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DANNY

name... Danny Tristdale
age / dob... 34 / January 17
race... Vampire
Gender... Male

“When Liberty comes, hands dabbled in blood, it is hard to shake hands with her.”
-- Oscar Wilde

birthplace... Los Angeles, California, USA
current residence... T.J.S Detention School
occupation... Tattoo Artist

“Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written in their own blood.”
-- Friedrich Nietzsche

nickname... Trist
personality... Danny has two loves in his life: Surfing and Drumming. His preferred method of getting around is on his skateboard, but L.A. was a big place so he has a little beater parked there which goes by the name of "fuckface". He also tends to incorporate really bad 80s slang into everyday conversation (but he can like, totaly pull it off). While he's close to his mom, his dad freaks him out a little bit when he's pissed off at something, and some of his more surly customers have made him a little wary - but he'd never admit it.
strenghts... He's a strong guy and a smooth talker, what more do you need? Well, the ability to give a mean tattoo and expand the truth, of course Race Strengths: As per his sire, empathetic abilities, quick healing, and strength and agility.
weaknesses... A quick and fiery temper, long legs of the female variety, and of course - he's an addictRace Weaknesses : sunlight, fire, holy objects. Can be killed by decapitation, spine trauma, severe head trauma and damage to the heart. Blood lust.

“Whether we fall by ambition, blood or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust. ”
-- John Webster

mother... Daniel Tristdale
father... Sheri Tristdale
siblings... None
marital status...Single
orientation...Heterosexual
ons... A little bit of everything
offs... Yuppies, people who bitch about tatts, the receptionist in his L.A tattoo shop

“ Drive on. We'll sweep up the blood later!”
-- Katerine Hepburn

height... 5’&”11
build... Muscular
hair... Dark Brown, Long
eyes... Brown
markings...He's tan, even when he's pale and too many tattoos to count

“Art is never finished, only abandoned.”
-- Leonardo Da Vinci

background... Growing up:

The minute Danny popped out of the oven, the doctor knew he'd be living an interesting life (his stripper mother and haggard looking father certainly gave that kind of impression.) Being the first thing that was ever thought about the kid, it had certainly rang true even up until his mid thirties. Born to a stripper and a drug dealer, they lived in the heart of Los Angeles. Danny didn't have any siblings, neither parent were clamoring for another bundle of joy, but that didn't mean there weren't any interesting people around his house at all times. His mom's friends, his dad's "friends" - all interesting people. There were grungy members of gangs, brightly dressed hippies, white collar workers, other strippers, other addicts, and even a couple of cops every now and then.

This was all normal for Danny since day one. He thought all those other kids living in nearby suburbs had it bad. How could anyone live such a pristine and boring life? At his house there was always something happening.

About halfway through high school, Danny's dad had him helping out with the 'family business'. The customers thought it was cute, and he got razzed a lot. But hey, all his friends had summer jobs, Danny didn't need one. Also, most of his friends' money was being spent in the Tristdale household anyway. To Danny, it was a win-win situation.

Adulthood:
As Danny got older, his father let him deal with some of the more serious people coming in and out of the house. One of them, a big burly guy was convinced that the kid was ripping him off. The result of his frustration was a crack in one of the walls and a nice sexy scar on Danny's shoulders.

Up until this point, Danny had a good, easy-going, relationship with his parents. But the fact that he had pissed off one of his dad's main means of income, sent his father flying into his own rage. It put a rift between the two that was never quite patched up. They still get on okay, but any fly on the wall could tell it was under extreme duress that these two communicated.

It was also at this point that Danny decided he didn't want to be a replica of dear old dad when he got older. He developed new interests, two of which included tattoos and drums. When he got his first tattoo, he expressed his interest to the artist, and soon became his apprentice. It took a few years, but Danny picked up the art fast and soon started up his own shop near Venice Beach.

A little further into Adulthood:

Danny's Venice beach shop was taking off! He had guest artists come in for weeks at a time, and he even had to hire a receptionist and shop keeper. The chick was annoying, but she did a good job bringing people in and keeping the place clean.

In fact, one day when she was sending Danny right to his breaking point, a man by the name of Charlie Buhgard walked in, and she got all quiet. She got that look in her eye too. Danny tattooed Charlie with a grin, happy for the silence save for the buzz of the needle. At the end of it, Danny convinced (not that is was hard) Charlie to take the receptionist off his hands for a few hours, in return he'd get a discount on the ink. It was a done deal! And ever since then, the shop's receptionist fawned over Charlie every time he came in.

Charlie and Danny, both easy going guys, became friends and soon after, Danny started drumming for his band.

Regrettably, the last few months saw Danny taking a break from his beloved drum set, and instead - in Amsterdam. Learning a few things from worldly tattoo artists, and starting another shop abroad, had Danny living a European lifestyle. He missed playing in the band though, so as soon as things got running, he high-tailed it back to L.A.

He arrived home a few weeks after Charlie was turned into a vampire, but he didn't quite know anything about that yet.

Tired from a long flight, his temper was short as he walked in his house and dropped off his luggage. Dude needed a beer, so he headed towards a shitty dive near his house that the bad often played at. Danny had stories from Amsterdam that needed telling, so he walked around the bar looking for some familiar faces. There were a couple acquaintances, not any friends though. Some guy commented about the tattoo shop not being as good when Danny was gone. Inside Danny did a little happy dance, damn right his shop wasn't as awesome without him. Eventually he meandered towards the bartender, and the words "Hey man, where the fuck is Charlie?" caused a pretty blond nearby to turn her head.

Danny really wasn't the type to take random chicks home all that often. The key word there was "often". She said her name was Val, and she seemed nice enough, interesting at least, and not that psycho-stalker type either. After a few drinks, there was an open invitation to head to his house a few blocks away.

Danny half expected her not to follow him out, but follow she did and Danny doesn't quite remember the rest. He knew he took Val home, and there were some good feelings below the belt going on, but after that it got kinda hazy. He did remember an ungodly pain in the neck, something unbearable and indescribable in the worst kind of way, and drinking something that was "supposed to help". The shit tasted worse than Buckley's but still oddly familiar. Danny just couldn't quite place it, of course he was more than a little delirious at that point, so he really wasn't quite thinking so much as doing.

When he woke, shrouded in the darkness of his room, he made the assumption that the flight was more of a pain in the ass than previously anticipated. And also that he may have just had the crappiest sleep known to man. Pushing himself up off the ground didn't take as much effort as it should have, but he reached for the phone and called Charlie's cell, they were supposed to figure out some band shit when he got back. No answer.

Stomping into the kitchen, all the blinds had been pulled down and there was someone sitting at his coffee table. The first thought Danny had was that it was some dead-beat that his dad cut off (and when his dad cut someone off...well, it just wasn't good news). Danny eyed him suspiciously and didn't say anything at first. Damn he was fucking hungry, and started rifling through his fridge in a vain attempt to satisfy the odd an insatiable hunger he was feeling. But as they got talking, Danny was remembering other things. Oh, right there was some chick here, where the hell did she get off too? But when the stranger said something along the lines of blood, vampire, school, and no sunlight, Danny suddenly started listening to what he was saying. His attention span growing shorter and shorter while his temper grew hotter and hotter, he stopped chucking things out of his fridge and looked at the guy like he was on crack.

It took a lot of yelling, and a brief cracking of a blind to get Danny to take the scout seriously. But when he handed him a pouch of blood, explaining what it was, Danny glared at him, but at the same time felt an almost instinctual relief. He'd like to think he tenderly ripped the package open, but it was more of a careless tearing as he poured it down his throat, eyes clenched shut. It and that taste he had experienced moments before started to make sense from what the scout was telling him.

Meanwhile, Val, who had already turned Danny's friend Charlie, had an ulterior motive for doing the same for him. She didn't like that all her new kids were being ushered away from her, so Val had someone outside Danny's house to see which scout had been picking them up.

Fucked up. But Danny was open to new things. After finding out that Lewis knew about Charlie's race-change, Danny called and told him that he jumped on the better-than-batman-bandwagon.

Still slightly confused, Danny reluctantly called his receptionist and told her a replacement was coming in, and was going to play boss for a little bit. He also told her that Charlie was gay. She may have cried a little. But it was all relative has it gave Danny something to smile about as he packed up and moved his life somewhere else.

That somewhere else didn't last very long. A few months at most. In fact, Danny picked up and left without telling anyone where he went, even Charlie. Which, by the way, he was certain he would hear about later. Danny had done a few of Charlie's tattoos, and hadn't had the chance to touch them up before he left. Oops. But duty calls! Danny headed to Amsterdam, where his new tattoo shop had opened up. It was a good city, and Danny enjoyed it every night, keeping a strict watch on his cravings. But he had to get out of there. He was destroying his body with all the pleasures to be had, he'd never tell anyone - but he needed something a little calmer for awhile. Cue opening a tattoo shop near a "detention" center! It would be the perfect mix of normalcy and the drama that Danny loved so much.

“Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.”
-- Thomas Merton

MISC.

Rooming with...Alone
Years in TJS... Less than one year
Occupation...
Teaches _________ and runs a tattoo shop

DISCLAIMER: I am not Anthony Kiedis, although that'd be pretty sweet. Danny is a creation of mine so leave him alone. This is just for fun, if you'd like to have some fun too, go check out [Unknown LJ tag].

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