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The Basics

Name: Dorian Cael
Nicknames (Alias/AKAs): Dorian always goes simply by “Dor”
Age: appears to be in his late twenties but is actually over a hundred years old
Gender: male
Family: no living immediate family

Kind: Mendecant/ MSI Personnel, DreamWalker, Human, Unique / Good, Bad, Neutral? Unique, neutral

Appearance

Face Claim: Chris Botti
Description: Dor wears a silver ring on each hand. One of the rings has diamonds inlaid in the band and the other is inscribed with "tempus fugit." He wears suits usually, in dark grey or black, but never bothers with a tie.

He has wavy gold-blonde hair that he wears short and has grey-blue eyes. Dor has a long, thin nose like his mother's and despite being a vampire, his hands still look work roughened. In decades before, he wore gloves to hide that.

He stands a little over six feet tall, though his good posture makes him seem taller. He has a muscular build, moves with grace and speed at all times. He's a good dancer and knows it.

Personality

Likes: fine clothes, good music, wealthy company, everything about being a vampire
Dislikes: people knowing of his past, vampire hunters
Personality: Dor can go a long time without talking, and generally enjoys listening to others most of all. He’s smart and knows it, and if someone pushes him enough, he’ll put them in their places, usually with only a few choice words. He hides his former accent with a far more aristocratic one and is extremely careful to hide the truth behind his past. He rarely loses his temper, but when he does, it’s an ugly scene. Generally, he thinks before he does anything at all, always weighing his actions against possible reactions. He likes to present himself well, and on first meeting, is always charming. He’s warm and gracious to women, magnetic, loving, unabashedly sensual when he wants to be. He considers anything can be currency when needed.

Extras

History: Dor was the seventh of eight children in a poor Irish family, and heavily favored by his mother. His younger sister, Mary, was their mother’s favorite daughter and Dor was fiercely protective of her. More often than not, the family would go to bed hungry.

Dor’s mother tutored her youngest two children in the myths and legends of Ireland, in pagan traditions and in secret things, though she taught them to call themselves Catholic.

When Dor was ten, his father died and was quickly forgotten about. The children were forced to work in his place; taking jobs, growing food or stealing. Dor especially became a master at stealing whatever he wished, much to his mother’s delight. Rivalry between the eight children was strong, each vying for their mother’s approval. The family grew richer and Dor’s mother bought them more land and a bigger home.

The oldest of the children, Michael, accidentally shot and killed Mary while on a hunting trip. Mistake or not, sixteen-year-old Dor did not believe his brother should be forgiven, and killed Michael a few days later. Their mother approved of this punishment.

The financial status of the family changed for the better over the next year, but money couldn’t save them from illness. Dor’s mother and two of his sisters died within a few weeks of each other and he left home with no intention of coming back.

Dor found himself once again with nothing, at the bottom, but worked his way up on his own. He educated himself, stole, gambled, worked… but he never admitted to being anything other than a gentleman. He spent years in London, having changed his name to Dorian Cael, and claimed to be from an impressive family of status and wealth. All the while he searched out the darker sides of history, watching for the magic and demons and fortune tellers and faeries his mother had told him about.

Dor bought himself clothes of the current fashion and found that he could use his looks and his charm to get even more for himself than he’d ever been able to steal. He made himself companion to wealthy young women, single or otherwise, attended operas and read books he’d never been able to get his hands on. His talent for gambling only improved as did his curiosity about the legend of vampires.

It was no mistake that he did cross paths with a vampire one night, and he was glad to be turned. Seeing that he would now have all the time he could want for, Dor invested his money, made a reputation for himself and spent quite a lot of time enjoying the fruits of his years of labor. Eventually, though, his unchanging appearance became a hindrance, so he spent years traveling, just as he’d always wanted to. He saw the world, at night, in all it’s glory, city to city, year after year.

Dor wrote of much of this and sold several books under various names. The money from the books was only added to his fortune and he even had a short romance with a woman of the royal British family. For decades, everything seemed to get better and better, even though technology changed and people changed and society changed. Dor stubbornly held on to his manners and attitudes; he acted as a gentleman even when the rest of the world seemed to only value outrageousness and crudity. He spoke with a careful, aristocratic accent that he had taught himself, instead of like the poor Irish boy he really was.

Then the world was shattered and changed, and Dor was among those who survived, among the vampires who survived. He found a younger vampire woman, Brenna, who he spent a few years with. But the longer she lived with him, the more she brought the outside world with her. She spoke of creatures called Dreamwalkers and of prophecies and things that might happen. She spoke of fearful futures. Dor found himself frustrated with her more often than not; when he lost his temper finally, breaking some of her possessions, he chose to leave her rather than risk himself getting that angry again. But those words had crept into his mind and wouldn’t leave. His parties and clubs and even his writing didn’t mean as much anymore, not when so many greater things were at work, for good or evil.

Dor has not decided which side he would choose, if he had to. He’s always believed that his own compass of right or wrong is the only one that matters, whether it be killing his own brother, killing to survive as a vampire or stealing. It certainly seems that if Brenna was right, it might be wisest to choose the darker side in the great battle of good and evil…

Sample Post:
Some people didn’t like to hear about blood or killing, about death or darkness, but Dor had never been bothered by any of it. Death was a part of life and killing was too. He’d taken a knife to his own brother when he was barely sixteen years old and never felt sorry about it.

Being a vampire suited Dor, even in the changed world. He had an advantage over all of the scared survivors out there, not only in his hundred or so years of hard-earned knowledge and wisdom, but in his ruthlessness. He had no problem surviving, even if it meant killing another.

Dor stood, leaned against a building in the shadows, watching people walk by. There was one he’d watch for, one he was interested in… this Danae. Yes, he was very interested in that one…


First secret line? Lying next to you, in silent lucidity...
And the last rule? Master of illusion, can you realize...

Lovely app....can't wait to see him in action.