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Stop Undead Oppression Now!

Death is what you make it.

Created on 2008-06-25 04:54:22 (#15945819), last updated 2008-10-02

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Name:	Vince Byron
Location:	San Francisco, California, United States

Bio

I Like Garlic, Actually

But first, on earth as Vampire sent,
Thy corpse shall from its tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race;
There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life;
Yet loathe the banquet which perforce
Must feed thy livid living corpse.
Thy victims are they yet expire
Shall know the demon for their sire,
As cursing thee, thou cursing them,
Thy flowers withered on the stem.
This is Vince Byron; no relation to the Lord Byron who wrote the above (though the gentleman in question clearly had no idea what he was talking about). Vince, you see, is a vampire. … Go on, laugh it up. It’s the truth. And no, he doesn’t follow the pattern you’d expect – he’s neither hauntingly beautiful, nor does he wear lacy shirts, and, above all, he most definitely does not sparkle. Rice and Meyer are on his shit list, no doubt about it. Stoker gets exempt, if only because his book is a tolerable read. And Dracula was awesome, unlike certain sparkle- and/or emopires we could name. You want to know how he got turned? Funny story behind that, actually. It was an old girlfriend, see. She was an enthusiastic PETA member, and (supposedly) a vegetarian, so how was he supposed to know? The one thing he regrets most of all in his life is not declining when she asked if he was into the kinky stuff. You can probably fill in the blanks from there.

Here’s the low down on what Vince is actually like and the… uh, symptoms of his particular condition: he’s a bit stronger than usual, but definitely doesn’t look it. In build, fashion sense, and general bearing, Vince is a chicken-skinny nerd with a tree-hugging pinko whiff about him, for the astute among you. And he has more stamina than your average human, and isn’t all that keen on sunlight – not that he bursts into flame or anything, but just imagine being ten-times more susceptible to raging sun-burns than a pasty white boy already would be. Nothing a good dip in and constant application of sunscreen won't cover. Oh, and he’s got the fangs, of course. But he doesn’t kill people. He’s a strict pacifist. Currently, he manages to accommodate his special diet through connections with, as he likes to put it, ‘a guy he knows’. Meaning a friend who works in a blood bank, who knows how to pull strings enough to get Vince his daily dose of hemoglobin. In exchange, Vince will also be a taste-tester for contaminated blood, or mislabeled, or what have you. See, a service to society and everything! True, he’s only been a vampire for a few years now, and this little system may not last forever, but Vince will deal with that problem when he comes to it.

Vince is from San Francisco, and has pretty much called the Bay Area his home for all of his life. He currently has a house in the Mission, which he’s sharing with far too many people - a necessity, given how high the goddamn rent is. His friends include fellow bloodsuckers, werewolves, and undead. What can he say? Freaks follow freaks. They’re also of a similar political mindset, and there are feminists, animal-rights activists, passionate environmentalists (of the sit-in-a-tree-and-won’t-come-down variety), anarchists, communists, and the general misfits that are actually pretty much standard fair, if you run in the right circles. He has always been involved in various Causes; nothing strange, seeing as political activism is a highly contagious disease ‘round his parts. But being a young, white, straight, normal-as-you-please, vanilla-as-they-come American boy, he never thought he knew any true, individual causes he could get behind… until he changed. Because now he can tap into an otherwise sorely untouched vein of crusades that need fighting! Undead rights, people. Stop propagating unfair stereotypes and educate yourself! The daylight folk aren’t very keen on listening to him, or even believing his fight is legitimate, but so what? It’s certainly not going to stop him from trying!

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