𝐢 ) a writing blog for " 𝑫𝑨𝑿 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑮𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑹𝒀 " , a private & 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 original character . featuring original lore , inspired by various origins . 〔 𝙴𝚂𝚃. 𝙽𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸 〕 .
¹ 𝖣𝖮𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖤𝖱 , ² 𝖯𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖳 & ³ 𝖲𝖯𝖮𝖳𝖨𝖥𝖸 .
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NAME . . . dax jaxon montgomery . AGE . . . 17 22 - 25 . IDENTITY . . . pansexual , cis male . ( he + his ) SPECIES . . . vampyr . OCCUPATION . . . singer + lead guitarist of bitter pulse . LANGUAGES . . . english and some latin . FACECLAIM . . . rudy pankow .
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tw : parental loss , murder , gore , blood .
&̳ . . . seventeen years of life on the bayou , ripped away within the matter of seconds . torn to shreds and laying at his feet , begging for help , begging to be saved , begging him to run , to do anything but stand there and watch . he couldn’t move though , stuck in a trance that forbad it . compelled by a creature far beyond his age . he doesn’t remember being bitten , yet he remembers everything else in such horrific detail .
the authorities finally show and the sight of something that should only be in horror movies causes them to become sick as they stare at this teenage boy covered in his parents blood and guts . he’s speechless as to what happened , the trauma of it all sinking deep down into once fragile bones .
the hunger that courses through his body is unlike any he’s ever felt before . how could he be hungry after everything he just witnessed ? yet nothing the officers give him while trying to question him about the details of the night seem to tame it . he’s released under false pretenses that somebody is at home waiting for him , but he didn’t have anybody now . forever an orphan now . he spends the rest of the night attempting to eat his feelings , trying his best to get a grip of his hunger yet nothing worked .
a knock of the door echoes in empty house … a stranger standing on the opposite side , yet as he creaks the door open the stranger greets him by his name . who were they and how did they know his name ? it’s almost like the stranger could read his thoughts because they inform him that they’re not here to harm him , but to help him through his transition . transition ? what were they talking about ? hours are spent in the doorway of his childhood house , quiet whispers of lore that he thought was only in fairytale books but was now apparently part of his life . a big part at that .
the sun starts to rise and flesh begins to burn , realizing that everything this stranger had told him was the truth and that he only had twenty four hours to complete his transition or else he would ultimately die . that’s when another stranger appears , the first one beckoning the other as if it was a pet . little did he know it was actually going to be his first meal . once allowing both strangers into his house is when things begin to escalate , blood being drawn from the human in a matter of seconds as nails drag along such sensitive skin . the urge to tell the stranger to stop hurting the other was strong , oh but how his hunger was even stronger . as he inched closer to the stranger , canines grew into fangs which sunk into human flesh far too easily . the sweet yet metallic taste coated his mouth and he couldn’t stop himself from draining the human dry . the stranger looked far too pleased for his liking , claiming they would take care of the body and be on their way .
dax’s body trembled , yet it’s never felt stronger . he’d just killed somebody ….. within twenty four hours of his own parents being killed . the guilt was setting in , the stranger noticed once they were about to leave and mentioned one little thing he could do . turn of his humanity . he didn’t believe it was possible , yet he was tired of all this pain and guilt he felt .
so that’s just what he did , he turned it off …. for years .
it’s been five years , five years of being this creature that had no humanity . he’s in a very popular band now and is even best friends with the lead singer who just so happens to be a whole different type of creature . five years of discovering himself without the need of emotions , yet something small within him yearns for it .
