Dekker Andrew Vaughn

Dekker is what people would expect from a tattoo artis. He is very ruff around the edges, the boy who rebelled against his upbringing and really never stopped partying. Sure Dekker has calmed down sense his young teen years but there is still that touch of rock and roll.

Dekker wears his confidence like a crutch. So he comes off as a bully, when really he is. He likes to test those romantics in life. For him life is dark, it’s hard and there is no place for your head in the clouds. So why not just poke at the optimism that he could never actually get a hold onto? His smirk holds his frustration and he pushes people to overcompensate for his harsh realism way of thinking.

No Dekker does have his soft side, it’s just no shown so easily. Ever sense he moved away from that little town he lived in with his family it has been a far reach to see Dekker really be charming. He does have a watchful heart, like as much as he might pick on someone he wouldn’t actually let them get hurt. He has a soft spot for any kind hearted cutesy sort of girl. Those are really the ones that make him week at the knees.

Love is an idea that he doesn’t let himself get too into. There was a girl once, that he let himself linger on. He still thinks about her every day. There is no chance there. She is the reason he left America. Everywhere reminds him of her and what he did.

The thing thought that has him more than anything is his tattooing. His art is what saved him. Dekker was brought up in the old school when the only people getting tattooed were criminals and bikers. That was the only chance for a kid who had been discharged from the army.

Dekker did come from magic from his mother. His father was a muggle and a veteran serving in world war I. He was put into Salem but was a troubled kid. He had a hard time in school. He got into fights. Once he almost got expelled. World War II was raging when he graduated. His father was the one who pushed the boy to fight. Dekker did. On the battlefield is where he lost his leg. War changed the boy. He was a lot ruffer, without fighting for his country he had no idea what to do. He had been tossed into muggle warfare and now was home with no idea what to do. He felt disconnected with his magical side.

Rehab was another thing he was dealing with. Learning to walk again took some time. Luckily there was something that he had found to put his focus into. Tattooing. This was the age where American traditional was being zapped onto the bikers, the solders and the criminals. Dekker couldn’t be more enamored with it.

It seemed like he had found his place with tattooing. One night a woman came in, it was late and Dekker was about to close up shop. She was alluring though. Her eyes were dark like her hair. Her skin was milky white and he had never seen a woman more beautiful. That as the night that Dekker was turned.

At first he hated the woman who had changed him. She soon would change his opinion. After all they were bound for a life time by blood. Dekker had felt like his art was taken from him because of the blood lust that surged through him. She guided him to control and he eventually was able to get back to doing what he loved. Through the years they would travel together. Dekker would learn new techniques and styled. In George Dekker met a woman. She had him smitten. He spent months with her filling up his nights. One night he told her what he was. She laughed at him and said that couldn’t possibly true. Dekker proved it to her and she screamed. Instead of those looks of love she looked disgusted. Dekker’s maker demanded that he get the girl and dispose of her or they would be hunted. So he did. He found her and he killed her.

Covered in her blood that was when he decided to leave the states. Forget about the only girl he had ever thought he loved in this glaringly lonely life. Before her he had only had the army and his art. It looked like he was back to just focusing on his art. In England Dekker settled, his maker there with him. She would leave for months and come back. No matter how long she would go she always came back to him. It wasn’t lust that kept them. Dekker thought she was lovely yes, but he never loved. It was more the bond that he knew would never be broken. He was her son.

Eventually Dekker opened a tattoo shop. He would fill it with talented artists and live his life there doing the only thing that he could to keep him sane through the years. Dekker is tough on his artists but he also is a patient teacher. He comes in later and tattoos through the night, not letting the people he works with know of his vampireism. He always has to feed well before he works or the blood will distract him but he has it down to a routine.