Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2017 12:30:16 GMT -5
Friends were worth nothing in this world of demons. They were much like emotions, a liability. Friends only offered others a way to get to you, adversaries, on the other hand, did not. They gave you reasons to keep going, to fight, to win, and could not be used against you. Well, unless you were sentimental and for some reason liked your enemy. But Delano Barrons was not, he also was not afraid of demons and monsters. Any enemy he had were, in his mind, worth nothing as well. At least, they were nothing to him. He could not even bring himself to hate his enemies. Sure they were there, but they meant little. They were just disturbances in his otherwise undisturbed life. Memories could resurface, wounds could reopen, and emotions only left you weak. They were all best left as is, undisturbed. Everyone walked a path filled with demons and angels. For Delano, he was the demon. Nothing could top the utter self-loathing that filled him, and no one could exploit him. He was unbreakable, unafraid, and dangerous. To anyone he would be a most formidable enemy, and even worse friend.
Maybe him having no ties was best, he certainly felt that way. Nothing could possibly convince him otherwise. But maybe, just maybe, in a few thousand years someone would come along that would break down the walls he built around himself. Whoever that someone is, however, they would have to be very special indeed. Delano did not affiliate himself with anyone not worth his time, but most were not worth his time. Which made his social life difficult and bordering none existent. As of now, the pale-skinned male was walking in the heart of Forks. A small, rainy, too-green, town in the middle of no where; well it was actually in Washington. He had come here by sheer accident, and decided to stick around. Delano did not like to admit it but something about this town intrigued him. Maybe it was the odd way there seemed to be an abundance of supernatural beings, and how vampires and werewolves coexisted in a harmonious nature. Well at least most of them did. Delano was not one to uphold any boundaries, he even defied the Volturi with ease. No one would tame him, or scare him, and he was most likely older than any of the "royal" vampires that sat on those thrones underground. It bothered him that some stupid, unimportant vampires had managed to create names for themselves. Well someday that would change, he was almost certain of that; and hopefully he was around when it did.
Delano was dressed casually; in a pair of stone-washed jeans, black t-shirt, and a black jacket. He owned very little clothes here, as he had not need to, and so his outfits were rather similar. In Ireland, however, he did have quite a bit of clothes to call his own. After all he was quite rich and with no need for food, why not spend it on something. But here he was nobody. A passer-by, a stranger. That suited him just fine, there was no need to let them think any different.
@stefan
Maybe him having no ties was best, he certainly felt that way. Nothing could possibly convince him otherwise. But maybe, just maybe, in a few thousand years someone would come along that would break down the walls he built around himself. Whoever that someone is, however, they would have to be very special indeed. Delano did not affiliate himself with anyone not worth his time, but most were not worth his time. Which made his social life difficult and bordering none existent. As of now, the pale-skinned male was walking in the heart of Forks. A small, rainy, too-green, town in the middle of no where; well it was actually in Washington. He had come here by sheer accident, and decided to stick around. Delano did not like to admit it but something about this town intrigued him. Maybe it was the odd way there seemed to be an abundance of supernatural beings, and how vampires and werewolves coexisted in a harmonious nature. Well at least most of them did. Delano was not one to uphold any boundaries, he even defied the Volturi with ease. No one would tame him, or scare him, and he was most likely older than any of the "royal" vampires that sat on those thrones underground. It bothered him that some stupid, unimportant vampires had managed to create names for themselves. Well someday that would change, he was almost certain of that; and hopefully he was around when it did.
Delano was dressed casually; in a pair of stone-washed jeans, black t-shirt, and a black jacket. He owned very little clothes here, as he had not need to, and so his outfits were rather similar. In Ireland, however, he did have quite a bit of clothes to call his own. After all he was quite rich and with no need for food, why not spend it on something. But here he was nobody. A passer-by, a stranger. That suited him just fine, there was no need to let them think any different.
@stefan