This is my family tree, in order from my parents down to my brother and I:
My late father Sigfried Flamgoyle
My dear late mother Lyra Rochel Flamgoyle
My twin brother Neil Flamgoyle
My daughter Mori
My brother's wretched little Hell-spawn Jackal
Everything you wanted to know about your god
Name: Ian Mephidoles Flamgoyle.
Bio: 6' tall, 3-400 years old (it is not certain), British, and bi-sexual.
Story: Ian Mephidoles has long dark brown hair and golden yellow eyes, Ian comes from an old family of vampires, and has a twin brother. He and his brother were born as vampires, since their mother was a dunpeal (half-vampire) and able to give birth, they were raised in aristocracy in england hundreds of years ago, until one fateful evening, while the two brothers were out hunting, the church burned down their mansion and killed their family. The two were homeless for a time, and Ian's more submissive brother fell into obscurity, leaving Ian to become the vile scourge of most of England for a few hundred years until he re-gained his fortune. Ian has many lush homes all over the world, and many willing 'pets' in or in the neighborhoods around these homes, so he rarely has to worry about discomfort.
He's arrogant, selfish, gets insanely jealous, and has no problem breaking the rules, but, whenever he makes a victim into his pet, (simply, by allowing them to live but not turning them vampire), it's usually a deep act of love, and bonding. Most of the time, if you're lucky to become a pet and hear those three little words from him, no doubt he'd mean it. He does have a preference, he's the type who prefers being top most of the time, and will rarely if ever allow anyone to top him. Ian also can take on four animal forms, though the largest he will take on, if ever. They are a black bat (or cloud of bats), black cat, black wolf, and very rarely a black dragon. He can also change clothes at will, as he is actually symbiotically attached to a shadow demon, which he manipulates to change his clothes and form. He can also cast an illusion to appear as a woman, but only to fool straight males who are likely only to be fed upon and killed. Usually though, this ruse doesn't work on those who can smell the difference, so he doesn't use it on prey that is supernatural. He gets angry when he doesn't get what he wants, sometimes violent, and when a prey or future pet does not cooperate, he will sometimes injure them, then apologize and attempt to win them over by nursing them back to health. Ironically, despite being immortal, Ian fears death, and deep down knows someday, at the end of silver bullet or steak or fire, he will die. He wonders that if and when he does, that when his 'pets' are set free, will they lament and mourn his loss, or scorn and hate him for ruining their lives? Though Ian loves and cherishes his lovers, he always wonders if they ever truly love him back, so his existence, at times, makes him feel hollow and depressed.