Lucifer Joji Vasiler

Unlucky | Humanitarian | Vampire
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art by DigitalPopsicle

About

Basic Information

NAME	Lucifer Joji Vasiler	GENDER	x
ORIENTATION	Male	ALIASES	Lu, Luci
WEIGHT	120	HEIGHT	5'5
AGE	25	PLAYLIST	x

Design Notes

Lucifer has heterochromia, right eye being green and the other being blue. The green eye turns red when he is losing control of himself.
Lucifer's fangs are extra sharp due to not using them to bite into skin. They are also pristine and white, unlike other vampires whoes fangs are bloodstained.
Lucifer has scars all over his body, especially on his back, wrists and ankles. The most prommminent one is a bite scar from his sire on his shoulder.
Lucifer normally wears his hair in a death-hawk. He will occasionally cut his hair into a shorter mohawk, or grow it out and style it in tight braids.
Lucifer enjoys a gothic aesthetic and dresses accordingly. He will sometimes dawn gothic makeup.
Lucifer's tongue is split.

Abilities/Misc

Lucifer was kidnapped and turned at the age of eight. Because of this, he refuses to drink human blood. Instead he chooses live off animal blood.
Lucifer has the ability to manipulate his own blood and make it into a weapon. Despite being forced to leaarn how to use it by White, he's not the best at using his blood ability outside of creating claws and shooting it from his hand in needle like darts. He has been known to use his blood as an armor. The only downside to this being he cannot put the blood he has used back into his body. He must drink blood to replenish himself.
His name is Lucifer because he changed it in defiance of his sire. He was beaten into forgetting his human name, and his sire attempted to give him the name Malice. As soon as he got away from White, he changed his first and last name and now refuses to respond to anything but Lucifer.

Personality

Lucifer tends to be quiet and withdrawn. Due to his traumatic past, he is antisocial, awkward and has a hard time making friends to to his inability to socialize. He has deep seeded trust issues, and takes a lot of time to warm up to people. Because of his paranoia about his sire returning to take him back, he stays away from vampires and gravitates more to humans. He has a few close friends and people he sees as family, who he lets his guard down with. His coworkers are also starting to see him relaxing more and become more outgoing. Though outside of the bar he works at he makes no efforts to go out. He has become a rather independent vampire, but has a very tough time asking for help. While most would prefer to spend time outside of their homes on their off time, Lucifer enjoys quiet nights at home, mostly in solitude.Lucifer hates confrontation, which heavily conflicts with his need to be more defiant in the face of oppression. So much so that he will actively avoid situations that put him in a position to fight especially if it involves standing up for himself. Even so, Lucifer is protective of the people he is close to, and if he believes they are in danger he will defend them. Though when it comes to violence, Lucifer becomes scared and shies away. This normally comes down to people coming to his aid.

Because of his broken childhood Lucifer is rather innocent. He finds a lot of his happiness in collecting stuffed animals, watching cartoons and drawing. His art skills are excellent and he takes pride in all of his drawings. Though he's never shown them to anyone in fear he would be judged or told to stop.

Preferences

Likes

Cats
His job as a human friendly bar
His stuffed skelanimal Ridley

Dislikes

Killing, especially humans
Drinking human blood
Moth other vampires

Summary

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Past

I don't remember much of my past before I was taken and turned by my sire White. I remember a small house that was just big enough for mom, dad and I. Sweet smells always came from the kitchen. I think mom used to bake, or she owned a small business out of the house. I have a few memories left of people coming in and out with boxes of food. I don't remember dad too well. He must have had a job that had him out of the house most days. But weekends were for all of us. The rest is really fuzzy. I was only eight when I was taken and White tried really hard to erase all of my memories from my human family.

The last night I saw my parents alive, however, still gives me nightmares from time to time. I remember that like it was yesterday. We were all having dinner cause it was... I think dad's birthday. Mom made an ice cream cake and was just about to light the candles when someone knocked on the door. We hadn't planned on having any guests that night. The party was planned for the weekend, there was a mockup of the invite on the fridge. Dad went to investigate. I remember wanting to follow him, but mom said no. There were sounds of a struggle, and mom said to hide so I crawled into the cabinet under the sink. I heard arguing, then screams. Blood splattered all over the kitchen. Dad was killed first. White made him into an unrecognizable mess. He then backed mom into the kitchen and after he was done draining her of blood he ripped off her head. I must have made a noise because he found me pretty quick after that. The last thing I remember is a lot pf pain, and then blackness.

I don't know how long I'd been out, but when I woke up the pain was gone. I was chained to a wall in White's basement, left in the dark and still in the bloody clothing I was in when he took me. When he came down that night he was accompanied by someone who looked to be about my age, maybe a few years older than me. His name was Dalise, and White told me he was my brother for when I come around and am ready to accept them as family. At that time I had no idea what that meant. I mean I was just a scared kid who just wanted to go home. I didn't know what was going on. But they both left me there for almost a week screaming for my family before my voice finally stopped making sound at all.

I guess my silence brought White down again, and this time he had a small girl with him. She smelled do good, and I remember suddenly being really hungry. That was the first time he let me down and all I remember were her screams. They still haunt me... But when I came to I was covered with her blood. I tasted her in my mouth... But her face. Her face was frozen in fear as she lay there just looking at me. I hated what I saw, and that was the point I decided I never wanted to touch human blood again. Even though White praised me for my brutality, I never wanted to kill again.

White tried to get me to feed normally from humans, bringing someone down every night for me. When I refused he beat me, sometimes whipped me or even stabbed me.... Anything he could do to hurt me he did it. He would then starve me for weeks, keeping me chained up in that basement with nothing but the company of a few rats. They died at the hands of my sire soon enough. Sometimes Dalise would come down and check on me. He was always a welcome sight, so kind and caring. Sometimes he snuck the keys and let me down from where I hung. He was good company until White caught him and took him away... I never knew what happened, but when. White punished him for being good to me he was gone for a long time. Then there was trying to force me to accept my tormentor as my new family. Every time I called for my mom and dad he would beat me more. Eventually I did start to forget, but I never accepted him as anything by a monster.

I think at least a year went by and nothing changed, he still abused me, and I still refused to drink human blood until he forced me to kill. Though, things got worse when he discovered that I had inherited his blood manipulating ability. His abuse only got worse after that. He wanted me to bleed so he could force me to use the ability. He would use his own blood against me until I was nearly on the brink of death. By that point he would just let me lay there weak from bloodloss and starvation. Due to this, I never learned to control myself when he brought down someone for me to feed from. In fast, I started to lose more control of myself around human blood to the point where I would go feral. White enjoyed watching me rip humans apart. So much so that it was almost a sport to him. Torturing a child just to watch him murder humans because he had no other choice than to give into his instincts. That was my life for years.

Dalise never gave up on sneaking in to see me though. He would comfort me when he got the chance, and nurse my wounds when they didn't heal. He was the only thing I looked forward to while I was stranded in that dingy basement, unable to leave. I accepted him as my brother only because he treated me as such. We became close behind White's back, and I never blamed Dalise for the abuse for a second. It wasn't his fault and I knew there was nothing my older brother could do to stop it. But every time he got caught there would be worse punishments for me, and he would be gone for months. Though in gaining an attachment for him, I was able to feel his life. That never faded even when we were apart. It always brought me hope that I would see him again.

More years passed, and I had learned to control my blood with a few flaws, but enough to be able to cut the chains White had me in and escape. It had been a night when White was out of the house. I had learned his schedule by now, and he always went out on the same nights until dawn then he returned. Those nights I knew the house was empty, as he took Dalise with him as well now so he wouldn't come to see me. As more time passed I started to see less and less of my brother. The night I finally gathered the courage to escape was the night that changed me forever. I broke my chains and got out of the basement. I had never seen the house, but at this point I didn't care, I just wanted out.

I don't remember how far I ran, or for how long. Though I eventually found a place to hide from the sun in an abandoned house. I knew White wouldn't come to find me in the daytime, so I was safe. For the first time in a long time I slept easy knowing that I wouldn't have to spend the daytime hours being hurt. I woke up soon after the sun set and moved on. I had to keep running. I had to keep going to stay out of White's grasp. I got to a gas station where a bus was filling up. While the driver's back was turned I climbed on and hid in the back seats. It was easy back then, and who was going to throw a thirteen year old kid out of a bus alone? Either way, I stayed on that bus until I felt like I was far away enough from that hell.

I ended up getting off almost at dawn at another gas station by some farmland. I found a barn filled with cattle to stay in just in time for the sun to rise. I knew I was stuck in there, but it was warm and the straw in an empty stall was better than sleeping on a dirty floor. The next night I woke up hungry and desperate for food. My senses were all coming back after having been dulled by my capture. The cows, I could smell their blood and it smelled good. It's not my proudest moment in the least, but you never really know how tough a cows hide really is until you try to bite into it. Needless to say the ruckus caused by my attempts alerted the farmers. I nearly got a shotgun to the face had the wife not stopped him. They took me in, and actually gave me the blood from one of their cattle. For the first time in what felt like forever I could feel my thirst quench. I wasn't starving. The farmers said I could stay as long as I helped around the place and I gladly agreed. For the first time since my turning I was given my own bed, allowed to clean up and even given some handmedown clothing from their son who had unfortunately died in an accident. Herb and Grace became my new family.

I spent a few years living with Grace and Herb until I was old enough to live on my own. They treated me like their son, and even created a machine that could extract blood from their cattle without causing too much damage to them and put it in bottles. This became my saving grace, as I never had to drink human blood again. While I could never get my childhood back, I was taught so many things that I feel my parents would have taught me. I learned how to ride a horse from Herb. Grace taught me how to cook human food, and while I couldn't eat it, it was nice to be able to learn such a skill. I was taught how to ride a bike, read and write, and other basice skills that I would need for when I was on my own. Of course I helped with the cows and learned how to take care of them.

I was eighteen when I moved into the big city of Chicago just an hour away from the farm. I got my first apartment with Grace's help and started living on my own. With the help of one of my neighbors I got a job at a place called Good Luck, a human friendly bar just down the street. I started out as a night dish boy, and worked my way up to wait staff. I'm even learning how to tend bar. I'm finally living comfortably. I still think about Dalise from time to time.

Present

Relationships

Dalise
[Brother and Lover]

Dalise and Lucifer go as far back as Lucifer's turning. They were kidnapped and turned by the same vampire making them 'brothers in turning'. Lucifer always accepted Dalise as his brother, and enjoyed his company when he came around. Dalise was always a comfort for Lucifer when they were little, and when Lucifer ran away he missed him deerly. Years later Dalise found Lucifer again and they decided to run away from White together and make a life for themselves.

Incest Ahead!

In the time that Dalise and Lucifer were living with each other after having reunited, they discovered that there were more feelings for each other than just being brothers. For a long time Dalise had chalked up the strong feelings to just brotherly love for Lucifer, but after a lot of thought he recognized that these feelings were far more than that. Dalise had been the first to bring it up, as he was more bold about it than Lucifer. It didn't take too long for both to realize they'd had these feelings for a long time and couldn't see each other with anyone else. The two quickly entered into a more intamite and lover like relationship.

NAME
[friend]

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