COLLINS, dante xavier

[DANTE COLLINS]

DANTE XAVIER COLLINS


" I can't take another night on my own. "

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underneath the crushing weight of the world
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NAME: Dante Xavier Collins
RACE: Vampire
AGE: 56, appears to be 34. December 1st, 1953
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Strictly women, though sometimes he acts like he swings both ways
BIRTHDAY: Tell us when you were born, including year, month and day.
ASSOCIATION: Valen
TITLE: Owner of Thrashers
OCCUPATION: Dante's unemployed, basically. He lives off the money his bar brings in, which is a lot, and he rarely has to pick up a finger to do so. Occasionally he'll get behind the bar and start serving drinks, but he's usually spending his time mingling with the women who's decided to check his place out.
PLAY-BY: Synyster Gates

play the part that you've been dealt by the herd
MOUTH AND NOSE BENEATH THE SURFACE

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EYES:
HAIR: Currently, Dante's hair is a wild mess. It's spiked in the front out of his face, where as everything else just goes in whatever way it can. The colour is a dark brown, nearly black. Occasionally, whenever he gets the urge, he'll let it grow, or dye the tips
WEIGHT: 167 - approximately
HEIGHT: 5' 10''
APPEARANCE:

CLOTHING; For clothing, Dante doesn't like to dress in anything but casual clothes. He owns a lot of band shirts, most of them baggy, and less form fitting. Muscle shirts and wife beaters are usually worn underneath his tee shirts, though sometimes he doesn't bother with putting on both, and will remain with only one out of the two. For pants, if it's not jeans or cargos (the occasional sweat pants), Dante wont wear them. Ripped jeans, dirty jeans, jeans falling apart; doesn't matter, just as long as they're a little on the baggy side. For shoes, he's taken a liking to wearing converse for their comfortable hold, but he doesn't nit-pit over footwear. For accessories, there isn't much that he wears, apart from the occasional ring, or a necklace- nothing permanent.

TATTOOS & PIERCINGS; He has a full sleeve of monsters tattooed on his right arm, performing a form of torture involving surgery on one particular monster; another monster scene on his left arm; purple and green flames on both of his wrists; "Haner" tattooed across his back; he also has a VII tattooed behind his left ear, the number one on his right thumb, 'blue blood' over his left pectoral, "MARLBORO" tattooed on his knuckles, "FOREVER" tattooed across his upper chest, and a coffin tattooed on the inside of his left middle finger. The left side of his nose is pierced, sporting a ring.

WEAPONRY:

Considering Dante doesn't do a lot of fighting, the only weapon he carries around is a pocket knife. He relies on his hand to hand combat for everything else, if a situation does get that heated. He also fights extremely dirty; if there's an advantage, he'll take it, making the use for weapons seem a little less needed.

EQUIPMENT:

Dante's always got a pack of cigarettes and a lighter on him. Besides that are his cell phone, aviator sunglasses, and the keys to his bar / flat and impala. He carries lightly for the most part. Now and then, he'll be seen with his ipod and his skullcandy headphones, occasionally a journal that he scribbles song lyrics into whenever he feels inspiration. Nothing out of the norm.

ABILITY:

N/A

if ever brave enough to stand in their way
OUT OF SIGHT AND OUT OF MIND, WE REMAIN

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PERSONALITY

Dante doesn't like taking things seriously, he probably wouldn't even in a zombie apocalypse. He cracks wise jokes whenever he can- obnoxious ones. Call it him blowing his life off and being an immature brat, he doesn't really care. All he cares about is smiling and laughing with the people he cares most about.

Whether it be someone else he's close to or a stranger who looks like they need help, Dante wont back down until he knows that that person is safe and secure. It doesn't matter what the situation is, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if someone he cared about got hurt in his presence. Even if he wasn't around, he'd still hold himself responsible for their pain and suffering.

It doesn't matter who you are for Dante to get blunt with you. He doesn't believe with beating around the bush; he sticks his hand right in to get what he wants. He's a rather forward person, and therefore comes off as a little intimidating because of it, but he hasn't complained about his impressions yet. He says what's on his mind whenever he thinks it, no biting his tongue, or holding his opinions back. Now, that isn't to say that Dante is insensitive to people's feelings. He cares, he just doesn't express it in words. Not usually.

In the thirty-three years Dante has been walking the earth, he has never learned how to control his anger in ways that make him seem less startling. You say something, or just look at him the wrong way, his moods turns completely sour, nine times out of ten. And when he loses his temper, he loses almost all sense of rationality. He's never hit a women while being in this mind set, because he does hold enough control to remember his morals, but if you've got a dick and you piss him off, don't expect to get off scotch free. If you don't walk away with a few bruises, you'll walk away with an earful of foul language and promised threats.

If Dante swears to you that he'll take whatever you're telling him to the grave, he will. No ifs, ands, or buts. Even if the secret is on the tip of his tongue, and he really has the urge to say it. He'll never breathe it to anyone, not even to himself in the mirror. Sometimes, if the secret holds information about someone he cares about, he'll want to tell them, to get the entire story, and he's usually conflicted between keeping his word and being loyal to his friend, but in the end, he keeps his mouth as zipped as possible. It is possible to work it out of him, but it takes a lot of effort to accomplish.

"Sex, Drugs, Rock 'n' Roll. Speed, Weed, Birth control. Life's a bitch until we die. Fuck the world, lets all get high." If Dante were to ever have a motto, that would probably be it. He loves narcotics and every perk that comes with them. It's hard for him to pretend like he doesn't enjoy partaking in quite a bit of sins, and most of the time, he doesn't bother trying to hide it. In fact, he's proud he enjoys the things he does so much in his life.

and you start to paint a picture
OF A WORLD JUST OUT OF VIEW

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MOTHER: Cassie Collins, 56, deceased
FATHER: Phil Collins, 58, deceased
SIBLINGS: TJ Collins, appears 33; really 56, living
Treya Collins,17, deceased
OTHER: N/A
PLACE OF BIRTH: New York City
RESIDENCE: Dante lives above his bar. It's a small flat, but it does the trick.
HISTORY:

December first was a happy day, the birth of fraternal twins brightening the lives of Dante's parents, as well as his older sister. The family was normal, to keep details straight forward. There was a tree house in the back yard, the boys loved video games and play fighting with one another, the family occasionally grew tight involving money, but always pulled through. Up until Dante was eleven, his life had been perfect, for lack of a better word. He loved his family to bits and pieces, even though his sister had the tendency to be bossy while she babysat. Dante can't remember the exact date his sister died from her cancer, but he remembers the feeling from losing her at such a young age. To this day, he feels like the loss of his sister changed both him, as well as TJ, forever.

Whether it was the impact of the loss of their sister, or just the way Dante was made to be, he fell into darker stuff once he got older. He dressed in darker clothing, took up swearing earlier than most, and wasn't afraid to talk back to anyone that didn't share his blood. He was a reckless growing boy on a mission to discover the wonders of the world, though most of the time, he ended up beating on his brother instead. When they were fourteen, that's when the experimenting started. Drugs, alcohol, cigarettes. Everything an early teen would wonder about, they tried to discover without the help of anyone else but each other. There was nothing that could stand in the way of the Collins twins, and they proved it day after day. After they found their love for the thrills and high narcotics gave them, the boys discovered their musical talents, and formed a band with the title of Empty Threat. The music was a way for them to get their emotions out without going ballistic, and nine times out of ten, the songs they created were all from the narcotics they had taken before hand.

He met Dennie in his teen years, and instantly fell in love. A naive mood from a rocker, wasn't it? He was scared to take the chance in asking her if she had feelings for him, so instead of putting himself out there, Dante had refused and took the role as her protector. He dealt with the other boyfriends she had around, or the attraction she leaked out to strangers, but he kept his cool. For the most part. Despite being unaware of her feelings, whenever they got drunk and high together, things seemed to go down. Dennie had been his first lay, and even though she hasn't remained his only, he knows he only put emotion into the two times he slept with her, instead of any other time he shared a bed with another female. He tried not to think about those nights, considering she had been wasted beyond explanation, so he figured trying to pretend it never happened was the best choice of action. If Dante had any idea that he had gotten Dennie pregnant the second time they had slept together, there's a very good chance he wouldn't be the man he is today.

When he turned nineteen, him and his brother took off from New York to try and broaden their music interests and sound. When they were twenty-four, him and his brother had a small fallout, and they ended up splitting the band off. Dante continued on looking for his own gigs and bands to be involved with, though he still holds a small grudge against TJ for bailing out on everything. They took the same flight back to New York, regardless, and went their separate ways. They didn't talk for the longest time, considering they had left on bad terms. It took TJ three years to make contact with Dante once more, but Dante wasn't that interested. At least, not until he ran into his brother six years later, sucking on some poor girl's neck in an alley. TJ turned on him as soon Dante tried to pull his brother from his victim, oblivious to the fact that she was already beyond saving. Before Dante knew it, TJ had bitten him as well.

He went back to his bar, something he had bought because the music business wasn't doing as good as it was, confused and upset. He soon learned that vampires weren't just stories people always talked about, that they were real. It got even more hysterical when he was confronted and explained that he was apart of the Valen clan; his brother had been apart of it for a year already. It was a lot to process, but so far, Dante's been getting along quite alright.

bring it with you as you dream
MAYBE YOU CAN WAKE UP TOO

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PICTURES:

Pocket Knife
Tattoos

A threesome isn't a sin.

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