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    <title>Demon Party (AU Mature)</title>
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    <content type="html">Diana was more than excited when she heard that Tyler once had a succubi lover. Even more so when she managed to "convince" Tyler to invite her over for a fun date at home with her and Dolemeck. Of course her beloved was left in the dark about what was going on. More or less because it would be fun, and his innocent would defiantly add to his charm with Iphriah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dressed herself in a black, satin nightie and was wandering around Tyler and Dolemeck's apartment, making sure things were cleaned up and looking proper. She may not have lived there, but having a clean apartment spoke volumes to a guest. She even put out a small cheese platter in the kitchen, not that any of them would be eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana had left Dolemeck and Tyler alone, so that the two men could get ready for what would be a memorable evening for sure.</content>
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    <title>Three Days Later (AU Mature Plot)</title>
    <published>2013-11-28T23:49:52Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Three days had passed since Tyler, Diana, and himself engaged in something he never thought possible. Well, possible, but impossible that it would happen to him. There was a bit of awkwardness around the apartment. Dolemeck did not know how to react to Tyler, now. Much less what he should say to his friend when he saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ended up picking up more double shifts at work to lessen his appearance at the apartment, as he still had no clue what to say. This lead to him nearly burning out and often coming home exhausted. Tonight was no different. He opened the apartment door, dropped his backpack by the side of it, then closed and locked the door behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm home." He announced, unsure if anyone was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolemeck hung up his visor and wandered into his bedroom. There, Dolemeck started to get changed out of his work clothes and into what Diana dubbed his "Moo cow" Pajamas. Despite the fact this was his room, he was so exhausted, he exited and entered Tyler's room, flopping on his bed.</content>
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    <title>Demon Night (AU and Mature)</title>
    <published>2013-11-28T03:46:45Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Diana had come back over as she said earlier. Once she returned back to Dolemeck and Tyler's apartment, she turned back into her natural form, a large, toothy smile as she dropped her clothes and walked about in her black underwear with a long sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really hate having to wear all these clothes! It really cramps my tail up!" She wiggled her tail about before Tyler and Dolemeck, before taking a sat on the couch and toying with her long black hair. "So, what did you boys talk about while I was gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not much, my dear." Dolemeck admitted as he sat on the floor by the couch. "We spoke of my condition, being more open with one and other, and that I need to stop kicking myself when I am down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All good points." She nodded her head. "Did you tell him you find him attractive?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That caused Dolemeck to look even more embarrassed than usual. It was something he was holding back on telling Tyler, and for good reason. Diana could see it written all over his face and quickly moved her hands to her mouth in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no... I am so sorry! I did not mean to... I did not know you had not told him!"</content>
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    <title>Demons in Love</title>
    <published>2013-11-26T20:57:41Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Dolemeck came back from another day at work and just looked somewhat tired. He hung up his wool coat on the wall, dropped his backpack (which was often filled with weapons or supplies for wood carving) near the front door, and began to wander into his bedroom, only to open his door to quite a shock. Diana had somehow managed to get into the apartment he shared with Tyler, and was in her natural form. She had on nothing but a black bikini, and her tail was swinging back and forth as their eyes met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did you..." Dolemeck was trying to piece things together before Diana grasped the sides of his face and gave him a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told your land-lady I was a friend coming for a visit and you forgot to unlock the door for me." She spoke after the kiss and smiled a bit. "Well, in my disguise at least. I doubt she would open the door with this appearance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aye, I understand. but you promised to tell me when you were coming to visit, Diana." Dolemeck looked slightly upset, enough that it caused Diana's smile to fade. "My roommate may not approve of... your natural form. No matter how much I find it utterly attractive. He's a bit... cautious when it comes to the super natural."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Understandable. Not many are like us." Diana spoke in a matter of fact tone of voice. "It just has been so long since I had seen you, and I was worried, Dolemeck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am sorry, I did not mean to make you worry." His hands gently grasped Diana's. His thumbs would move over her knuckles as he held them. "I have just been so busy. Between the Tyrks within the city, my jobs, and trying to get my GED... I am just so exhausted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You might be trying to do too much at once, my darling." Letting off a sigh, Diana guided Dolemeck to sit on the bed with her. "I know I cannot be your psychologist due to our personal relationship, but you need to have time for yourself. Doing so much at once will wear you down, and could lead to another break down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is just so hard. I never knew modern life in this era would be so... complex." He flopped back on the bed, placing his hands over his face. "It is not fair to you, either. I feel I have been so wrapped up with things here that I have neglected you, Diana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is why I am here and wish to speak with you." Diana gave another smile as she straddled Dolemeck's hips in a playful manner. "I am thinking of relocating to Portland. It is not too far from here, and it has a very high class area with computer programmers and CEO's who require my services. Plus their minds are always so fascinating to see. No two humans are alike, after-all. Not even twins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So... we could spend more time, together?" He asked as his hands dropped down from his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course! It will be fun. We can have romantic dates, go on nature hikes, destroy lesser demons..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You may have had me at the lesser demon part." His voice came off as a bit more demonic with that statement.</content>
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    <title>The Adventures of Young Argo and Dolemeck (Meme)</title>
    <published>2013-10-30T00:12:55Z</published>
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    <content type="html">The playground was busy with many children running about and playing games. Some were seeing how high they could go on a swing set, others seeing who can climb up the slide the fastest, and then there was Dolemeck. He sat by himself crying and away from the other children. Not because he was made fun of for the sailor suit and cape he wore (which his Mum Venus thought was utterly adorable on him). No, it was because a group of older children walked over and took his most precious toy, a stuffed cat named Mr. Beanie! No one had come to offer aide, and just left the young man to cry.</content>
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    <title>The Next Morning... (The Misadventures of Argo and Dolemeck Part 2)</title>
    <published>2013-10-18T21:13:59Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Diana woke up first with a content sigh. The demon she just met was still asleep, holding her in his arms as though she were something precious to him. The night had been a rough one for him with many ups and downs, and the psychologist in Diana was a tad bit worried about that. This kind man had more stress and anxiety than a small dog in a room filled with kindergarteners! No one should be that stressed out or anxious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be as quiet as possible, she slipped out from Dolemeck's arms and put on the top of his "moo cow" PJ's. It was hard for her not to smile back at his sleeping form, as there was just something special about him. Perhaps what she told Cyndi was true, he was a keeper despite his issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another half hour, Dolemeck awoke to the smell of food. He gave off a low groan while sitting up in bed, his hands rubbing at his face. Last night did not happen, did it? As his green eyes looked about the room, he realized it pretty much did. While feeling somewhat more relaxed now, there was still a ting of guilt over what he had done. Though even he knew it was due to his strict catholic upbringing that he felt that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you finally woke up!" Dolemeck raised an eyebrow as he heard a voice coming from the small kitchen in the rather lavish hotel room. "You know Argo and Phil will probably be coming over to check on you, at least I hope they are. You should get yourself showered up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Diana?" He practically drug himself out of bed, managing to find his sleep bottoms and put them on before heading into the kitchen. He was a bit shocked to find her in the top to his PJ's that he wore, and making breakfast. That was something he normally did. "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Making us breakfast. What does it look like?" She turned back to grin at him. "Are you feeling any better?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aye and nay." He admitted, his voice somewhat soft. "I just... I feel somewhat guilty I panicked so much, and that I was not such a gentlemen. I should have courted you properly before..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay, really." She smiled back at him, putting some scrambled eggs on a plate for Dolemeck, and then herself. "Look, we both wanted some fun and there is nothing for you to feel guilty about. Nothing that happened between us was bad. It was... beautiful. You actually treated me like a queen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I desired for you to have as much enjoyment as I did." His voice remained somewhat soft. Despite her words, he still felt somewhat embarrassed over their tryst. Dolemeck had fainted and panicked twice that eve. Not only that, he was more high strung than usual. "Miss Diana, I am sorry I..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop right there." She pointed the spatula at Dolemeck with a grin. "There is nothing to be sorry for last night. We both had a wonderful time and you managed to get some sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did you know I had not slept well in... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were very high strung, had fainting spells from stress, and some severe anxiety." Dolemeck could only blink at her words as he took a seat by his plate of eggs. "Dolemeck, how long has this been going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ever since I got my memories back." He placed his hands up when the spatula was pointed at him, getting a slight giggle from Diana. "Why do you ask?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I'm worried about you. I know we just met, but you seem like a wonderful person. Very loving, caring... Dolemeck, you should not be so worried or uptight! But you should also not be as care-free as Argo! He has... immunity to many things, where you do not. And I would hate for you to get hurt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I understand, Diana. Believe me, I understand my own mortality." He gave off a sigh as his hands went to rest in his lap. "It is just hard, sometimes. This world is so confusing and much larger than I remembered it. I have been seeing Dr. Samson for my time displacement, depression, stress, and some anxiety disorder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's good you are seeing someone for those things." Diana smiled, placing a hand upon Dolemeck's shoulder. "Did he prescribe you anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aye, he did. But I... umm... was too embarrassed to get the medicines he put on those special sheets of paper. I do not know how to get a prescription, nor do I want to worry my friends into thinking I am sick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is nothing to be embarrassed about. Many people suffer from depression or have anxiety disorders." Dolemeck's eyes moved to look back at Diana as she reached over to stroke the side of his face. "You will worry your friends more if you do not take the medicine that Dr. Samson prescribed for you, however. After we meet with Argo and Phil, how about I take you to the Pharmacy and teach you how to get your prescriptions, hmm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That sounds... quite kind of you. But why?" There was some confusion to his face as his own hand reached up to touch Diana's. "Why would you care or help me with such things? You just met me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I like you, Dolemeck. You are a sweet man, and I would want you to get better so you can be happier. Plus I am a psychologist by trade, just like Dr. Samson. Only I am better looking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got a laugh from the cursed man. It was true, Diana was far better looking than Doctor Samson. And it was nice to have someone like him and not push him away or call him a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright. I would be most honored if you helped me with this... prescription thing. And perhaps afterwards we can go to lunch? That is, if you are not busy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My schedule is quite open, today. So, yes. I would like to go have lunch with you and then we can get to know each other better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would like that." Dolemeck smiled a bit more, finally taking Diana's hand away from his face, and placing a kiss on top of it. "Let me go shower and get ready for when Argo and Phil arrive. There is an extra shower in this room if you need to freshen up, mi'lady."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No need, I already showered while you were still sleeping. I'll just go get dressed and greet our friends at the door if they show up before you are ready." There was a small giggle that Diana could not contain as Dolemeck kissed the back of her hand. She slipped her hand away from his and gave him a more passionate kiss in return. He came off as more than happy to return such a kiss before getting up and heading to the bathroom to go get ready. "Yep, he is totally a keeper. Flaws and all!"</content>
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    <title>Argo and Dolemeck's Misadventures (NSFW)</title>
    <published>2013-10-03T23:48:18Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Dolemeck remained socially awkward, despite Argo setting a date up for him in New Orleans, and dragging him nearly around the world for events that were supposed to be "fun". Sadly, during two of those events he ended up in a dress, chaos ensued, and Tyler's eyeball twitched so much that Dolemeck feared it would pop out of his head. It was clear that Dolemeck was not very "manly" when it came to things, and often was childish or clueless when it came to technology in the modern era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus herself had concerns that her son might get himself killed or his heart broken further. She called Argo to see if he had heard from her son (as he was the only friend of Dolemeck's she knew on a "personal" level). All Bob and Venus ever wanted was for Dolemeck to be happy and healthy (though Bob feared Dolemeck could be corrupted, as he was still somewhat part demon). From what Argo had told her, she asked him to be a good influence on Dolemeck. To help him be more confident as a man and perhaps as a lover as well. Some (like Dolemeck), may see such a thing as unorthodox, but Venus was the self proclaimed "Goddess of Love" and saw the beauty in sexuality, courtship, and true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon her request (which Dolemeck found odd, but he would never say no to a request by his parents), he headed back to New Orleans and once again rented the presidential suite in an expensive hotel. He thought this was something to do with his parents, so he did not invite Tyler to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolemeck was all set for bed, dressed in a pair of PJ's that the Atlas foundation sent him as a gift (They were baby blue in color with yellow crescent moons with cows jumping over them all over the place). It sadly was a bit too big for him, covering his hands and nearly his feet (being tall and somewhat lanky made shopping for clothes a nightmare at times). He was just about to climb into bed, when there was a knock at his door. Groaning, he made his way to the hotel room door and opened it a crack to see who was behind it.</content>
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    <title>Pub Crawl</title>
    <published>2013-09-05T03:37:12Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Dolemeck decided to take Bram up on his offer of a good old fashioned Pub Crawl. Well, old fashioned from Bram, as Dolemeck lived in a time when pubs and taverns did not really exist yet. Dressed in an outfit like the one he wore they first met in (White dress shirt, black vest, black dress slacks, and black leather dress shoes), Dolemeck waited form Bram outside of his new workplace, Starbucks. It was best that Bram pick him up, as he still did not know his way around the city, or which places were safe to go to, yet.</content>
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    <title>Seattle</title>
    <published>2013-08-29T22:54:59Z</published>
    <updated>2013-08-29T22:54:59Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Dolemeck had no place to stay, so Tyler was kind enough to allow him to crash in his apartment until he could find his own living arrangements or continue his travels to California to visit his parents. Unfortunately, the wounds he suffered made traveling that long a distance a bit impossible, so he just stayed where he was. What made it worse was the news that the Helicarrier was attacked, and the woman he wanted to love, the one he wished to share his true feelings with, was presumed dead. Things could not possibly get any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying on the floor of the apartment with a pillow under his head, and a blanket covering his 6' 2" frame, Dolemeck's phone began to ring beside his head. He picked it up and remembered the right button to push this time to talk. Things just got worse, as it was his adopted Mother, Venus, calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sweetie? Are you alright? You have not called in a few days and I was worried." Venus's voice, despite being over the phone, was still an amazing thing to hear. It was unlike any other voice on this planet, that was for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mum, I am okay, I promise." He spoke softly, one hand now moving to rest under the pillow his head rested upon. "I am staying with a friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is good that you have a new friend, Dolemeck." Venus's cheerful voice continued to remain haunting as it was beautiful. "Look, sweetie... I know about what happened to that girl you really liked, and your father and I are really concerned about you. We were thinking that maybe you should come back home to live for awhile, maybe see Doctor Samson on a more regular basis to help you through this. Losing a first love can be very hard, and in your case it was very traumatic..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mum, I'm fine..." He sighed, trying to give off as little emotion as possible as he talked. He loved his adopted parents, but Venus sometimes smothered him with worry. She worried if he was eating well, would not allow him to really live by himself as he could easily be taken advantage of, and worried how learning of his time displacement affected him. Now, she worried about his broken heart. "Things like this, they just happen. Nikki died as she lived, a hero. And while it hurts I never got to tell her how I felt, she would not want me to dwell upon her death, but move on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dolemeck, a broken heart takes time. And you should be with family to help you through this. You should not be alone right now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mum, I have demons trying to drag me back to limbo. It's not safe for me to be around family at this point. Even if you are Atlas, I fear for your safety. I will just... I will figure something out. I will give you a call later when I am more settled."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright..." Venus's voice sounded very reluctant to even accept what Dolemeck was telling her. "But if you do not call later, I will call you myself. And make sure you are eating well! We love you, sweetie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you, too, Mum." Dolemeck gave off a sigh, hanging up his phone. Little did he know he had the phone on speaker the entire time, and that Tyler could hear everything that was talked about.</content>
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    <title>Test Scene</title>
    <published>2013-04-08T01:43:14Z</published>
    <updated>2013-04-08T01:43:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It was noisy as usual on the "great lawn" of Central park. Children running around playing with Frisbees, beautiful women taking in the sun on colorful beach towels, grown men playing catch or football with others, and then there was Dolemeck Night. He stood out like a sore thumb on days like this, dressed mostly in black, his long hair going down to his waist, nearly paper white skin, and several books under his arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His bright green eyes avoided contact with any of the women sun bathing, and he tried to move away from the more muscular males playing games to impress them. He made a b-line to one of the many trees on the edge of the lawn and sat with his back against one. It was perhaps his own little paradise. Blue skies, white clouds, and the greenest grass he had ever seen. The things most humans take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he was comfortable, Dolemeck placed the books to his side, and selected one to start reading from. "Les Fleurs du mal", in it's original, unedited format.</content>
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    <title>Dolemeck Night's Profile</title>
    <published>2013-01-31T17:07:52Z</published>
    <updated>2013-04-09T00:15:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NextGen Application (Canon and OC)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Player (nickname, handle)/ LJ&lt;/strong&gt;: DolemeckNight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Email:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:DeadlyGambit2@aol.com"&gt;DeadlyGambit2@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AIM (if you have one):&lt;/strong&gt; DeadlyGambit2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Character Name:&lt;/strong&gt; Dolemeck Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Character LJ (if applicable): &lt;/strong&gt;Dolemecknight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physical description (face, build, weight): &lt;/strong&gt;Dolemeck stands at 6' 2&amp;quot;and weighs 180 pounds. He's a lean muscular body-type, his skin is rather pale looking,he has long black hair that&amp;#160;ends at the small of his back,&amp;#160;and he has strking jade green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age:&lt;/strong&gt;One hundred and fifty years old (That is how long he has had his soul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday:&lt;/strong&gt; Dolemeck considers his &amp;quot;birthday&amp;quot; the day Venus gave him a soul. That would be March 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PB: (If using one.) &lt;/strong&gt;None at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abilities&lt;/strong&gt;: Dolemeck has the ability to &amp;quot;shadow travel&amp;quot; which allows him to travel through the world's shadows from one place to another. He is capible of just hiding in the shadows should he choose to do so, without being detected. he is also capible of dragging enemies into the same shadows, only when he does such a thing, they wind up in limbo, while he remains in what is deemed the &amp;quot;shadow world&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weaknesses and flaws:&lt;/strong&gt; Dolemeck is frightened of letting himself go. He's scared that he may give into his true demonic nature and hurting the world he has come to cherish and enjoy. To try and prevent this from happening, he rarely speaks with the opposite sex, does not drink, does not do drugs, or take part in anything considered a major &amp;quot;sin&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Character location/Home:&amp;#160;&lt;/strong&gt;Manhattan, New York City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alignment (villain, hero etc): &lt;/strong&gt;A demon trying to be a hero if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relatives (living/dead?): &lt;/strong&gt;He considers the Goddess Venus his &amp;quot;Mother&amp;quot;. She gave him a soul, after-all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Backstory: &lt;/strong&gt;Dolemeck night was one of the many demons who wander about Limbo. An entity of chaos and destruction, Dolemeck Night escaped Limbo through a disturbance one hundred and fifty years ago (said to have been vaused by a sorcerer of some sort. That portal opened on Earth, allowing him to roam free and do as he wished. But while on Earth, Dolemeck became fasinated by the beauty of the beings there. He also became excited about the tall tales and books that humans used to share stories. Though being an escaped demon, he stuck out like a sore thumb, and the Goddess Venus came upon him first before any other hero of that time period. She was somewhat amazed at this little demon, and how he refrained from actually doing what was in his nature. She took Dolemeck Night under her wing, and granted him a soul, as well as a human form to house it. He was created to look incredibly handsome (as Venus was the goddess of Beauty and loved all things beautiful and handsome), much to Dolemeck's shock. He did maintain some of his demonic powers, and could become a complete monster to the world if he gave into his true nature. Fearing this, the Goddess Venus needed someone to nurture Dolemeck and prevent him from becoming what he feared. In a strange twist of fate or an odd irony if you will, that task was given to an Agent of Atlas member named Venus. Due to the shock and surprise at having his own soul, Dolemeck was unable to see a difference between the two women named "Venus". He came to love the Agent of Atlas member Venus as his true "Mother". After many years under her guidance and care, Dolemeck was given an apartment of his own to live in, and the chance to find himself and his own place in the world he has come to love. He currently resides in Manhattan, New York City. While there, he plans to read as much as possible, and take in the arts of this city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you plan to introduce the character to the game?:&lt;/strong&gt; I plan to introduce Dolemeck into this game as being spotted in a park in New York, reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you planning to do with this character? : &lt;/strong&gt;I would like it if Dolemeck joined theThunder Bolts, to try and learn to be a hero, as well as share his vast knowledge with the heroes there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you want to see happen with this character?: &lt;/strong&gt;I wish Dolemeck to see that he is not a bad guy, to be comfortable with letting himself go just a little and learn to balance both the light and the dark in his life.</content>
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