<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/8f8b6f49-f13a-48c6-bdaa-72634901a1ae_zps52de7dee.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Dante Vandresto<br/>Age: 16 going on 17<br/>Race: Male Witch<br/>Height: 4â€™ 11â€ (has not hit growth spurt)<br/>Personality:<br/>*fiesty<br/>*submissive (unknowingly)<br/>*smart<br/>*studying<br/>*smartass<br/>*bad boy<br/>*bad ass<br/>*firebrand (at times)<br/>*cool<br/>*caring<br/>*sweet (usually)<br/>*loyal<br/>*strong<br/>*confident<br/><br/>Extra Information:<br/>*male witch<br/>*is descended from the transylvanian royal family<br/>*has a birthmark which contains the dormant power to summon dragons in elemental spiritual form.<br/>*Contains extreme amount of magical power<br/>*is from 2013<br/><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">2013</div></span><br/><br/>Dante rolled his eyes as he dressed for the day. The special band his father said he was to never remove as it was a family heirloom rested beneath his bangs. He put on a white tank and then put his black jeans. His choker went on next followed by him brushing out his hair. The metal of this crown band would never tarnish and never rust. He had no idea how the hell it was but it was what it was. He had NO idea that it was a symbol of his lineage...of being of royal blood. Not even the faintest thing on his mind. He brushed his teeth and shaved. He had no hair except on his head and a pale short amount on his groin. He stuffed his razor blade into a pocket of the jacket. Thrust his cellphone into his pocket and threw in some pocket change and a few dollars. Taking the magic symbol writing dust and a bottle of water. Then he left to go to his training grounds.<br/><br/>Yeah...he was young. He had no mother. Never had. Didn't care. His father raised him and by the time he was twelve he had been given porno. Did he get off on these pornos? No. He actually studied them. Studied how the women in those videos reacted to each and everything that was done to them. He studied what made her whimper. He studied what made her moan. He studied what made her cry out in delight or pleasure. He learned at a young age that if you hit a woman's g spot you can drive them crazy with pleasure. That to tease a woman's clit drove her made with excitement and pleasure. He studied these things. By the time he was fifteen he was experimenting...not like you'd think though. He was experimenting with pleasuring a woman. He found great pleasure in pleasuring a woman. Using the knowledged he had gained not from experience but from porno.<br/><br/>His father's idea of the sex talk was use protection. Hah. He wouldn't need it. He wouldn't go that far. Oh there would be touches. There would be oral. There would be people cumming. There would be exploration. It just would not be on him. Except for hand jobs. Only he only let that when he wanted. He never let anyone give him oral. He wasn't sure why. He never let anyone ride him either. That was a turn off for him. For some reason they always said things like take me hard. Ride me like a cowboy. Or some other such phrase that indicated they wanted to have him dominate them. For some reason that instantly turned him off. It was like an ice cold water thrown on him. He would instantly get redressed. He was a strictly I please you and if you keep trying to touch me then I will restrain you type. He didn't know why...he would rather please than be pleased. He didn't know it was because he was unknowingly a submissive.<br/><br/>So he was a bad boy virgin. He was no innocent mind and could probably think of more positions and way to please a woman, magic not included, then most grown men. Not to mention the use of toys. He shook his head and walked down the streets. Girls wanted him because he was so "adorable heighted" due to not having hit his growth spurt. He had a mouth on him too. He made up sayings and shit. He kicked a can that got in his way. Walking still towards the park he always practiced magic in. He hated that his dad had moved them here to Transylvania.<br/><br/>He knelt on the ground and began to make the magic circle and them began to add the symbols that he needed to add. He was chanting the whole time he did this. Magic flowing from his fingertips and into the dust as he spread it out and painted it to the ground by wettening it with the water. He continued this until the circle was complete and the circle of power was drawn. This spell was designed to be able to talk to his ancestor. She was a beautiful woman with long black hair. As he began chanting the sound of a motorcycle broke through his thoughts. He dodged out of the way without breaking from the spell and rushed back over. He didn't even notice the smudging of the symbol. His hair began to rise with the wind caused by power radiating from the circle whose center he stood in.<br/><br/>[b]<div style="text-align: center;">1800</div>/b]<br/><br/>The pop crack bang should have told him something was wrong. Instead...it knocked him out for a moment as he free falled with another flashing of lights then with another pop crack bang with flashing lights he was laying with his chest in the mud. Groaning softly and almost inaudibly. For a moment he just laid there. He heard someone demanding who he was but just ringing in his head at the moment. She went off and he stood up. Using magic and he was all clean again. He blinked and looked around. What the...? He blinked and looked around. Straightening his clothing. Where...? He started walking off trying to figure out where he was. He didn't even hear the woman as she came up. Jumping back in startlement as the woman was suddenly in his bath. "Wow...what the hell lady? You wanting me to face plant your breasts or somethin'? Give a guy some warning."<br/><br/>He blinked and studied her clothing. "What is with that get up?" He said. Looking at her. "Its hot...looks hot. You are very hot but weird threads. Now can you please get out of my way I need to figure out why the hell I'm in a forest and where the park went. Where my magic circle went. And..." He blinked and looked her over more. "Who are you?" He asked. She had a strange accent. "Where are you from? I've never heard that accent before." He blinked as she asked him a question. Tilting his head a bit. "You did? I...oh." He rubbed the back of his head. "Heheh my bad. My name is Dante. Dante Vandresto." He said. It was the last name that had been in the family for generations according to his dad. He smiled at her.<br/><br/>"Wait..." he looked around. Turning around and around. "There is animals and birds and shit here? There was no animals and the birds barely graced Meadoni Park..." He looked confused. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked. Brushing his hair aside as he moved his hand into the hair and bangs on the side of his forehead. Scratching his head and revealing glintes of silverish black over and over again.