Richard “Richie” Gravois - 28/233 years old - Vampire - FC: Zane Holtz - Taken

» Sexuality «

Pansexual

» Kinks and Limits «

+ Turn Ons: Anal (g&r) oral (g&r) sex swings, bondage, sex toys, nipple clamps, blood play, being bitten, cages, collars (worn in private and public), Exhibitionism, slapping, fantasy rape, orgasm denial, wearing inappropriate clothing in public, double penetration, whipping, role reversal, orgasm denial, pegging, 

- Turn Offs: scat, water sports. 

» Secret «

The only secret he has is that he killed his maker, other than that, all the slaves know how brutal he is when it comes to renting them.

» Personality Traits «

+Intelligent, Humorous, Protective

-Unstable, Sadistic, Insane

» Personality «

Richard is an intelligent man who finds prides in his knowledge of various things, he doesn’t like to be wrong on anything and goes out of his way to make sure he is always right. If someone tries to embarrass him and say he is wrong, he will not be friendly towards said person. Only a few other Dominants have gotten away with it, but solely because they were much older than him. He can also be humorous and make people laugh, even sometimes when he is with his slaves, if he likes them well enough, he will be sweet and gentle, but that is only on a good day, those rarely happen and only to a few slaves at that. He is very protective of his belonging and estates, not trusting anybody with anything. He can sometimes be protective of his slaves, but again those are rare occasions. Richard is very sadistic and enjoys being that way very much, he is often unstable, not able to stop his moods. They quickly make a 180 degree turn and he is either in a good or a murderous mood, it is often hard to tell with the vampire. He is insane, raping and killing his maker just because he was bored with her. Most people are afraid to be near him, and he doesn’t mind it one bit. If he could have It his way, he’d rather be alone with his slaves.

» Biography «

Richard Gravois was born in France in 1781 and had lived life as a farm boy most of his adult life. He enjoyed his role of being the bread winner in his family, and would beam with pride when he brought more than enough food for his family. Richard had married young, wanting to start a family right away. The man didn’t waste any time and before he and his wife knew it, they had 4 kids. Two girls and two boys. One had been born stillborn, but that didn’t stop Richard and wife to keep trying. After the fourth child, they decided it was enough for a nice family. The family survived on work from the farm, inheriting it from Richard’s family once his father had passed away. Not only did it provide food for his family, but it also provided money. The family was doing well, able to afford nice things once in a while. Richard and his wife had always been invited to balls that took place in the city, and the young man enjoyed taking out his wife, giving her the life she wanted. Things seemed perfect, but that was until…

A sudden plague struck France, causing most of his family to pass away. The last ones standing were Richard and his youngest daughter. The youngest didn’t dare let go of her mother’s corpse, holding and clinging on to her lifeless body. If Richard had even attempted to remove the young girl from her mother’s side, she’d throw a fit. It wasn’t long until she too was taken from the horrible disease. That left Richard all alone, he wondered why he hadn’t gotten sick, why God had cursed him to be the last man standing, but that wasn’t the case, because days later he caught the disease and laid in his bed, ready for death to take him and reunite him with his family.

It had been the middle of the night, and the man was in bed, sweating and vomiting, the illness taking over his body. He had heard loud noises coming from the main room of his small home, but hadn’t the strength to go and check what it was. He figured they were looters, thinking that the once occupants of the vacant home had all died and abandoned the area. Richard was mistaken, for it wasn’t any looters, but a dark haired woman with milky white skin. She entered his room, rouge lips glistening with the reflection of the moon. The pale woman didn’t say a word as she placed a wet towel on the man’s forehead, blue eyes not leaving the sick man’s as she hummed a lullaby. Richard didn’t have the strength to run away, instead he laid there in horror wondering what the woman was going to do. He didn’t understand why she was tending to him, he had never met her in his life.

The woman finished cleaning his sweaty, dirty skin, and then proceeded to lay next to him, still humming that gloomy tone that would later haunt Richard. She left a trail of kisses until she reached his neck, and sunk her teeth in, sucking his blood and stopped when she neared his last heartbeat. Richard didn’t fight it, didn’t have the strength to do so, instead he laid there in horror as the vampire sucked the life out of him. Moments later, he could feel wet liquid pouring into his mouth. It had an iron taste to it, the man fought for a second but nothing seemed to work, so he gave up and drank the blood willingly. He later woke in an entirely new place, greeted by the woman who had turned him into a vampire. It was later that he realized that he was no longer in France, no longer dying. The woman vampire had taken him to a small island, and it wasn’t years until he realized he was in the Americas.

Richard had instantly fallen in love with her, questioning everything he could about his immortality, picking up terrible habits from his master. He loved the taste of human blood, enjoyed the thrill of the hunt as the two traveled wherever they pleased. When they finally decided to stay on the island, she treated him like a king, spoiling him rotten, and the man matured into a very evil vampire, often caught playing with his food. His maker didn’t like much of what he did with his meals, placing them in a torture chamber and having them tortured in the most brutal way. The humans needed to learn who ruled the world, needed to see how replaceable they were, and he did just that as he kept them in cages. It wasn’t long until he had grown bored with his maker and decided to kill her. One night, with the help of a slave he had rented for the evening, they went into his maker’s chambers and silvered her, having the slave place the heavy duty chains on top of her, and tied her up to the bed. After she was securely tied, he proceeded to rape her, finding nothing but sheer pleasure in doing so. He made the slave watch, making sure that they saw everything just to stir fear within the slaves. No one would ever have his heart, the man was a sadistic killer after all. After he finished with her, Richie staked his maker and took over the fortune, and the house. The council came to talk to Richie, asking what had happened to her, and denied everything, pinning it on the slave. His story passed, and so the slave was tortured and killed, leaving him to run free with no charges whatsoever.