Post by Xander on Apr 28, 2009 15:28:27 GMT -5
Daimons aren't exactly going to seek you out, so you have to know where to find them. Luckily, newly formed Daimons aren't too bright (it's that whole "we're only twenty-seven and have limited world experience" thing), and tend to follow established feeding paterns and behavior. Unluckily, humans aren't much brighter and still tend to fall for some of the oldest tricks in the book.
I know. Sad, but true.
(And hey, no offense if you used to be one ...)
Long-haired Daimons with supermodel good looks tend to hang out with the Goth crowd. Think about it... what better place to blend in than with a bunch of other fanged, pasty-complexioned young people? Goth chicks think Daimon teeth are hot. Daimons think Goth chicks are like potato chips.
They can't eat just one.
One way to spot a Daimon in a Goth crowd is his superb diction—a Goth with custom-made vampire teeth won't have had the years of practice getting his tongue around them that a Dai¬mon will. (How long did it take you to get around that particular impediment?)
Apollites are usually quite tall—a god like Apollo wouldn't have created a race of short people to take over the world, would he? Daimons use that gift to loom over their prey, giving them an immediate false sense of power, and making them more intimi-dating.
They also have that mesmeric gaze that made Dracula so sexy and popular in the old Hammer movies. Chicks totally dig that, apparently, too. Don't ask me why. Must be to do with the "brooding" part of the whole "dark and brooding" thing. They have a variety of psychic abilities, but like Dark-Hunters, they vary. You won't know what you're dealing with until you face them.
Another way to spot a Daimon in a Goth club is—and don't laugh—they can't dance. Seriously. Apollites have no problem in this arena. It's as if as soon as they cross over, they lose all sense of rhythm. (I think it might have something to do with them lit¬erally not having any soul.) Whatever the reason, it's a valid one to look out for.
Sometimes simple is best.
And yes, Daimons can enter clubs. In fact, they tend to own the clubs rather than dance in them. They can also come and go as they please from malls and other such public areas. Otherwise, they are indeed forbidden to enter private dwellings without an invitation. (Though chances are that scrumptious little Goth girl is probably going to invite the big bad Daimon in... unless she's seen him dance.) Hey, there's a reason punks invented slam dancing. Even a Daimon can do that.
Daimons won't drink the blood of the dead, and they are forbidden to feed on their Apollite brethren. That doesn't, of course mean that there aren't Daimons who do... but they are hunted even more viciously by their own kind. Dead with a death wish, if you will.
Apollites are also very handy for spotting Daimons. Blood calls to blood, I suppose.
Watch your own reputation—a Dark-Hunter is the personification of Satan for the Apollites. He's the boogeyman, the monster under the bed, and the thing that will eat you if you don't clean your room or mind your mother. As for Acheron, well, he's the Angel of Death and the Grim Reaper and everything else all rolled into one. Apollites are born and bred in fear of the Dark-Hunters, so it is their natural instinct to hide and protect themselves from them.
From you.
If they do not live in established clans or communities, Apollites and Daimons have still been known to take up residence in crypts and catacombs. If they are surrounded by bodiless souls, they have a quick outlet to a pick-me-up when needed. They also have a pretty foolproof way of warding off Dark-Hunters.
Like killing two birds with one soul.
They travel in groups. Usually in even numbers. Kill one and the odd number will make them spaz—that is a joke by the way. We can only wish it were the truth. If they have a female with them, they will protect her at all cost if they are old school. If they're not, they might very well throw her at you as a shield, hoping you won't hit a girl. I know your mom taught you better, but in this case, hit her. Your life will depend on it.
Daimons use bolt-holes, or laminas, to travel between dimensions. These bolt-holes drop them in the banquet hall of Kalosis, which is why it is wise for a Dark-Hunter to never follow a Dai¬mon through one. Daimons must step through a portal when one opens... which is a good thing to know if you happen to possess that particular ability.
During Mardi Gras of 2003, the threshold between Kalosis and the mortal world was very thin. Dark-Hunters were brought in from all over the globe to keep the situation under control. Some of them stayed. Some of them returned to the cities where they were stationed. Some of them left their otherwise immortal coil.
Such things happen when chaos takes a hand.
Either way, the last such occurrence was in the 1400s, and the next will be in the 2800s sometime. If you're just joining us now, that means you shouldn't be too worried about this one. (We hope.) Wait, did I say that out loud? Forget you heard it.
Not that you shouldn't be worried about an apocalypse in general, of course—you never know when the next god is going to have the next kid cursed by the Fates. Just don't worry overly much about Mardi Gras. Visit New Orleans and have a coffee and a beignet for me. Off a few Daimons. Enjoy yourself.
You do have the rest of that miserably long life to live, after all.
Oh—one more thing, the answer is no. No, no matter what you've heard, no matter how reliable your source may be, Daimons cannot fly. Promise.
Cross my cold little heart. Unless Kyrian throws them off the hood of his speeding Lamborghini. Or you throw them off a building. While this can be highly entertaining, please don't as it will only tick the Daimon off and not kill him. He'll only die if by some fortunate act of some god (and they never do anything when it's actually convenient for you) he lands on something that pierces his mark.
One last thing: Daimons are afraid of bees. Since Apollo's son is a beekeeper, bee stings are lethal to them. I have no idea when you would use this information or how, but there you have it.
I know. Sad, but true.
(And hey, no offense if you used to be one ...)
Long-haired Daimons with supermodel good looks tend to hang out with the Goth crowd. Think about it... what better place to blend in than with a bunch of other fanged, pasty-complexioned young people? Goth chicks think Daimon teeth are hot. Daimons think Goth chicks are like potato chips.
They can't eat just one.
One way to spot a Daimon in a Goth crowd is his superb diction—a Goth with custom-made vampire teeth won't have had the years of practice getting his tongue around them that a Dai¬mon will. (How long did it take you to get around that particular impediment?)
Apollites are usually quite tall—a god like Apollo wouldn't have created a race of short people to take over the world, would he? Daimons use that gift to loom over their prey, giving them an immediate false sense of power, and making them more intimi-dating.
They also have that mesmeric gaze that made Dracula so sexy and popular in the old Hammer movies. Chicks totally dig that, apparently, too. Don't ask me why. Must be to do with the "brooding" part of the whole "dark and brooding" thing. They have a variety of psychic abilities, but like Dark-Hunters, they vary. You won't know what you're dealing with until you face them.
Another way to spot a Daimon in a Goth club is—and don't laugh—they can't dance. Seriously. Apollites have no problem in this arena. It's as if as soon as they cross over, they lose all sense of rhythm. (I think it might have something to do with them lit¬erally not having any soul.) Whatever the reason, it's a valid one to look out for.
Sometimes simple is best.
And yes, Daimons can enter clubs. In fact, they tend to own the clubs rather than dance in them. They can also come and go as they please from malls and other such public areas. Otherwise, they are indeed forbidden to enter private dwellings without an invitation. (Though chances are that scrumptious little Goth girl is probably going to invite the big bad Daimon in... unless she's seen him dance.) Hey, there's a reason punks invented slam dancing. Even a Daimon can do that.
Daimons won't drink the blood of the dead, and they are forbidden to feed on their Apollite brethren. That doesn't, of course mean that there aren't Daimons who do... but they are hunted even more viciously by their own kind. Dead with a death wish, if you will.
Apollites are also very handy for spotting Daimons. Blood calls to blood, I suppose.
Watch your own reputation—a Dark-Hunter is the personification of Satan for the Apollites. He's the boogeyman, the monster under the bed, and the thing that will eat you if you don't clean your room or mind your mother. As for Acheron, well, he's the Angel of Death and the Grim Reaper and everything else all rolled into one. Apollites are born and bred in fear of the Dark-Hunters, so it is their natural instinct to hide and protect themselves from them.
From you.
If they do not live in established clans or communities, Apollites and Daimons have still been known to take up residence in crypts and catacombs. If they are surrounded by bodiless souls, they have a quick outlet to a pick-me-up when needed. They also have a pretty foolproof way of warding off Dark-Hunters.
Like killing two birds with one soul.
They travel in groups. Usually in even numbers. Kill one and the odd number will make them spaz—that is a joke by the way. We can only wish it were the truth. If they have a female with them, they will protect her at all cost if they are old school. If they're not, they might very well throw her at you as a shield, hoping you won't hit a girl. I know your mom taught you better, but in this case, hit her. Your life will depend on it.
Daimons use bolt-holes, or laminas, to travel between dimensions. These bolt-holes drop them in the banquet hall of Kalosis, which is why it is wise for a Dark-Hunter to never follow a Dai¬mon through one. Daimons must step through a portal when one opens... which is a good thing to know if you happen to possess that particular ability.
During Mardi Gras of 2003, the threshold between Kalosis and the mortal world was very thin. Dark-Hunters were brought in from all over the globe to keep the situation under control. Some of them stayed. Some of them returned to the cities where they were stationed. Some of them left their otherwise immortal coil.
Such things happen when chaos takes a hand.
Either way, the last such occurrence was in the 1400s, and the next will be in the 2800s sometime. If you're just joining us now, that means you shouldn't be too worried about this one. (We hope.) Wait, did I say that out loud? Forget you heard it.
Not that you shouldn't be worried about an apocalypse in general, of course—you never know when the next god is going to have the next kid cursed by the Fates. Just don't worry overly much about Mardi Gras. Visit New Orleans and have a coffee and a beignet for me. Off a few Daimons. Enjoy yourself.
You do have the rest of that miserably long life to live, after all.
Oh—one more thing, the answer is no. No, no matter what you've heard, no matter how reliable your source may be, Daimons cannot fly. Promise.
Cross my cold little heart. Unless Kyrian throws them off the hood of his speeding Lamborghini. Or you throw them off a building. While this can be highly entertaining, please don't as it will only tick the Daimon off and not kill him. He'll only die if by some fortunate act of some god (and they never do anything when it's actually convenient for you) he lands on something that pierces his mark.
One last thing: Daimons are afraid of bees. Since Apollo's son is a beekeeper, bee stings are lethal to them. I have no idea when you would use this information or how, but there you have it.