Dameon was born a pure blood demon 500 years back. The time when Alucard was still the king of all vampires and probably when he rules anything dark. Dameon was an interesting character all on his own. Kind and courteous to everyone, humans included and yet, he loved a good fight among humans and more so to tear them from limb from limb, bathing in the bloodfest. Much like someone who is bipolar, but with extreme control. The crucifix he wears allows him to have a human body and suppress his demonic form and personality. Despite his age, he is not as powerful as one would think. Granted he has super human strength and speed, just not nearly as enough as a young true vampire. For all those years, he's lived among humans living a 'average' life of his pleasing. Every now and then he would terrorize random places around the world as he traveled a lot. This traveling began when Alucard was defeated and captured by the hellsing family.<br/><br/>Yet, a time came when he was entitled to go into the family business. A salesman, but no ordinary saleman. A being who could get anything within hours if paid well for it. Though, he prefers the term vendor of specials. He had been called upon a few years ago by Walter and contracted by Integra to aid the now very much thriving Hellsing organization by use of his own....business. Needless to say, he was like Walter, able to serve needs as well as combat.<br/><br/>Now, there he was, in his usual belted black over coat, opened as always, a dress shirt, loose looking and back dress pants and the best looking boots to do with it. An odd attire but he found it comfortable. Now, he added leather fingerless gloves. His laptop in hand. He had now been knocking at Hope Victors office door for 10 minutes. Twitching the long cigarette in his mouth he merely opened the door. There sat Miss Victor, playing with her new toy like some 5 year old at Christmas and clearly not paying attention. He walked up to her desk and knocked on it. "Miss Victor, my I suggest that you be more alert? You may never know when your needed or more so. When an attack may come." He spoke with a semi deep and lax voice. Not mono tone, but enough to make it seem to anyone who did not know him to think he was too lazy and not serious.