SLATER, joshua damien

[joshua]

JOSHUA DAMIEN SLATER !
'when the devil wants to dance with you, you'd better say never.'

HEY THERE! SO, TELL US ABOUT YOU ... LET'S START OFF WITH THE BASICS. WHAT DO WE NEED TO KNOW?

"Why the sudden interest? No matter. My name is Joshua Damien Slater. I probably had a different name, but this was the name is was given after my lousy deadbeat loving parents decided to ditch me on some poor couple's doorstep. I'm a Demon, actually, thank God. I figured this out when I stopped aging past twenty-nine. In reality, I'm a good 249 years old. I'm male, can't you tell? Or must we get into the nitty-gritty details with that, as well? I can assure you, I certainly wouldn't mind. As for my allegiance, I'm dark all the way, baby. There ain't a thing that can be done to change my mind. Humans make wonderful toys, you know. I have one nickname, and that's Josh. Nothing more."

SO, A LITTLE BIRDY TOLD ME THAT YOU ARE GORGEOUS. DESCRIBE YOURSELF.

"A little bird. Really? Please remind me to serve it as a main course come Thanksgiving thank it. A lot of people say I look like this man named Michael Fassbender, but give me a solid moment and I'll be able to pinpoint a hundred and one reasons why I'm better. My hair, well, it differentiates. Usually though, it's somewhere between dirty blonde and medium brown, with red here and there. My eyes are blue, and every now and then I get to sit through being told how pretty they are. I'm a good six feet tall, and I weigh in at a whopping average 185 pounds. I'd have to say, the most distinguishing thing about me would have to be the three parallel scars cut diagonally across my chest. They look like claw marks, don't they? Unfortunately, no. Swords make for nasty weapons. I prefer to keep things casual, when it comes to clothing though. Life's too short to waste time looking fabulous."

I'M SURE YOUR PERSONALITY IS SOMETHING ELSE COMPLETELY. TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF, WE WANT TO KNOW YOU BETTER!

"You've heard of people turning bad, right? Well, sweetheart, you're in for a mighty rude awakening with me. I was born bad, quite literally. In fact, there are absolutely no redeeming qualities about me. None that I'd let someone like you see, anyway. As for what I like, it's really quite simple. I like humans, but not in an out to protect them, sort of way. To me, they make for excellent entertainment, they're just so gullible! I also like privacy, that's a must. I do adore women, they're probably one of the very few that I'm even remotely civil to. As for women, I do enjoy a good romp in the proverbial hay, if you catch my drift. And for some reason, I really love video games. I don't know what, perhaps it's the killing and getting away with it that appeals to me. As for dislikes, these are even simpler. I don't like emotions. All they do is mess things up and get in the way. I absolutely loathe confusion, if I'm the one suffering from it. I despise being told 'No', it just doesn't sit well with me, and I really hate being bored, it's boring. And above all else, I absolutely do not like cell phones, even though this makes me a proper hypocrite because I happen to use one on a daily basis. What am I good at? I thought you'd never ask. I've gotten really good at getting what I want, though I'm still trying to work on getting it when I want it. I'm pretty good at talking. I can hold a wicked conversation, though this is probably because I adore hearing myself talk, can you tell? And I'm pretty good at telling lies, and in turn, deciphering whether or not I'm being lied to. It kind of comes with the territory. And I'll tell you this much, I'm piss poor at making friends, as you can imagine. I'm not exactly the most chipper bloke on the block. And I'm not very good with controlling my anger all the time, sometimes me temper gets the better of me. Lastly, I'm the epitome of the green eyed monster, I'll take jealousy to a whole new level. Some habits? I curl my lip slightly when I get irritated, does that count? Of course it does, why wouldn't it? I smile a lot, too - even when I'm angry, it's weird, but i have this 'glasgow-esque' smile going on, and, well, I kind of love it. What am I afraid of? What makes you think I'll tell you? Right, probably can't leave until I do, right? Alright then. I'm afraid of dying. Because this world would be a plethora of boring situations without me in it. I'm afraid of my parents, too, actually, I hear they were pretty powerful, even for demons. My goals? Live forever, and should that fail, go out with a very.. physical bang. I also want so see evil unleashed everywhere, but that needs to be kept on the down low, alright? My secret... Well, It's sort of a pathetic one. But my secret is that deep down, and I mean really deep down, I still have some resemblance of humanity left. And I hate it."

I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR HISTORY ... I'M SURE IT WILL BE INTRUIGING!

"I don't remember who my birth parents are, if I'm expected to be completely honest here. I know they were demons, how else could I be one, 'cause I sure as hell didn't sell anything to the Big Man Downstairs. The couple that adopted me, they were proper fools. Andrew and Martha Slater, those were they're names. They thought they could bring me in from the cold and turn me into this lovey-dovey, touchy-feely sort of lad, and that obviously didn't do jack shit. My adoptive brother, his name was Nathaniel - he was alright, I guess. By the time i was five, we were already getting into so much trouble together, so I guess you could say he was the only 'friend' I ever had. He ended up getting turned into a vampire when he was sixteen though, which really sucked. I probably have other siblings out there somewhere, But they couldn't be bothered to track me down, obviously, and I couldn't care less about them.

I was born on March 5th, 1763. It was a pretty normal childhood, honestly. My father owned the general goods store in Boston, and my mother was an avid homemaker, as if she had much of a choice. I was a terrible child. I'd scream and shout, I'd throw a mean tantrum like it was nobody's business, which it certainly was not. Me and Nathaniel used to break all sorts of things, kicking over merchandise in our father's store before he'd take his belt across our backs. It was all pretty hectic.

But on March 5th, 1770, something happened, and it probably wasn't good. Apparently, there had been this giant gathering in the city's common area. It was serious stuff, from what us toddlers were able to pick up and actually comprehend. Our nanny, a feeble old woman, immediately took us upstairs, where we had a pretty good view of the rioting going on in the streets below. It's funny, I can remember laughing at it all, which is not something you'd do if you witnessed your parents being shot along with other citizens. But then again, I had never been normal.

Our nanny got stuck with us then, until she managed to pawn us off on some poor old man who needed help on a farm. An ornery old bastard, he was. We stayed there until we were ten, and all he did was beat the hell out of us both. But I never forgot what he did to us, and what he did to Nathaniel. He always had a wandering eye for Nathaniel, that poor boy.I ended up getting away, obviously, and at the time, I didn't bother to stay to help Nate. He said run, and boy, I ran as fat as my ten year old legs could carry me.

And life wore on. I grew older and as I did, I felt myself get darker, and it got to the point that I seemed to feed off of other people's anger, fear, and their hatred. And by the time I was 16, so consumed I was, I had returned to that farm to set things straight. And by my 17th birthday, I had committed my first legit crime. That man certainly wouldn't be bothering us... me, any more. It was around that time that I was unwittingly reunited with Nathaniel, who revealed to me the events of his being turned.

Needless to say, I didn't take it too well, especially ten years later, when I learned that he had settled down with a blasted human of all things. He had gone light, and I had gone dark, and it was only a matter of time before we ultimately clashed. My life grew rather sporadic, after that. The american revolution had come and gone, the united states had waged it's civil war and the south got all butthurt about it. I travelled alot, made some 'friends' in Europe and got a front frow seat to watching london police try to chase down the notorious jack the ripper. And some odd hundred years later, and here I am. In this eerily quaint town of Manuka.

Can we play a game, now? "

AH, AND WHO IS THIS AMAZING MASTERMIND BEHIND THE LIKES OF YOU?

"Oh, her? That's AC. She's this derpy teenager who loves romance novels and action movies. She's obsessed with AHS and she's a die-hard trekky. She loves Star Trek. She loves food, too. She's pretty quirky. She also plays this maniac named Ariadne Sinclair, and this bloodloving introvert named Ophelia, if that helps. man i heard she works on a farm, how lame is that?"

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