Below are the 8 most recent journal entries recorded in demitrianaeris' LiveJournal:

Sunday, May 7th, 2006
5:34 am	Lots of misdirection? I have been out of my parents for about 3 months now, and so far it has been sweet.. I realized recently how much of a slob I am, and I have to find some ways to rectify my current ways of life.. Ahhh well I need to quit waiting for motivation and life to come seek me, I guess. Something blocks me, perhaps its fear of, no matter how hard I try in life I am destined to be smacked down to the same position I am at now, thus a wave of disabling fear washes over me and I feel relieved in how easy it is. So... I guess that does it for now, by the way those of you who do not know me very well, I am an anime fan, and I go to conventions and stuff, and I have not done a whole lot of cosplay, however, I got a feeling I may change that this year, I however have to do something to make myself more comfortable with me before I go off doing stuff like that, or else I will be full of fear and doubt.. hahah. Time to join a gym and get over my insecurities about my physical appearance. Buh-Bye 4 now... - Dan - P.s. I bought FF7:AC for my PSP, as much as some people dislike it, I enjoy it a lot, perhaps its the feeling of nostalgia. Current Mood: looking forward? (Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 14th, 2006
9:41 am	Tearing through.. I got rid of my couch last night, moving a couch on ones own upstairs sucks. I got rid of something I got for a girl years ago(she finally got it.) Simply because I didn't want to pack it, there is nothing wrong with that.... is there? Oh well.... Getting ready for an 8 hour day of work, because my boss knows I don't have a girlfriend, how pitiful is that? Ahh well, I can't moap about it, I kind of enjoy being single to the point of freedom, but get a tiny bit lonely once in awhile... And thats about it. 9 Days Left until the move, I got four people, I wonder who will pull out first and confirm my brothers belief that you need to lie and spring it on male friends to assist in moving, if you are not a cute girl. ...... which I am not. - Dan (Comment on this)
Thursday, February 2nd, 2006
7:30 pm	The time for, execution? Or for freedom? I am moving out of my parents place, and am indeed supposed to be packing at this very moment. I have decided after wrestling with my decision for almost 4 months, but an opportunity has presented itself, and so like a fish I have taken the bait. I am moving into a basement suite, get my own kitchen (-oven for a good reason, but I could get it back.. eh..) Bathroom, Living space, bedroom etc. Its nice enough that it'll suit my needs, which is... a key to my house for once in my life. I will also be able to take up my favourite things of, learning more computers, and now I will have no reason not to have girls spend the night. I just have to pick myself up out of my slump and go looking for girls. However, I do not very well verbalise my personal feelings.... I mean... I am a guy, thats the way it works. Yay.... now I am going to pack some Videos, cuz, I need to... (Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 17th, 2006
4:01 pm	Through the darkness I tread.. It would seem the only place I found I can go where people like to see me, has vanished, the city I live in has nothing for me, but a strip bar, and a club with a bad reputation(Plus, I don't wanna see any former highschool 'alumni' for the threat of a fight.) I have to bite the bullet as they say and watch my sanctuary fall before my eyes. Why? Because it is open late, and has more than 3 computers running, it breaks the bylaw.. ... ... a bylaw like that and no internet cafe would run, ever. Well there is something to be learnt in all of this, the city of New Westminster has long since become a hallowed shell, acheing to be more, acheing to be the next Florida in my opinion. The old shall gather, and out-complain the youth, destroying any foundations they have for hang outs and the like. It is a dark day, with few glints of the rising sun in the east, the sun that is life giver, and seemingly life taker. Thus is the way of life, everything that lives, prospers, must eventually turn to dust. What a lovely world we live in, will it ever matter if this place gets closed? Probably not, but with the way the world goes, it will never matter, if any place gets closed. Soon, we shall return to the darkness we have tried to hide from, and there we shall seek solace and peace from the world we have created... Current Mood: melancholy (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, December 29th, 2005
5:58 pm	Demitri's beginning Born, son of Anrius Delfye Anaeris, he was born first of his sons. His brothers were Denus, Volker, Vicktor, Markis, Heius. He was given the title as heir to the Anaeris clan, which he thought burned in the back of the minds of his brothers... His clan lived on the plains of Casse, in a small mountain range. Near the southern borders of Germania... Considered the most brute of the barbarians, the clan Anaeris was the most careless of them all. during the lifetime of Anrius, he saw his sons come to great power, as the Anaeris clan finally began to win the war with the other clans of the Casse plains, thus winning the plains themselves. Considered the most hated clan of the time, they were feared, each of the clans had fallen to the mighty axes of the Anaeris... Demitri however seemed most skilled and violent with his mighty battle axe, having cleaved apart nearly 4 members of the Rekyen clan himself.. The Rekyen were the rivals of the Anaeris clan, always they fought for power, they were the two top clans, many had hoped that the Rekyen would win, however none could see the onslaught that would be caused by Demitri at the final battle of the Casse plains, that enabled the Anaeris clan to claim victory. During the last days of the Rekyen, Demitri got cursed by the elders of the clan, before their passing.. Demitri started to cough up blood, grow faint and light headed... this made many of the Anaeris clan fear for invasion from rebelling family members, if the heir was to die. Anrius inclined to the elders on what to do, they told him of a sword, told to have magical values and energies that could sustain Demitri, they did not know how well it would work, but if they did not do it fast... he would die. Without thinking of the consiquences they sought out this magical blade, not finding it, they grew wary and sideways upon the subject, when the time came they could do nothing, and they knew it, they brought Demitri out, to a pyre that would burn away his existance the day after. He had wanted to see the stars one last time, they left him alone on the pyre and returned to their home, to sit, uncomfortable and .wait for the sun to rise to a new day. That night, the wandering vampire Valek happened upon the pyre... the mysterious Vampire saw much potential for power in the human that lay there cursed and dying.. He stopped by the man and looked to him, and asked him if he wished to live longer... Demitri nodded and closed his eyes speaking of his desire to live and serve his father as heir, however Valek knew what might happen, he sired the human laying there, waiting for death to approach, and it had. Demitri took in his last gasping breath before air would mean nothing to him, anymore. Before his eyes of mortality closed for the last time.. Before he would know of the hunger.. Valek had placed a cut wrist over the mouth of Demitri for his body to absorb and live, as he drank, an overwhelming darkness spread, the curse had now become the source of his madness. Valek just as he came, disappeared, without a trace. Leaving Demitri to his own devices, however he went into hiding, leaving his family to wonder who stole the body of Demitri that night. During the time of the bodys disappearance and Demitri's final true slumber, as he crossed into the path of the dead was a week. He was out for 7 days, his body buried, when he awoke he went to the only home he had ever known. Taking the blood of Valek he knew he could never see the sun again. Moving through the darkened forests his body seeming to get stronger, as it went on, yet an overwhelming hunger overtook him, for not meat, not water, but the blood of men... He stopped, hearing something deep in the forest, he headed towards the sounds, there were two men around a fire, they were seeming outcasts from the Rekyen, standing in the darkness Demitri could hear their hearts beat, closing his eyes his chest started to pound. His eyes rolled back into his head and he walked out, a small blade in his palm as he walked out. The two men not sure who it was they called out into the darkness "Who walks there?" the sound of leafs rustling was the only sound they could hear.. before he entered the light, their eyes widened as they saw the man that tore through half their clan by himself... Demitri the heir of the Anaeris Clan, they scrambled but were nearly too scared to even breathe.. Moving forward he walked straight for the first of the two who was trembling, backing away, until his back hit a tree, Demitri's arm thrust out quick grabbing him by the forehead, slamming the back of his skull against the tree with a disgusting sound, kind of like crushing a tin can was heard. Turning around his eyes seemed to glint red in the fire's brazen blaze, he smiled at the man walking forward, the second and living one turned and ran off grabbing nothing, Demitri just closed his eyes his desire for blood seemed to over take him as he flipped the blade in his palm throwing it forward it cut into the side of the runners leg. Charging up behind the now wounded runner he kicked him in the back of the knee sending him down hard to the ground, grabbing the man by the throat he dragged him to the fire raising him up he stared into the mans fearful eyes. Tilting his head, his long black hair covered his view as he gritted down on his teeth slowly choking the life of the man, kicking and gasping he died in his hand. He feasted upon their essence, their blood giving him even more strength than he had before. He laughed, grabbing parts of their armor, forming his own, breaking parts of their shoulderblades and melding it to his own, he spent an hour upgrading his armor... He tore parts of their armor away to create a mask for himself, he knew his death was too soon past for some to assume nothing had happened. Soon he stood upon the threshold of the forest, that parted his families home from the rest of the plains. Soon there would be a new clan... his clan... the clan of the moon, the clan that would stand triumphant over all who stood opposite them... Or perhaps he would continue to travel alone.... Standing on the edge of the forest he just started to laugh, as though he could not care less about what happened from here on out, just with an arrogance of life, a feirce determination for survival, and unparalleled victory.. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 28th, 2005
11:40 pm	Story basic. With my writing, as any writer, I do not follow anyone elses storylines, or character basics, this is a quick introduction to the system of ruling parties of the Vampiric society I have made. When passed the clans age, they're were four groups forged, each allied to another, they were lead by exceptional vampires. To the North the land of bravery and ice, Maraxus, a mighty warrior, fearless in the face of any threat, he has long red hair and a well fashioned Crimson cloak under he wore steel. To the West, the land of invention and mind, Demitri, he at the time was pronounced the most powerful Vampire in the new world, besides the lost Lugoj. To the South a land of traders and wealth, Rhasheed, the greatest political figure in the Vampire community, he created the Council and heads it, even today he is beknownst to all Vampires.(The council is the way the society went after the discovery of the 'new world'. To the East the land of Body and will, the former head of the entire Vampire Race, Salvulai a great power on his own, he created the idea of the four Lords, so each area would have a leader, and someone to take care of the problems there. (Comment on this)
1:43 pm	Tyr-Nax The Tyr-Nax clan was the clan made by Lord Nax-Dral the Second Vampire in creation. The clan was the second ever made, it was forged by the Lord himself to combat his evil brother Draxous, the first. The clan fought their enemies with strong power and full honor, but this is not the way they are now remembered. During the battle The Tyr-Nax started to become powerhungry, not just killing their opponents but taking their blood and power as their own, giving them untold power. When the battle was coming to a close not even the clan of Draxous, the Fear-Drax could of stood to the power given to them from drinking the blood of their enemies. The Tyr-Nax won and began to spread more, then years later the clan started to have problems. Some of the nobles in the clan began to become aware of the corruption brewing in the clan so they gave the warning to the Lord and he did not care, for he had taken the blood of Draxous in himself to contain the power not wanting others to use it for dark deeds like Draxous did himself, so they considered him the first now. The power struggle in the clan lasted for 20 years until finally the Nobles broke away 16 clans were made from the leaving Lords. Some of the more powerful were at first the Aux, for their power over body. The clans grew to hate the Tyr-Nax mostly because of their superior power and dominant leadership. The clans started to brew their hatred for the clan into what were the makings of a war, soon to be. The Aux and another clan the Galvania were well ready for a great battle, but they knew without a form of a miracle the Lord Nax would just not topple, but perhaps if they took out his minions he would go into hiding. They thought wrong, the Tyr-Nax were celebrating the Dawn of death, the anniversary of when the Fear-Drax were wiped out once and for all, Nax was at his head table when the clans marched in and laid siege to the partying clan. They were quick to act guessing they would attack sooner or later, and tonight was the perfect opportunity, Nax stood the Tyr-Nax went silent it had been over 200 years since Nax raised his great blade in anger and even then he was only half of what he is now, and then he was nothing short of impressive, the General of the Aux army ran to him bringing his blade up in a slash, the blade caught by Nax and he raised his left arm and within a second the Generals upper body slid off his bottom and he turned to dust. The clan stopped as he was pronounced one of the three best fighters out of all Vampires, even the Tyr-Nax were scared of Nax's ability. The clans fled and soon called war upon the Tyr-Nax but only the Galvania and the Aux were strong enough to face them, the others were still in forming and were scared of what the Tyr-Nax may do. The leader of the Galvania Lord Mychiel found a young man when he fled the man stood there not phased slightly by the death or screams heard, not even the charging army, he stood there a strong willed look in his eyes not armed, and clothed in rags. He had his guard take the young man to him that night, where he turned the young man of 19, his name.. was Lugoj. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
1:16 pm	Part I, Before Demitri. In the beginning, in life, Nax-Dral was a warrior of great stature in the world, it was in the early days of man when he was made a legend in his tribe, he was a vicious fighter who took no ends to win, he fought with honor and bravery, everyone admired him, except one. It was when he returned from the great battle of Tethoc that it happened, his brother Draxous challenged him, Nax tried to refuse but could not get out of it. Nax defeated Draxous in a battle that waged for an hour, neither letting themselves fall, but in the end Draxous was defeated by his brothers tactically abilities, Nax spared his life. When losing he was banished from the tribe and he traveled East, not to be seen or heard of for many years to come. Life progressed, and so did Nax and his age, he was 35 during the time he was considered very old, when a man came to him, he refused to let out his name, but told Nax that his brother in the East had been raising an army of un-imaginable power, and there was no way he could match up to him, unless he vowed allegiance to the man. The man's name was Jheiar a demon amongst men, he had the power to imbue energy upon another, but it would cost him his life, he though feared what Draxous could do, if he caught him and forced him to add his power to him, like he did Jheiar's master Beiras, making Draxous the first Vampire, as the combining had the effect of giving the Vampiric curse upon whomever received it. Jheiar took the hands of Nax and in a black flash of light both men were gone, 3 years later he arose out of the ashes of the town, changed... he became the second Vampire in creation. When they were made they were given the ability to recreate in their power over others by their bite, the kiss of blood it was named. Draxous being made 2 years ahead of Nax, plus the 3 he was encased in sleep gave him time to prepare a clan, the Fear-Drax, the first clan. Nax returned to his homeland to search for his lost three years to find that all had been skinned and burned.. nothing was left, not even Nax's sons. He started to lose his mind in revenge, he made his own clan the Tyr-Nax, not even 3 months after the Tyr-Nax were made he waged war on his brother vowing vengeance for the death of all he cared for in life. The clans warred during the nights are regrouped during the day, the battle was at a stalemate for 14 years of constant combat. The Tyr-Nax found in drinking the blood of their opponents they could double their own strength. In the end Draxous' own seeking revenge got him defeated, he charged the field with his men, straight for Nax, they clashed blades the time the battle was intense and lasted well over 5 hours in complete blood and pain, Draxous was defeated when Nax spun slashing out his stomach then ripped his heart out from his chest. Nax, drank the blood of his brother making himself almost god-like, the Fear-Drax were slaughtered by them soon after, as they fell apart without their leader. The Clan became arrogant and corrupt in the following 200 years of politics, Nax made 20 lords to govern his lands, 14 turned away to make their own in spite of their lord, they were tired of the corruption in the clan. That is when the 14 clans were made. The marking point of the end of the first regime of Vampires. The clans eventually turned even on their own, and attacked the Tyr-Nax, the clans of Galvania and Aux battled hard against their former friends in combat, they succeeded, but at the price of their own lives, all three clans were wiped out during this clan war. (Do not mind to spelling mistakes too much, I am a little tired atm..) (Comment on this)