Base Name: Angel Macho Full Name: Aaric Christian Devons Nicknames: Ric [Only Quinn and those close to him can call him that] Gender: Male Age of Appearance: 32 Real age: 8000 Date of Birth: December 20th Relationship Status: Mated Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Species: Hybrid Race: Vampire/Shadow Dragon Pets: He has a small Salamander named Charles. Power: -He can see through the eyes of those he is mated with. Special abilities: -Control over the shadow element -Healing abilities -Telepathy -Telekinesis -Can feed off human food and blood -Shift at will -Enhanced senses -Enhanced speed and strength -Can blend into his surroundings to a degree Abilities: -Art -Can read body language -Cooking -Hunting -Fighting Alternate forms: A maroon and black dragon Height: 6'3 Weight: 205 [just about all muscle] Hair color: Black Eye color: A vivid shade of crimson red that blends into more of a fiery golden-orange around his pupils. His eyes are that of a dragon where there is a slit down the middle instead of normal human eyes. Skin color: Tanned. Piercings: None Tattoos: None Scars: One long one that runs down the middle of his right eye. Marks: A purple swirl on his palm to show the type of dragon he is as he born with it. Personality: Aaric is a quiet man when you first are around him. He's not use to meeting new people as he has avoided them since his eyes remained draconic. This male finds it hard to let himself get close to anyone for fear of that judgment. Aaric has an artists soul so it isn't uncommon to see him stashed away in his studio working on something. That also means that should you get close to this man,you will have a passionate,loving and doting friend and partner. Upon first meeting him,he can be a bit gruff and very blunt and to the point since being soft with strangers is next to impossible for him unless they are in dire need of help. Then he wont turn them away but he will remain hidden in the shadows to where you cannot see to much of him. There are times when he is actually comfortable that you will see him smiling,laughing and just having a good time. Where it is easy to get to know him and get close to him. Then there is one week a month that he completely changes. Where he turns into a very demanding,forceful and dominating man and he certainly will not take no for an answer. Fight him to much during this time and he wont hesitate to cause some harm to you. Enough to get his point across but not enough to permanently damage you. It takes a lot to really piss him off outside of that time as he is pretty even tempered in that regard but naturally he does have his buttons and what they are is only known to those who are closest to him. Likes: -A good red wine -Art -A good book -Candles -Flying in his dragon form -Sweet blood -Cooking -Sweets Dislikes: -Modern technology -Pointed stares -Being called out on his eyes or scar -To much light -Brutes -Seeing people hurting -Feeling uninspired -Shy types Strengths: -Mastery of his abilities -Loyal -His strength Weaknesses: -Quinn -Being pushed about stuff -Behind his wings in dragon form Family: -Almira Devons [Mother/Deceased] -Christian Devons [Father/Deceased] -He has a brother and sister but knows not their name. Occupation: Artist. History: Aaric was born into a small weyr of dragons who were the last of their kind. Shadow dragons were often seen as violent and unstable but that was not always the case. Granted most of them were but there was some,like their little group,who were not as most of their kindred. Since they were so hunted,Aaric was raised with the rule that you never reveal what you are. If they realize your a dragon then do not let on what type and to hide the marking they were always born with. All of his memories of his younger times was of them travelling around and being nomads but he loved it since he had a lot of fun with his parent's. Then came the nightmares of the times they would be attacked and driven out of town because one impudent youth would get confident and reveal what they were. Aaric's father wanted to raise him to be a fighter,a soldier but his mother fought that with tooth and nail because she did not want her son to get into the ever constant war between them. So in secret his father started to train him but his mother also stroked the artistic side that he had shown since early on in his youth. The two disciplines were often combative in his mind until he figured out a way to do both of them. Both of his parent's expected what the other was doing but nothing was ever said on it and Aaric continued to do both to make them happy even though he enjoyed the creative things more then the fighting his father wanted him to do.
Finally they found a place that had never heard of dragons or the different types. They could finally settle down and not be judged for what they are but who they were. It was a high mountainous region and the lower village was fairly big but the people were welcoming to them and their knowledge of stuff that helped to increase their trading stuff. They fell into a comfortable routine since it seemed that this place was ignored for the most part save for the odd skirmish that was quickly put out or trading. During this time,Aaric became a rather successful artist and most requested from him until one day this one lady showed more interest then anyone else. Sure the male dated and such but none really caught his attention but something about her did. He wasn't sure what it was but he could tell she was no human. He took things slow until one night she drugged him,not a easy feat with a dragon,and he woke up in her castle. Far away from his home and wondering how he ended up being there. That was when he realized that he was tied down and was unable to get up. The chains were magically enhanced and sent electric shocks into him which were rather painful. But near as much as what she did to him next. She did not know of his draconic blood and thought him a simple human or such things as that. After a day of struggling and being jolted from the chains,Aaric was weaker then before. And when the woman struck. She came in after the room was bathed in pure darkness and explained to him what she was. A vampire.
Not giving him much time to wrap his mind around that,he felt her fangs piercing into his flesh. He roared out in pain as her venom spread throughout his body. It wasn't long after that he passed out. The next week was an excruciating one as the vampiric venom and his own draconic blood was at battle with each other. The chains barely held his roaring and thrashing frame and finally all was eerily quiet as they seemed to have melded together somehow. This pleased Samara,the vampiress,since it seemed he would be stronger then just about all vampires. Little did she know that he would be stronger then even her. His thirst for blood was so strong that he decimated a small village to quench his blood thirst. She was able to control Aaric enough to train him to be a warrior and then the torture started. She would force him into his dragon form and showed him off as a sign of power. She rarely let him out of this form when he needed to be. And when he was in his human form she had fun seeing just how much pain his body could take. That started to effect the male and finally the dragon had enough of being shown off as some kind of pet and he attacked her. Everyone start to run screaming and he ended up killing them all before he took off. Not before one brave male vampire tried to fight him with a sword. The battle was a long one the vampire held his won rather nicely and managed to give Aaric a deep slice over his eye. Finally Aaric simply fled as his energy was dwindling. Little did he know that a mage had opened a portal to go through.
The winds were strong that night and he had little energy to fight them. So the winds carried him into the portal and he was transported to another dimension that was pretty much empty of people. There was a small village and Aaric was finally able to shift out of his dragon form but not fully. His eyes never returned back to human eyes and he had that scar from the vampire. Many of the people regarded him with hushed whispers and never really got to know him. This bugged the male but he said naught on it and instead focused on building himself a life. It took some time but soon he had control over most of the exporting going out of there and the people were fine with that since they never were left without. Soon Aaric grew tired of the stares and bought a large home that came with a set of servants. He moved in and the woman who ran the household became like a mother to him with how she pestered and cared for him. That was when one male landed on his doorstep needing help. Aaric was wary at first but Mrs. Pomodore encouraged him to help the male. For a long time Aaric didn't allow Quinn to see him,speaking through Mrs. Pomodore until she pushed him to physically talk to the male and Aaric finally relented and allowed himself to be seen. He was surprised when it seemed his eyes and scar didn't bother the male at all. It took some time but finally Aaric finally opened up and soon fell for the male and took him as a mate. Quinn soon became a liaison for Aaric in his business and handles that kind of thing for him. Never minding the time during the fool moon where he turned into someone else. The one time that most would never be able to take and he's always kept a strict secret.