Diomedes Erasmo Malik
"The world will provide you with many evils, it is up to you whether or not you will let it change you."
I am a Vampire
xxxAxxxxx█ I am far too famous for an alias to work.
xxxxixxxx█ I am a young 87 years
xxxxxxxxi█ I have a sausage and eggs between my legs.
xxxnxxxxx█ I am 6'1" and 200 lbs.
xxxxxxxxx█ I do enjoy a good sausage.
xxxxxxxxx█ I am a CEO of a sweets conglomerate and a model.
xxxxxxxxx█ I can be a playful type of man that will tend to help try and make an awkward situation better. I am the type of man that doesn't like others to be on their own and will usually try to include every person. I am very empathetic and read people well, making sure to be compassionate and relate to their situation so I can help them better. My mother always said that she believed the reason I have the ability to understand another's pain, is because of my father's abuse. All-in-all, I am your typically kind and helpful man that people tend to like, or at least I try to be.
But I can also be reserved but still respectful. I am all business and conduct myself accordingly. I do this for my mother, never for my father. I am the face of her company, so I need to keep a certain type of appearance to make sure I do not sully the company name. Plus, there are times when I just cannot keep up a bubbly and happy act.
xxxxxxA TYPICAL DAYx﹗x
xxxxxxxxx█ A typical day for me would either be having lunch with my mom and uncle, working in the office, doing a photo shoot or talking to my manager/assistant about my schedule.
xxxxxxxxx█ Vampire Physiology
xxxxxxxxx█ Anything melon flavored
xxxxxxxxx█ Floral smells
xxxxxxxxx█ The word, "f*****t".
xxxxxxxxx█ Distasteful comments
xxxxxxxxx█ My father
xxxxxxxxx█ Paparazzi or reporters
xxxxxxxxx█ Abuse of any kind
xxxxxxxxx█ I wasn't always the son of rich conglomerates, and was the son of a humbled baker and his wife that lived in the middle class like anyone else. My father was a kind man that people just generally liked, who sold sweets that he made specially in our old worn down home. Growing up, I had a normal life. But slowly, father's chain grew bigger, and bigger. So much so, that father didn't even have to bake anymore and had thousands of workers and machines to do that for him. The more that he became rich, the less I saw of the humble baker. When I turned 10, mother and father divorced and father took custody of me.
It was around this time that father began to hit me out of the view of the public, claiming that I was unkempt and looked like some street kid that was not behaved. They had an appearance to keep up, and he wasn't going to have some commoner for a son, it made him look bad. I was not allowed to see my mother much either, who was still living in our old humble home we started in. My father always said that mother didn't appreciate the life that he made for her, so she was let go. Like she was one of his workers and not his lover of over 10 years, his childhood sweetheart that threw away everything she had for him and his dreams.
I hid my true self(personality and sexuality) from my father, and my father's lashings from mother. My father would either shun me or beat me to death for it and I knew that mother would fight to get custody of me if she found out that he was hitting me. My father would just bury her more. Hurt her more with his shiny new wife and fancy home. My father sometimes made me want to become a monster. When there were days that I could barely walk after one of his beatings, I would lie in bed and dream of setting everything ablaze with father and his b***h of a wife, and her ugly children from all different dads inside. I wished for them to just die horrible deaths for each time my father hit me. Each time my father hit my mother, and each time his ugly wife with her b*****d children laughed at him when father kicked me on the ground. I wanted them to all go to hell. But each time I was on the verge of losing myself, I remembered my mother's face smiling at me as she pet my hair ever so gently. She is always my side of reason, and when I feel like I might be taken by darkness, she is my light.
xxxxxxxxx█ I have scars along my arms and back that I had gotten from lashings my father gave me as a child.
Faceclaim: Kitakado Tomohisa from B-project
xxxxxxxxx█ Hitori Omou