[hider=Drake Delores] [CENTER][SUB][COLOR=cecece]Drake Delores ◄ 28 ▎ MALE ▎ HEIGHT 5'9" ►[/COLOR][/SUB][/CENTER] [Img]https://i.pinimg.com/1200x/17/ae/57/17ae57ebc4527cfa836729d42938a6bf.jpg[/img] [SUB][COLOR=cecece]P R O F I L E[/COLOR][/SUB] [color=a8a8a8] Being a vampire has changed Drake from a jovial and friendly guy to be much more stand-offish and gruff. He tends to stay stoic when he can, but when blood or answers are involved, he becomes an exceptionally excitable individual. The few 'friends' Drake has left get to see the 'good' in him. Deep dow,n Drake is just a scared young man lashing out in fear. To those close to him, he is loyal, compromising, and a solid confidant. To others, he's a bloodthirsty maniac. In situations where he is in danger, Drake is a surprisingly cunning foe. Cowardly by nature, he prefers ambushes and rushes down before quickly fleeing if he can't make a clean kill. In situations where he had been cornered, expect the actions of a trapped fox, lashing out like a feral beast. At his heart, Drake is sweet, but vampirism has a way of tainting even the most kind of souls.. [/color] [SUB][COLOR=cecece]D A Y S - G O N E[/COLOR][/SUB] [color=a8a8a8] Drake grew up in a rough household. His family was disjointed and poor, and Drake learned to stay out of the house to keep his parents's ire away from him. He was raised by the streets, learning many hard lessons. Eventually, his rebellious teen phase led him down a life of crime. Selling drugs, minor thefts, and plenty of other petty crimes helped him get the things he wanted. As he grew older, he grew bolder and his crimes grew more in intensity. Muggings, pickpocketing and burglary were quickly added to the list. Drake's family abandoned him after he was sent to prison for his crimes and he spent three years trying to reform. As a young adult of 23, fresh out of prison, he decided to change his ways. Drake moved away from his hometown, found a job as a janitor and tried to keep his head down in his dingy new apartment. Being alone was torture, and the pain of poverty slowly crept back into his life. Finally, after his car broke down on him he grew desperate and once again returned to a life of crime. Unfortunately for him it was short lived. In an attempted mugging gone wrong, Drake quickly learned about the supernatural. His target, which appeared to be a rough and ragged man using an atm in an isolated spot was not as defenceless as Drake had expected. When Drake pulled a knife on the man, they where on him in a flash, biting his neck. In Drake's last moments of life he fought with his quickly draining strength, clawing and thrashing in vain. When he awoke, the man he had attacked stood before him, blood still smeared across his mouth. They quickly explained what had happened, the embrace, and the hunger Drake was feeling. Then, they left in a flash before Drake could ask any further questions. Lost in the hunger of a fresh embrace, Drake tasted blood for the first time in his life. The act horrified him, and he fled from town that very night, afraid of being caught and afraid of harming anyone he knew. With his car still broken down, he moved on foot, hitchhiking when he could but never staying around for long. Drake spent the next year traveling the country, hunting for prey in the woods and countryside in an attempt to save himself from ever drinking human blood again. He spent nights in any shelter he could find: rest stop bathrooms, caves, barns, anything. When he made it to Riverside, he looked as ragged as he felt. The local Gangrels found him quickly, angry that he had entered their territory unannounced. They asked him the titular question: "How many winters?" and when he gave them his answer, they took him in. Drake found no kinship in those who trained and cared for him, though. They encouraged him to lose his heart, to give in to the beast's call and become like them. Undead hunters of the night. Warriors of the Anarchs. Drake disliked the constant sparring and beatings they called lessons, as well as the camaraderie. Still, they kept him fed and taught him to form his claws so he keeps a polite relationship. [/color] [SUB][COLOR=cecece]C L A N[/COLOR][/SUB] [color=a8a8a8] Gangrel [/color] [SUB][COLOR=cecece]M E M O R I E S[/COLOR][/SUB] [color=a8a8a8] TBD[/color] [SUB][COLOR=cecece]D E M E A N O U R[/COLOR][/SUB] [color=a8a8a8] Loner Drake may act as if he is too good for his kindred and use smarm and snide remarks to lash out for others. Deep down though his humanity is still intact and he wants nothing more than to do as little harm as he possibly can. He drinks from animals and blood bags, doing anything he can to never taste fresh human blood. He tries not to engage in human politics and crime unless nessecary and mostly keeps to himself. The less he engages with the world of vampires or humans the less collateral purely for his existence. He tends to try to endure punishment when he can and while it may make him seem like a groveling fledgling or an apethetic monster, he truly just does not want to esculate. [/color] [SUB][COLOR=cecece]N A T U R E[/COLOR][/SUB] [color=a8a8a8] Survivor Drake detest the vampiric fallacy that their humanity is a weakness. He clings to it and strives over anything to find a cure. He refuses to debase himself to the rituals and society when he can, and just wants his old crummy life. Even with every sign and older vampire telling him that there is no hope he would do anything to escape his curse. [/color] [SUB][COLOR=cecece]D I S C I P L I N E[/COLOR][/SUB] [color=a8a8a8] Protean (level two): Eyes of the beast, Feral claws Fortitude (level 1): Resilience [/color][/hider]