might be safe from his influence, but he found me right after I sired you and he used you to punish me for trying to escape him. Now he shall use Felix to punish me further. I bear his mark. He can command anything of me. I have to be obedient or he will force me to do much worse. I never wanted to hurt you, Demascus. That was never my intention. I wanted you, true, but as clan. Perhaps as a lover yes, if that is what happened. But you prefer women, yes?" Demascus then threw himself at his sire suddenly to embrace him as he was wracked with sobs. He was so relieved his sire was not the monster he had believed him to be, and so filled with grief and pity for him for being so ill used by his own maker. He felt awful for him and for the whole clan. His sire whispered to him that Felix must not know until the time was right and Demascus hugged him tighter. "I know." He said, for he understood their situation now. Their clan was ruled by a monster. Demascus served his sire with love and loyalty from that day forward. 

Weapons:  

• Wolf Bane Blade - +40 +MA - Romani Heritage Sword-A Gift to him from Raif Vulcan. Broad sword with tooth blades on shank, wolf pawed cross bars, wolf head pommel with emerald eyes which glow yellow at the center when blade's blood theft power is activated which causes more blood loss and keeps wounds from regenerating or healing.
• Wolf Fang Daggers - +15 +MA - Matching dagger of Wolf Bane Blade, with same powers.
• Twin Berretas - +40 +5 Hollowpoints. Pair of Custom made 40. cal. Berretas. +40 Dmg. +1 HB precision. 30 Round magazine clips. His eighteenth Birthday present from his mother. 

Vampiric Powers and Attributes