Damon Salvatore

[PLAYER]

NAME: Zeb
ACTIVE TIMES/PACE: GMT+3
BRACKETS/PROSE: Either
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS: None

[OOC]

BACKTAGGING: Yes.
THREADHOPPING: Yes.
FOURTHWALLING: Contact me OOCly first
SHIPPING: If we can take our time with CR, or if established in canon, sure.
CANON POINT: I like him somewhere around Season 2/3, where he’s starting to try and be a good person, but still kinda terrible at it. But I’m willing to play him from different points, just let me know.


[IC]

PHYSICAL AFFECTION: Go for it, Damon’s a flirt.
PHYSICAL VIOLENCE: Damon loves the sound of his own voice, he’ll heckle and insult before resorting to violence, but when things do turn ugly, he’ll quite happily dive in. That said, he doesn’t really get off on violence and he’s more likely to go for a quick neck snap, or the infinitely bloodier heart-ripped-out-of-chest. As a vampire he’s faster and stronger than regular humans, and he can hold his own against many supernatural creatures.
ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS: Damon is bisexual. He’s open to short term, casual relationships that range from ‘just for blood’ to ‘we fuck every few decades when we run into each other’. When he falls, he falls hard. Case in point Katherine, whom he spent 100 years obsessed with, and Elena, whom he spends most of the series obsessed with.
FRIENDSHIPS: Damon develops close, meaningful friendships occasionally. Some even come as close as family. These are less common and would need some solid CR to develop. Most people (humans especially) he keeps at arm’s length.
INJURING/KILLING: See below re: magical weaknesses. Can be killed by wooden stake, beheading and fire. Contact OOCly first.
YOUR CHARACTER'S POWERS: As a vampire can be immune, but equally has in universe weaknesses. Contact OOCly first.
DAMON'S POWERS: Damon is a vampire, He has super-speed, super-healing. // Allergy to vervain. Injuries from wooden implements (stakes, bullets) heal slowly unless removed. A werewolf bite is fatal. Without his ring he burns in sunlight.
COMPULSION: Damon can compel people to do his bidding, but drinking/eating/touching vervain gives an immunity. Superpowered characters can be immune. When I use compulsion in threads I usually treat it like an action (e.g. Damon attempted to compel) with the option for it to fail, and I'll go over it OOCly beforehand.
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS: Katherine. None

[FIRST IMPRESSIONS]

VISUAL: Damon is tall and toned. He prefers dark colours: black boots, black jeans, black shirt, black leather jacket. He appears in his mid-twenties “the eternal stud”, but is in fact 160 years old.
AURAL: Damon has a pleasantly low voice that he rarely raises in anger. Sarcasm is far more his style.
DEMEANOR: Damon is, at heart, an asshole. He’s sarcastic, a shit stirrer, and a wind up. He plays with his food, he pisses off his friends and let’s not get started on how he treats his brother. The usual reaction to Damon is attraction (come on, just look at him) soon followed by distaste, disgust, or outright dislike, depending on how vicious he gets once he opens his mouth. Those with flexible morals may well find him amusing, after all, he’s usually making a joke, it just might be at your character’s expense. Despite that, he’s honest more often than not. He doesn’t usually lie to save anyone’s feelings, he’ll be the one to say the ugly truths. When he’s out to kill, he uses his powers to intimidate and inflict fear. Outside of those times, his motto is ‘snatch, eat, erase’. His victims are likely to wake up satisfied and sore, not traumatised. When he wants to be (when he gets something out of it) he can be charming. This will often go too far, into sleazy territory, he’s got a big ego, sometimes he’s just too satisfied by himself.

INFO: Here

PICSPAM
( under the cut )

The day had dawned as bright and sunny as every single day for the past month. A perfect, brilliant, blue-sky day in hell. Golden sunlight filtered through the curtains, shafting across the kitchen, picking out the grain on the wooden cabinetry, the sparkle in the marble countertops.

Damon began the day with pancakes. By now, a month of the same day on repeat, he'd perfected his technique. Each pancake was perfectly round, each flipped with a perfect flex of the wrist, each cooked to a perfect golden brown. This time he'd made them scattered with blueberries. What could be better than blueberry pancakes? Pancakes were easy. Pancakes were reliable. You mixed the ingredients, you got what you wanted. He'd never bothered making them back home, what an oversight, why hadn't he-- but no. He released a caught breath. He wasn't thinking about home.

He slid the pancakes into a stack on a plate and began to spray two eyes, then a smiling mouth, but the cream stuttered and spat, leaving the grin lopsided. Damon scowled, shook the can and tried again. Now the smile was gap toothed. Ruined. His grip on the can tightened. Irritation curled through him, like a wave threatening to crest. The can buckled in his grip, the metal squeaking as it collapsed. The noise brought him back to himself.

He took a deep breath. It was just pancakes. No point getting angry over pancakes. He raised his head, brought his hand back and flung the empty can in a perfect arc, straight into the trash.

"And Salvatore once again makes a perfect shot. That makes it ten for ten, in this, the most exiting basketball game of the decade."

Damon turned back to the counter and picked up the whisky decanter that had taken up permanent position by the hob. He took a swig, then another. The familiar burn wasn't enough to entirely wash the irritation away. He could throw the whisky across the room as well... He put the bottle back down heavily. The glass clunking against the countertop. But that would be losing control, and he was not losing control. He was keeping it together. Oh yeah. So together.

He smelt burning.