The voice through my head... CuddlyDeathPrincess
The name given to me... Douglas Morton
What I am willing to reveal... was changed at age twenty-three but is probably around three hundred and six years old.
I am a... “A stupid questions..” Vampire
I can assure you, that I am... “If you can’t tell you’re blind.” Male
I prefer... “I don’t dabble when it comes to males, unless I am thirsty and they are handy” Straight, would only use a male to drink from if he could get nothing else.
I've been told... Rather cocky, grabs what he wants with little thought of others, figures that since he is more powerful than the living they should just let him take what he wants. Slightly cruel. Very possessive of those he sees as his. Is quick to fight with anyone….period. Tough outer shell to crack. Strength would have to be the over riding feature. He can plant images into peoples minds, or rather he can play on someone’s dark fears/wants and manifest them into something he wants them to see.
Where to start... Douglas in life was a guard and confidante to a high laird. It seemed reasonable to him to kill and take has his friend commanded. He fought clan wars in his name and was considered one of the clan’s most eligible bachelors. The blond haired green eyed male though felt that he would be wasted on marriage. This however did not stop in participating in “martial” practices with as many women as he saw fit to have. Never having fallen in love accept with someone he could never have. Perhaps that was the cause of his womanizing and lack of respect for human life in general. Well, back to topic another of Douglas’ great loves in life was drinking. There never to be a shortage of places to go and get some good whisky and fine women.
It was in one such place that Douglas the vampire was born. A rather friendly male kept on trying to come on to Douglas and he of course was having none of it. The man offered he and his friends the best alcohol they could ever imagine if they came with him to his home. He even offered to buy some lovely entertainment. Needless to say they all passed out drunk with in an hour of being at the home of the vampire. All that is except for Douglas who was still crooning to the moon. It was then that the vampire struck and though it made him terribly sick took the blood of Douglas then gave his own. The vampire thought this would cause Douglas to have to stay with him and learn to be his lover. This was not the case. Douglas had heard lore of such creature as he had become and hated his sire for it. Not having anywhere else to go, the Scotsman did stay with him. Yet every opportunity he had, the new vampire tried to kill his sire. That or he would parade the female he had brought home to feast on around the sire to make him jealous. Douglas had found that with any man would, when the vampire was in a jealous rage he would make mistakes and not keep is guard up. After studying him for at least twenty years or so he learned not to let the female die and have a relationship with her. She would usually be killed by the sire within three weeks of coming over.
Watching and learning it took five girls lives before he knew the right moment to strike. Bringing the female into the green house that was made of pure thick glass, with only one door into the house, they toasted their relationship. First he slipped poison into the female’s drink the night he knew that his sire would come for her. The sire watched them and as Douglas got on one knee to propose to the girl the sire struck out and picked up the female. In the jealous rage the sire just drank and drank not caring or noticing there was something wrong with the blood. Second when the older vampire was wither in pain, Douglas struck out and tried cutting the sires head off. The sire was still rather strong even in his pain and managed to fight for a good long time. In the end it seemed as though the sire was going to win and being fed up with his ungrateful child was ready to kill him. But luck had been on Douglas’ side giving a great leap and a jump he ran to the door to the home and made it inside. His sire did not and as the sun rose his sire was killed having no where else to go and being to weak to run for cover.
Also there is a red dragon tattoo of his first clan on is shoulder.
What I'd like on a collar... Charms: “I can’t pick just three.. To many to chose from.. I guess most important three that my slave would have to have at least one of are...” Nametag= Pet, Pacifier= Lover, Star= Virgin
Colors: “I am more flexible when it comes to these… In fact.. I dinna see one I would be opposed to having”
I am known to be... Cruel, demanding, easily angered, most be at the center of their world.
My property... Cute little Eden
