Damien Death



Name: Dr. Damien Death

Real Name: Devlin Blacke (Unknown information)

Race: Vampire (Clan Lasombra)

Alignment: Heel

Age: Unknown, earliest records indicate 1000 years or more (born in 894 AD)

Height: 6'11”

Weight: 328 lbs.

Style:
Whatever suits his mood, however tends to favor a combination of a Hardcore style and Technical, though he can perform highflying and pure power as the need may present itself

Signature Moves:
Darkside Superkick, Chokeslam, Sharpshooter, Clothesline From Hell, Big Boot, Heart Punch Finishing Moves: Final Death (Sitout crucifix powerbomb), The Oubliette (Dragon Sleeper), The Reckoning (Super RKO or Elevated RKO)

Current Titles Held: None

DWF Titles Held:
DWF Hardcore Championship (1)

CCW Titles Held: CCW World Championship (1), CCW Tag Team Championship (1)

Other Titles held: CWF World Heavyweight Title
(1), CWF IC Champion (1), CWF Darkweight Champion
(1), CWF Hardcore Champion (1), CWF Tag Team Champion
(2), CWF Internet Champion (1) Current Stable: The Syndicate (Leader)

Special Notes:
Weapon Specialties : Damien is proficient in all forms of Modern Weaponry, As well as swords, daggers, crossbows, long and short bows, warhammers, and most weapons of the Orient.

Disciplines:
Damien has reached complete Mastery over the following disciplines: Obtenebration, Potence, Dominate, Celerity, Fortitude, Protean He knows abilities from the following Disciplines: Chimerstry (near mastery), Dementation, Quietus, Obfuscate, Thaumaturgy, Auspex, and Daimonian

Special Weapons:
Crow's Claw: This Katana is forged of a black steel and according to Carbon Dating has existed well before Damien has been alive. The blade, despite its size and indestructible framework, is very light weight. The blade itself is laced with a series of runes, when wielded they glow. When they strike an opponent, the blade renders the struck area useless for a deal of time. It also has a failsafe; anyone other than Damien attempting to wield the blade will find themselves attacked by the blade itself, sent flying back into a wall, or any other number of nasty things. The blade comes to Damien via shadow portals upon his summons.

Akbar's Whip: This weapon is a whip, which outside of it's wolf shaped pommel bears no remarkable appearance, however this whip is attuned with Damien's blood and while in his hands acts as a strong focal point of the discipline Quietus. Damien also had a mage ally make him a more specially designed whip of black leather and a gold pommel with the wolves’ head, which has the same abilities as Akbar's whip, in addition to the use of other Disciplines. Archons Hammer: Damien stole this weapon from his sire after diablorizing him. He has had several enchantments placed on it to prevent others from using it. This War hammer acts as a focus for the bulk of his Disciplines in a similar way to the specially crafted whip.

Known History:

Little is known about Damien Death. No one really knows how old he is, or his true goals. What is known is that he is an individual that few would trifle with and get out of the altercation without some form of permanent injury.

Damien has links to an organization known as the Syndicate which he runs, in addition to his high ranking within the Vampire Sect known as The Sabbat. Over the centuries, Damien has amassed a great wealth of scientific knowledge, as well as honed his own unique style of Submission and Technical skills mixed with a brawling/Hardcore style. He has also become very well learned in the black arts, having a limited amount of Magicks at his disposal. Damien is an expert swordsman, with mastery in both Eastern and Western styles of swordsmanship. He wields numerous swords, Including: the mystical Crow’s Claw Blade, A sword only he may wield; a pair of Katana, one a black handled adorned with the head of a wolf with ruby eyes, the other white, with the head of a dragon and emerald eyes. The Exact Natures of these swords remain shrouded in mystery; A collection of Reverse Blade katanas, one which he has taken a great favor to which is crafted from a specially designed silver.

Damien has, over the course of his career led numerous factions to success: The New World Order, The Wolfpac, The Syndicate (Which he is leading in its current incarnation as well), The Riders of The Storm. Each group held many wars with several other stables and more often than not, no matter the federation the war was held in, Damien’s teams would come out on top.

Damien’s skills in the ring are visible by the titles held. He became the first individual wrestler in the ranks of the CWF to hold the World, Intercontinental, and Darkweight titles at the same time. He was one half of the original Tag Team Champions, The Insiders, and had regained those belts alongside his son Raven. He took the Hardcore ranks to a new level, having matches that are legendary in their brutality. Some of his career Highlight matches include the Dagger Match with his daughter Charon (In which he killed his daughter) as well as the faction war match, The War Games.

His arrival in DWF originally was to be under the role of Vice President, effectively the second in command. In an outward appearance, Damien seemed very supportive of the organization; however it was very quickly apparent that Damien eventually no longer wanted to remain behind the scenes. After a brief hiatus, Damien returned, this time with a different agenda. He quickly made his move against Kalysto, and defeated the Bad Girl for the DWF Hardcore Championship. It was not long after before Damien set his sights on other targets, namely Jack Breaker.

Unknown/Secret History:

In the year of our Lord 894 AD, I was born to the leaders of a small village in the lands now known as Germany. I was trained at an early age in the arts of battle, to protect and lead my people against raiders, and to lead in raids against our enemies. By my 25th birthday however, things took a drastic change as I went on a hunt, and was never able to return. I took my men with me into the woods to hunt for food. I took six of our greatest hunters with me. We were confident that nothing posed a threat to us on our trip. We were wrong. It attacked in the night while we slept. The beast ripped apart the men I called brother, leaving me to myself. Its blood red eyes tracked my movements. Finally, we lunged at one another. I swiped at it with my blade, slicing it across the chest, but not without taking a near fatal wound. I allowed myself to become overwhelmed by a blood lust and still fought toe to toe with the demon until I collapsed from exhaustion. I felt a bite on my throat and my life being drained away. I then felt a thick warm liquid pass through my lips, drinking it in involuntarily. That was the night that I was no longer human. My life had ended, and Devlin was born.

I awoke to find myself inside a cottage with a strong jawed yet rather thin man looking down at me. The look in his eyes told me all I needed to know. This man was the demon I had faced, and who had taken my life from me. He called himself Archon, and I stayed with him for several centuries, learning from him, mastering my newfound powers quickly. He taught me how to become like the wolves of legends, to assume forms of mist, to make my flesh as hard as granite, how to control the minds of men, and how I could move swifter than mortal man. I learned the arts of Shadow Manipulation, How to make mortal men lose their minds. As much as I despised Archon, I had stayed with him long enough to learn of our kind and how to use my abilities perfectly. I remained with the bastard only long enough to learn all he could teach me before I finally destroyed and devoured his power, adding it to my own.

I took my leave; my haven was no longer safe due to discovery by Archon's screams. I made my way to a city and made my way through it at nighttime, traveling swiftly and feeding on those I deemed to be less than worthy of life in a society. There I met with a band of wandering soldiers. I was not fully aware of how much time had passed, but I had ordered them to take me with them on their quest into what they were calling the holy lands. The Church it would appear had ordered them to go on these missions, later to be known as Crusades. The knights did my bidding; they used what remaining funds they had to purchase a wagon to mount to their horses. I slept with in under piles of hay at day and hunted for them and myself at night. They took me with them into Muslim territory. It was there one night that I came upon a battle which took me from my human companions and brought me into the company of a vampire belonging to the Clan Assamite who named himself Akbar.

My time with Akbar was highlighted primarily with a battle where I had prevented a Nosferatu from beheading him, by beheading the horrendous beast myself. Akbar was weakened, and I helped him back to his normal levels of strength, through my own vitae and through the vitae of many mortals. In exchange, Akbar had taught me the arts of the assassin, how to move unheard and unseen, how to use my own blood as a weapon with which to surprise my enemies. He also taught me how to increase my strength to frightening levels. In exchange for this though he also required I become partially blood bound to him. My time with Akbar, as with others had to be drawn to a close as I returned to Europe, where my journeys in many a foreign land earned me a level of notoriety as well as a deal of wealth. I had employed a ghoul by the name of Drake, he serving as a very trusted and loyal bodyguard during the daylight hours. I purchased a large estate, hiring and ghouling several housekeepers and groundskeepers, ensuring their loyalty. My time in Europe came to an abrupt ending however, as more travels came into my time.

I spent a great deal of time in Japan, studying the art of sword fighting with masters. There I also learned the art of the Bo Staff, as well as other pole arms. My time in Japan is highlighted by the discovery of a blade which was crafted for me known as Crow's Claw. No one knew where it came from, but I was the only able to handle it.

Centuries later, I made alliances in both The Camarilla and Sabbat, playing both sides of the fence so to speak. Amazing, their own paranoia about one another and they fail to see the enemy within. It was at one time when I was working to gain power within the Camarilla controlled city of Paris that I had met, and eventually Embraced the daughter of one the higher ranking members of vampiric Parisian society named Selena.

My links with these organizations as well as my vast wealth which has been accumulated over the centuries, has allowed me the luxury of an owning shares in several industries, both legal and illegal in nature. Let's face it boys and girls. It's damn good to be the king.

(Note: Until Damien reveals any of this, none of it is really known. So if ya plan on using it in a post, ask me first lol. Basically if it says UNKNOWN, Only I get to refer to it unless ya have permission from me :P)