Malice Joji Lucifer

Unlucky Humanitarian

Lucifer, Luci, Lulu

Male

21

110lbs

5'5

Raven black

Mohawk, dreads, short fringe

left green right blue

Vampire

Light

Thin

lots of scars

Lucifer loves to draw. He has created many a sketched masterpiece in his spare time.

I am mostly very quiet and withdrawn. I'm not the most social person in the world due to the fact that for a few crucial years of my life I was trapped in a dark basement away from the world. I am shy around new people and it takes time for me to trust anyone. I am very close to the friends I do have and will protect them with my life if I have to.

I normally don't like to fight mind you... I would prefer to walk away from a fight than to be the aggressor. I guess my fight or flight instinct is set to flight. I'm a weak fighter so... I only really take action when my friends are in danger.

Some have said I am childish as well. I guess it's because... Well... I never really got to be a child when i was young, and I never got to learn the things that kids did when I was younger. Guess I'm just trying to make up for that.

I don't remember much of my past before I was taken and turned by my sire White. I was born human, had a mom and a dad and I lived in a small house that I remember always smelled like sweets. I think my mom liked to bake a lot. Anyways, I lived eight whole years with my parents until one night I was stolen by a man. This man, this vampire, killed my family in front of my eyes, bit me and nearly killed me by draining me dry and almost tearing out my throat. What stopped him I don't know... But the next thing I remember from that night was the taste of his blood and a lot of pain. Then it all went black.

That next night I awoke with a new life, chained to a brick wall in a dark basement in what I think was his home... Beside him was another boy who I assumed he had turned along side me. He told me his name was Dalise and he was to be my brother for when I behaved. I didn't know what that meant, nor did I want to find out. All I knew was that I had a newly found hunger, a burning in my throat and a thirst I never had before. It was a week before that need to drink was finally quenched. I remember White bringing down a girl about my age at the time, she cried and cried. I remember her face, but I also remember her screams as White unchained me and I decimated her body and drained her of blood. It was my first taste of human blood and flesh... It was horrible, and from that day forward I hated it.

White tried to get me to feed normally from humans, though 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, but then 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, and sometimes he had 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 it did he was gone for a long time.

About a year went by and nothing changed, he still abused me, I still refused to drink human blood until he forced me to kill. However, things got worse when he discovered that I had inherited his blood manipulating ability. Now, not only did he beat me, he did so until I was forced into either using my blood to defend myself, or passing out due to blood loss and starvation. Dalise still tried sneaking in to see me. He would comfort me when he got the chance, and nurse my wounds when they didn't heal. 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.

More years passed, 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 run away. And run I did. As soon as I was out of that horrid house I never went back. I went as far as my legs could take me, feeding on animals as I went. Whatever I could catch was food, except for humans. I made it to the city of Chicago where a woman named Grace found me chasing rats though garbage in an alleyway. She took me in, fed me well from bottled cow's blood and taught me about the new world that I had stumbled into. Mind you, at this time I was only fourteen, but I was ready for the world I had been deprived of for so long.

I spent a few years living with Grace and her husband Herb until I was old enough to live on my own. I was seventeen when I got my first apartment and started living on my own. I got a job at a place called Good Luck, and within a few months they had promoted me to part time waiter and bartender. I was able to afford a reasonable living space with reasonable rent. Two more years passed and that was when my life changed. Hunters attacked my work place and killed everyone inside despite most of the people within being human. I didn't know what else to do so I hid from them. When the hunters left I was in such a state of shock I hadn't even realized that someone had taken me from the bloodbath. And that someone happened to be Dalise. At first I didn't believe it, I hadn't seen him in years. I thought he was dead, or worse just like White and he wanted to take me back. I found out quickly that it was quite the opposite and everything felt like how it was again. That night I convinced him to come home with me, and to run from our sire as I had.