Davis Caddesh

Appearance

"Oh what, you can't see it for yourself? Or do you just need someone to sing my praises, cause I've got lackeys for that."

FC Colin O'Donoghue

Name

"Dave is good, Vis is good, Desh is good, really kinda anything works."

Davis Caddesh

Voice

"Shh shh shh shh. Do you hear that? It's the sound of you shutting the hell up."

Here's a lovely sample for ya

Him singing briefly

Age

"Eternally older than I look, but still younger than most."

186

Height

"Average, I'd say. Nuthin to be ashamed of."

5'11"

Weight

"Isn't that rude to ask? Or does that only apply to girls?"

164lb

Hair

"Wow, you are REALLY blind, aren't you?"

Dark Dark Brown

Eyes

"It's funny. I was expecting things to change when you become a blood-sucker, y'know besides the fangs and the immortality, but somehow they're still green."

Pale grey-bluey green (turn vivid jade green when using magic)

Tattoos/Markings

*monotone "I'm a regular rebel."

Davis has piercings in both ears and one very small tattoo on the inside of his right wrist of a filled in triangle meant to represent stopped change.

Bio

"Nowadays, you don't become a vamp by having a normal, happy childhood. Ask any one of the other freaks about their pasts. If none of them bite your head off for it, you'll see what I'm talking about."

Davis Caddesh died of disease in 1848 during the Irish Potato Famine. Or at least, that's what everyone besides his scumbag brother thought. He was born to the Caddesh family, the third of eight children, in the year 1830. Or at least, that's what everyone besides his scumbag mother thought. There were a lot of scumbags in his family, so he congratulates himself that he's not actually related to any of them. Or at least, as he tells it there were.

Restart.

The man known as Davis Caddesh was born to an Irish family in 1830, and promptly abandoned... or lost, or kidnapped. He still hasn't figured out which one it was. He was raised by peasant farmers along with seven other children only two of whom actually liked him, or anyone else for that matter. Ireland was going through turbulent times largely characterized by political discontent and it affected everyone, but it wasn't enough to ruin their family's lives. No, what was really wrong with their family had nothing to do with the political situation at the time, and most everything to do with the kind of people in the household.

When you think of poor farmers, the typical image is of a cozy wooden shack home, acres of farmland, and a homely, hospitable family. Not so the Caddeshes. The children of the Caddesh family worked hard, or rather, were worked hard by their parents, who put enough on the table to keep them from complaining, but little enough that they had to fight for it. Theirs was a first-come-first-serve, survival-of-the-fittest family. Davis was always different from the rest of his siblings. Even though he ate what they did and learned what they learned, he looked different from them. Darker hair, taller frame, skinnier features. More importantly, he thought differently from them. While he fought to be the one with food in his mouth just as much as the rest of them, he did it in different ways. The men of the Caddesh household were loud, brusque, straightforward, and strong. He was quieter than them in some ways, more curious, more wheedling. When his brothers fought each other for something, he'd come in and take it quietly while they weren't looking. He was eager to talk to strangers, and quick to lift things off of them. He was always the first to wiggle his way out of work or trick someone else into doing his work for him. Most of all, when he fought with his siblings, he always made sure it looked like their fault.

Okay, so maybe he was the laziest, most despicable lying scumbag in the family. His eldest younger brother certainly seemed to think so. Only a year apart in age, Nick and Davis never exactly got along. Nick was considered the healer in the family, good at identifying herbs and remembering cures. For a poor kid who couldn't read or write, he was smart, even Davis could tell. It was possibly for that precise reason that the kid disliked him so much. With more clarity and less forgiveness than the rest of their siblings, he always saw precisely what Davis was doing, and what he was doing wrong. Their mom shared this clarity. She always had her eye on him, as if waiting for him to do something wrong. Sometimes, when he did something he wasn't supposed to and thought no one was looking, he'd see her in the corner, watching him with an expression he couldn't read.

She didn't tell him until he was twelve that he wasn't her son. She didn't need any incentive to tell him either. She just... dropped it one day, when he happened to walk into the shed to get a rake, and ran into her alone. Just a "You're not one of mine, you know. Not one of us. You don't belong here." He took it surprisingly well, maybe because he'd suspected he wasn't related to them by now. He was young, but he'd never been an idiot. So the cuckoo of the nest went on as if he hadn't heard anything and nothing had happened. That was before it happened, though. The Famine.

In 1845, the potato blight killed off almost all of the cheapest and most abundant produce in Ireland - in fact, the one produce that 1/3 of the population was dependent on. The Caddeshes belonged in that 1/3 of the population. In the first year they endured this severe famine, somehow they all managed to hang on, though not a single potato survived. In the second year, they lost the eldest daughter to hunger, the child born after Nick. And in the third year, Davis got sick. Davis was the only one in the family who got sick, and for a week he was bedridden with fever and boils, natural illness worsening with the lack of food. He fell asleep one day and woke up being dragged in a blanket to a cart. He struggled weakly against his captor and managed to poke his head out of the top of the blanket. "W-what is-?" It was Nick. "Nick?"

"You're dead." His younger "brother" hissed at him. "Saoirse and Ronan, they could get sick, because of you. You're dead, got it? Don't come back." With that, he was knocked over the head and dumped into the cart. He woke up again in the middle of nowhere, apparently having been dumped from the cart once he was discovered. He didn't know how long he'd been passed out or where he was. But despite his brother's deepest insistence, he was not dead. Not yet, anyways. And he was determined to keep it that way.

He clung to that determination for another fourteen years. Using all of the cunning he'd used to be a troublemaker back in his old home, he scrounged his way through the next two years of the famine and then stowed away on a ship to America, spending the next twelve years of his life there. He was less than noble in all of his dealings, and shameless about it at that. Even becoming a vampire was something he begged for in the last throes of death. Long story short, in his years of cavorting about as a cheat, liar, and petty criminal, he managed to piss off the then-burgeoning Irish mob in New York. One of them stabbed him, and as he hid himself in a dark alley, he caught sight of a vampire feeding. Grabbing onto the vampire, he gasped for life and asked for help. The vampire in question laughed at him, but found him amusing, and so dragged him all the way back to their current residence, which was close and with a vampire's speed and strength took only minutes to reach. There, he met Ambrogio who was so amused by his desperation to live, that he turned him himself.

Since becoming a vampire, Davis has done a number of things he never expected to do. It was odd at first, but only needing to drink blood to live has afforded him a little time to do a more than just barely survive. He has learned how to read, write, and fluently speak English (his first spoken language is actually Irish Gaelic), and has taken up music. One of the most significant things he's learned throughout the years has to do with computers. He watched the spike of technology and grew with it, taking to the lines of coding like a fish to water, and is now a computer savant and hacker. He also has traveled a lot, staying each place sometimes a couple years at a time, sometimes a few months at a time, but never longer than that. While he settles comfortably in each place, he can never seem to fully stop there, and eventually he always leaves in search of something else. Something he has yet to describe.

Before he was turned, Ambrogio asked him a question: "Why are you willing to become a monster just to live a little longer? What is it you so desperately live for?"

He'd answered with something trite, but he'd looked the old vampire in the eye, and they'd both understood that he hadn't known either. Perhaps it was the reason Ambrogio had decided to save him: for him to figure it out. But despite his best efforts, he still hasn't even come close.

Sexuality

"Girls only."

Heterosexual

Features

"Stay calm, man. You don't want that balloon you call a head to explode, do you?"

Unperturbable

Davis projects endless confidence, but it's not because he's actually confident. It's just really hard to shake him. His natural disposition had never been a jumpy one, and after having had a hard life with a lot of people he's had to lie to and a lot of very weird things happening (vampires are totally normal, right?), there's really nothing left on the planet that can surprise him enough to cause any reaction greater than a raised eyebrow. He's got an excellent poker face and will never get flustered or panicked when something bad comes up. He keeps a calm, clear mind no matter the trouble. It means he's a great guy to be with if you're in a sticky situation. Unless, of course, you're in the way of him getting out.

Resilient and True to Himself

Rather like it is difficult to shake him in a moment, he isn't the type to be deeply shaken by... anything. He doesn't let other people define who he is, though that may have something to do with the fact that he's survived thus far by not giving a shit about what other people thought of him. If he did, he would've given up on life when he was abandoned by his brother when he was fifteen. Or died when he was stabbed when he was 32. He is who he is, and no one is fucking going to change that. No one is going to convince him he's any less, no matter what he resorts to to survive. People can take their negative opinions and shove them up their own asses as far as he cares.

Good Listener

Contrary to his what his unflappable attitude might suggest, Davis is actually an extremely attentive listener. Sure, he might not give a crap about what you think of his life choices, but if you've got anything to say about yourself, he will take the time to listen, understand, and offer his thoughtful advice. He will remember things you tell him, like important dates, and make sure his consequent behavior is tailored accordingly. Half of the reason is that taking care to listen to people makes it easier to swindle them. Half of it is that no one has ever taken the care to listen to him, so he can't help but allow them the courtesy he has never received.

Friendly

Yet another one of those things that has helped him swindle people better is a naturally friendly disposition. He gets along well with most everyone. You can sit next to him in a bar and raise a glass to toast life, and he'll strike up an easy conversation with little prompting. He can act engaged in a talk about almost any subject, and is rarely found a winsome smile. He's quite good at seeming talkative without saying much of any substance, and making people feel comfortable and included. Or at least if they're excluded, they'll find some company in their solitude.

Open-minded

Davis is nothing if not flexible. Being open to other people's advice and suggestions has helped him plenty of times. While he takes every suggestion and puts it up against his own knowledge and experience, he is not ashamed of accepting other people's insight, and learning from their mistakes. In the end, letting other people edumacate him is to his gain, anyways. He is also flexible in his ideas. It's why he took up computer programming, and why he learned how to play the guitar. It's also why he has no strong political views, and has no prejudices against any kind of people except for the little kind (midgets he can stand, just keep him away from children - nasty little creatures).

Flaws

"Flaws? What flaws?"

Snarky Little Wise-Ass

Davis is friendly. But friendliness does not equate to politeness. His smart mouth has gotten him in trouble at times, particularly when talking to people he's fond of or close to. Or not fond of. There's a reason people already pissed off at him tend to get more pissed off at him after he opens his mouth. It's not something he does on purpose, but it seems that of all the smart habits he has managed to both cultivate and sustain over the years, shutting the hell up has never even been on the list of things to try. Being sarcastic and annoying, particularly to people he dislikes, is a joy in his life he's not ready to give up just yet, and in his personal opinion, lots of people respond well to it with his boyish charms to supplement.

Cynically Romantic

As much of a flirtatious lady's man as he seems, Davis is not one for hooking up or throwing himself out there. Oh sure, he's had a fling or two, but he holds dear some odd sense of romance that has him hoping he'll find a special girl someday. This romantic outlook also applies to how he sees the world, as he is constantly looking for his "home" as if someday he'll find a place where he belongs, when he didn't belong from the moment he was born. And that's where the cynical line comes in. As much as Davis cares for these unrealistic ideals, the hope he ties into them is quite naturally swamped in his life experience of "expect bad things to happen and happen often." Overall, it is a mentally unhealthy internal argument to constantly sustain.

Chronically Suffering from Self-Dishonesty

Davis is quite content to be the biggest liar in town, but the one person he lies to the most and the most consistently is himself. Anything he dislikes about himself, all of his deepest insecurities, fears, and even secrets, are things he himself refuses to acknowledge with a vengeance. If there's something he doesn't want to accept, he'd rather pretend like he hadn't heard it or felt it in the first place, than man up and face it head on.

Toes the "Very Selfish" Line

Davis is not a mean guy. He's nice enough to people in general, it's just that he cares a whole helluvalot more about his own survival than he does about anyone else. So while he might give up his seat on a bus for a very pregnant lady, he would have absolutely no qualms in killing that same pregnant lady if it helped him get out of a life-or-death situation. His own convenience, happiness, and survival will always come first, cause he happens to like his life. And really the only time he puts other people first is when doing so doesn't get in the way of those three things.

Largely Prideless and Difficult to Motivate

There are certain things that people with a lot of pride do. They turn their noses up at people or foods or things they consider inferior. They never give up a secret once they've sworn to protect it, and seem quite content to lord over other people with their moral and mental superiority. There are certain things that people with a basic sense of self-respect do. They refuse to prostitute themselves, don't eat things that are almost inedible, and take a little pride in what they do, who they are, or the people they love. And then there's Davis. Basically the only line Davis will not cross is selling his body, but that ties into the nonsensically romantic part of him. Everything else is up for grabs. He will grovel, wheedle, flatter, run like a coward, whatever it takes to most effectively leave him with the greatest gain, he will do. It doesn't matter if it's ignoble, illegal, or just plain unpleasant, sometimes all three. On the other hand, he is not one to do these things lightly either, because they just take so damn much effort, that he's honestly not all that willing to put into such annoying activities unless they actively do provide for him in some ways. You could say he mixes the bad qualities of being both lazy and unprincipled.

Mildly Mercenary

One very good way to motivate him, however, is to bribe him. Davis loves bribery. Of course, because he's not completely selfish, he will sometimes do things for other people without requiring anything in return from them, like the pregnant lady example. On the other hand, if you actually ask him to do something for you, he will expect you to come with payment in hand. IOUs don't appeal to him. It doesn't always have to be money. It could also be a promised favor, a case of beer, or a new computer. If he determines that your payment is worth it (and he's not confident he can steal it from you and get away with it), he will without hesitation do almost anything.

Interests "You don't want me to look too close, do you?" Modern Television Video Games Inventing Cooking Pool Card Games

Likes "Make sure you write these ones down CAREFULLY." Beer PRIVACY Computers Guitars MUSICMUSICMUSIC Puzzles Dancing (but don't tell anybody) The Sea

Dislikes "Yeah, cause I really wanna waste my time on you right now." Children Potatoes Hospitals Stupid People Fucking Know-It-Alls (suppose this is redundant but... ;) ) Animals in general Rules

Weaknesses "Wouldn't you like to know?" Typical Vamp Stuff Curiosity Friendlessness

Strengths "My eyesight is excellent." Running Navigation Skills Adaptable

Hobbies "Eating orphans." Writing Music Singing Jigsaw Puzzles

Talents "Do you really need to ask? Playing Guitar and Singing Tinkering Hacking Gambling Not Dying Fulgurkinesis (Electricity Manipulation)

Fears "Oh, this and that." Dying Being completely alone

Secrets "Y'know. The point of a secret is that it's... secret." He actually loved his family.

Relationship

"Can you see this hunk of man ready to get tied down yet?"

Currently Single

Crush

"Well, I do have a mad love with orange juice."

None yet

Friends

Olivia de Montecristo

"I've never had someone try to kill me so many times. I feel so loved."

To be completely honest, Davis never expected to become friends with a hunter. Actually, they can't completely be called friends, because he considers her a friend, and as far as he can tell she considers him an enemy. He doesn't mind that, though, it just makes interacting with her more enjoyable for him. The hunter and vampire have had an unusual relationship for about four years. He met his "little huntress" on what he later discovered was her very first job. While hanging out with some other vampires in an abandoned house they'd set up camp in, hunters found them. Sensing something wasn't right, Davis made himself scarce. As the hunters burst through the front door and slaughtered the other idiots, Davis was making his escape through the back, only to find that way blocked by that girl. He got away, but that apparently didn't sit right with her, because she found him again a year later and hasn't left him alone since. He's always managed to get away, but at this point, he's started looking forward to her tracking him down. She hasn't killed him yet, and he's come to realize she probably never will. The risk of it keeps their relationship fresh, though, in his opinion.

Enemies

General Law Enforcement & Hunters

"Fuck the police."

Before there were hunters or vampires, there were criminals and police. As far as he can tell, this is true in history, but more importantly it is true of Davis's personal history. When he was human, he was a criminal. Aaand as a criminal, he's had a rather contentious "you chase me, I thumb my nose at you when I don't get caught" kind of relationship for most of his independent life. He'd love to say that relationship has changed after becoming immortal and above all that, but he really hasn't stopped being a criminal. I mean, now he kills people and breaks into expensive computer systems, so it's actually kind of gotten worse. As usual, the police are a nuisance he's been giving the slip for a very very long time. For the most part, the biggest headache they provide is helping categorize and alert the hunters of unusual activity. Which is useful. For the hunters. For catching vampires. Which means it's annoying for vampires. Which means it's annoying for Davis. As a result, Davis still doesn't like police after all this time. His relationship with hunters is much the same. He's figured out by now he's never going to be completely off the list of unofficially wanted persons. Oddly enough, that doesn't really keep him up at night.

Pets

"Do you really expect me to take care of something that's gonna die in 20 years when I'm gonna live forever?"

None

Extras

"How much more are you gonna need, you greedy bastard?"

He's never kissed a girl before.

He's never given up his first name Davis, but to humans he never gives the last name Caddesh anymore. The only ones who know it are the vampires.

Favorite Song

"Nothing beats music. It is, the single most beautiful thing man has ever attempted, and every musician knows that he will spend his whole life looking for that perfect melody. That universal song we are born dreaming about."

No favorites, but he has a number he quite likes.