Drunken Saint
Moon
- Joined
- Sep 18, 2010
Jackson Sane was a punk rock legend. Not only was he a gifted British singer, as his voice was the wet dream of every young woman that could get their hands on a copy of his songs, He was also an amazing bassist, his fingers creating beautifully deep riffs that stirred the souls of millions. His jet black hair cropped short and spiked in a style that many men tried to copy. His blue-green eyes gave off depth that not even the ocean could match, which seemed to pull everyone in.
What was little know about Jackson Sane was that his real name was Sidney Durham, and he was much older than the 26 years the papers claimed him to be. Centuries older. Sidney Durham was a vampire. Not the glittery, emo type Hollywood put up on the big screen, but the ravenous for blood, twisting mortals to his whim type of vampire. And his recent stint in the limelight as a musician had attracted attention to him that he had been trying to avoid. He loved the screaming fans, but his face was plastered everywhere and it was only a matter of time before he would be found out. So this concert was going to be his last, before he staged and accidental death and ran off into hiding with a mortal to feed of of until she died.
It was the day before the concert, and the band's plane had landed in England. He put on the outward appearance of being stressed and depressed, really not caring about the fan girls and paparazzi around him. He would wait until the concert to pick out the mortal woman he would take with him. He made his way to the waiting limo when he picked up a unique scent in the crowd. Storing it for later, he tossed his hat back into the crowd of fangirls and got into the limo.
((I hope this is good enough starter for you. ))
What was little know about Jackson Sane was that his real name was Sidney Durham, and he was much older than the 26 years the papers claimed him to be. Centuries older. Sidney Durham was a vampire. Not the glittery, emo type Hollywood put up on the big screen, but the ravenous for blood, twisting mortals to his whim type of vampire. And his recent stint in the limelight as a musician had attracted attention to him that he had been trying to avoid. He loved the screaming fans, but his face was plastered everywhere and it was only a matter of time before he would be found out. So this concert was going to be his last, before he staged and accidental death and ran off into hiding with a mortal to feed of of until she died.
It was the day before the concert, and the band's plane had landed in England. He put on the outward appearance of being stressed and depressed, really not caring about the fan girls and paparazzi around him. He would wait until the concert to pick out the mortal woman he would take with him. He made his way to the waiting limo when he picked up a unique scent in the crowd. Storing it for later, he tossed his hat back into the crowd of fangirls and got into the limo.
((I hope this is good enough starter for you. ))