DELFINO, adam thanatos

[Adam Thanatos Delfino]

I go by (ninja), and my time zone is (east coast). I found this site by (invitation). You can contact me (pm).

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Adam Thanatos Delfino.

AGE:

22. I'm a youngin', no?

GENDER:

He is a dude.

SEXUALITY:

Straight, for the most part.

SPECIES:

Human Newborn vampire.

NATIONALITY:

American, born in the southern states.

OCCUPATION:

Voodoo practitioner & animal control officer

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

Don't get him wrong, though he may be small, tall, slender... That kind of figure... He does have some muscle. It might not be anything huge or anything but he has some. A small six pack and some defined biceps... But his body frame is on the smaller side. His hair is a mix between light brown and dark' mostly a milk chocolate color, like a Hershey's bar. His eyes are very light brown with some blue hue in it, mainly by the iris. Kind of like the ocean - both water and sand in his eyes. His skin was peach-pale considering he wasn't much of an outside guy but since he got turned into a vampire, his skin had gotten a little lighter. The man wears whatever pleases him, except for his work uniform - now that is mandatory.

CELEB CLAIM:

Joseph Morgan.

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

Adam is a complex individual let us say. He is an independent man who likes to be his own person, so bossing him around would not work. But you know there are exceptions like with work and parents... But that is it. He will only do what friends ask if they deserve it. He is a nice guy with a crude outer exterior so people often assume sometimes with him when he's quiet. He tends to be by himself more so now than before. Before he was a vampire the man was much more outgoing and out there. Now it's the opposite more or less but slowly he is coming out of his shell. Due to being an abandoned vampire he has more animistic urges such as possessive nature, territorial... With things that he deems is his. The man is a jealous type so he often over-reacts or the most common thing he does: close himself off and away form everyone. That's right, this stubborn individual becomes more of a recluse and the quiet type in the back plotting revenge or just pouting away. He's a good guy just has some issues.

LIKES:

Southern traditions such as voodoo and hoodoo. Witchcraft and Wicca beliefs. Buffy. Money. Being adored. Being praised. Being loved. His job. The darkness and night. Blood. Feeling free and having no worries.

DISLIKES:

Competition. Other people being around Buffy. Not being able to have children or reproduce. Being a vampire. Feeling alone. He kind of hates people. Macs - they're useless things. Werewolves - bias genetics here. Racism. Non-believers or doubting Thomas figures.

SECRETS:

He is a white man in a black family - born wiht the voodoo and witchcraft roots. Also, his species.

FEARS:

Not getting what he wants (a girl or whatever). The sunlight and having no cover for it. Being hunted down or killed for what he is.

DREAMS:

To have some sort of heir. Though with his new genetics now, that is impossible.

STRENGTHS:

His endurance. Heightened sense of smell. Strength itself. Strategy. Memory.

WEAKNESSES:

Closes off when things get sour. Jealous. Grumpy. Sunlight and holy water. Buffy.

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

Normal. That was what I was. I was a normal baby born from two normal people in the normal town of Baton Rouge, Lousiana. I was born into a, what I deemed was a normal lifestyle. Old myths and traditions still rung strong in these parts so hoodoo, voodoo, and rituals ran amuck in the place. However, I knew not of them. Not until my parents died. They went to New Orleans and never returned. Our neighbors, the Baker's, took me in when I was still a baby. They became my parents from then on out. I had a sister around the same age as me, a little older, but we were inceperable. I still kept my parents last name out of respect for them, but it was in that household I learned about the other side... When I was ten, I was already a participant, and an experienced one at this time. Rituals, voodoo, hoodoo, and you name it – my parents, the Bakers, taught me eveyrthing they knew. So I knew at a young age that ghosts and spirits existed... Just those things. I grew up rather normal, however. Besides that, everything else was normal. My life is normal...

When I was seventeen, my parents decided to move to New Jersey for a better job, but made promise to always visit their roots and such down here in Louisiana. So, we all moved to New Jersey by the time I was eighteen – took them a while to get everything organized and ready to go. My sister at that time was going to school in New York and I was searching for a school to go into. Soon enough I found a school, though what I wanted to go into, I had no idea. It was in one of these classes that I met a lovely girl. Her name was Buffy. At first I made fun of her – calling the the Vampire slayer and all... But we started to become friends. I was a little rough around the edges, but once you get me to smile or get on my good side, I was smiles all around. We were like my sister and I; inseparable.

It wasn't until she got a job or mentioned the job she had. Babysitting some guy's kids. Automatically I thought of competition, so like any fool, I wanted to try to win her back over. Spend more time with me, not him. So, with my roots and what I was born into, I pulled out a book, and gathered a lot of herbs and ingredients – which in the city were hard to find but I managed. It was in my basement in my own House (thanks, mom and dad) that I did a ritual. I asked the spirits to make it so that Everett did not need Buffy anymore. Did not want her. However I wasn't specific. Not too long later, a week or two tops, his wife was on the news – dying. He did not need Buffy anymore, but his children did. I was appalled...

Buffy spent more time with him now than ever. Well not him, but his kids. I was furious and mad and kind of stayed away from her for a bit – worried that I might spill out what I did. No one knew of my roots... Well, except that I was born in the south and had a little accent. That was it. Buffy and I were still friends but we didn't talk much and every time we wanted to hang, the other seemed busy. However after some weeks of kind of ignoring her, I started to get back into her life – claiming school got the better of me. Still I kept that secret to myself. What I had done was unspeakable... It was all my fault. But this was what normal people did, right? Right?

I worked at my parents store. It was one of those Wicca, pagan, and other spiritual stores that stole religions items as well as a lot of other trinkets. Income was good, though not enough to expand, but they didn't want to expand anyways. We did seances and other stuff in the back room and sold more than what we put out on shelves. I got my degree a year early at twenty-one, but didn't really use it for what I wanted to be. However, it did come in handy for me to be an animal control officer. I had the night shift since the team of us split. Two teams in the morning and two at night; working nearly up to twelve hours at times.

Buffy... Her and I were still friends, good friends, but one day I totally broke everything off. I was closing up the store since my parents had to leave and forgot to. So I did. I was still on the job and when I got it locked up, I got a call. Hoarder down on Jefferson. I got back into the vehicle and went back out there. I was the only man there. With the law on my side I went to the door and before I knocked, it opened... I thought because of the wind. I walked inside and I didn't see any animals though a person sitting in a chair with blood all around them. When I walked closer, I saw the animals... All dead in a corner... Then... Everything moved so fast I don't remember much. I was bitten and the pain ran throughout my body. I was left on the floor, bloody and hurting... Alone.

In the morning... I found out I was nor normal.

I struggled. Suffered. Learned the hard way and didn't know what was going on until it was almost too late. I could only move at night. Everything was heightened... And I got possessive around things that I claimed were mine. I cut off all ties from everyone. Buffy, my sister, my parents... I took paid vacation days and normal vacation days at work saying I caught something really bad after my trip back down south. It was a believable lie. I killed... So many people through those two-ish weeks to a month that I kept to myself. Buffy called and I kept ignoring. I ignored everyone. New, abandoned, confused... I was now a non-normal person, living in Essex, New Jersey...

FAMILY LIFE:

Margret – unknown, human, mother.
Sean – unknown, human, father.

Lashanda – alive, human, adoptive mother.
Deyonte – alive, human, adoptive father.
Tesha – alive, human, adoptive sister.

OTHER:

He's the one white guy in a black family. LOL.

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