Too good to last

Why can't we just have nice things for once

On a fateful day, just a few weeks before his ceremony to become the new head of the Adonis-bloodline, the family mansion was hit with a surprise raid of vampire hunters. They didn't stand a chance as they were outnumbered and overwhelmed, but fought back as best they could to make sure at least Pharragan survived, albeit in poor shape. Wounded and without a purpose he escaped the attack and took to the road to survive.
In a world where Pureblood vampires are few and far between while still holding the most power than any other of the vampire subspecies, they are seldom welcome and liked. Respected perhaps, but not liked. In a world where he had no power to his family name anymore, there were many who would love to take the opportunity to use him were they to find out whose name he bears. Surviving on the road for months, hiding from the hunters still tracking him, feeding off of random bandits and sometimes animals, Pharragan was now unrecognizable as having been posh and pampered nobility in the past. He was a poor sight to behold. Close to starvation and collapsing from weariness, he came to discover a hidden camp of what seemed to be a human refuge. They felt pity on this man who had sought shelter by one of their walls and took him in to nurse him back to health, giving him a place in their community in exchange for manual labour.

What seemed like a human refuge was in reality a small community of dhampires. Taken in by the asumption that he was a dhampire like everyone else, Pharragan was quick to come up with a false surname as the Adonis family held fear over these people. Surprised by their kindness and willingness to help and answer any of his questions, he grew to love this little community. He felt as if he had a place in this world which meant something to him, and the freedom to express himself in ways he could not have done in the past. The dhampires mostly came from human settlements, so they had little to no knowledge about vampire societies and culture, something Pharragan found refreshing. Settling into their little community, he became greatly beloved for his charismatic nature and ways with words, finding his way into their hearts. But with popularity comes enemies, something he was not prepared for..

As time passed, a small group of people grew jealous and hateful, trying finding ways to make his life miserable. While they knew they could not fight him directly, they still wanted him out of their camp, and so people went searching for answers and info for blackmail. At some point, the news of the Adonis family allegedly perishing in a brutal vampire hunter raid reached the camp, and the additional news of the singular known survivor spread like wildfire. Somehow the people conspiring against him got a hold of the intel that specified that it was indeed Pharragan who was the heir and survivor.
Ambushing him, dragging him to an unpopulated area of the camp, they confronted him with this intel and as he froze up upon hearing this, their suspicions were confirmed. Jackpot. Having grown to love the community he was taken in by, the thought of them knowing he is part of the family who most likely sent many of these dhampires into hiding here terrified Pharragan more than anything. With this leverage they beat him into submission, taking their turns venting their anger through different ways of abuse. Some bad, some less bad, and some that would leave lasting traumas, varying from verbal abuse to vicious beatings or worse.

After they were done with him, they would leave him to writhe in pain in a pool of his own blood and body fluids. Of course they had nothing to worry about, he was a pureblood vampire after all and so he had much more potent regenerative abilities than anyone in the camp, but the pain and trauma caused would be just as vile.
They gave him an ultimatum; Either leave the camp for good, or they would spread the news through the entire settlement and continue the abuse. With no other option, Pharragan reluctantly announced his departure from the camp. Believing his world has come crashing down, everyone hating him, feeling alone and vulnerable he did not expect the crowd of people that would come to see him off. Tears and heartfelt farewells was exchanged, supplies and other goods for his travels was given to him in heaps from his beloved community and so he set off on the road.
Once again he was alone and had lost his feeling of belonging.
Having experienced the indivudualism these dhampires practiced in their little settlement, Pharragan decided he wanted to pursue a lifestyle similar to theirs, and so he sought to establish a life for himself in a human community. Finally he would be able to live a life of his own. His own life, instead of his family's life.

Find me

The real me

As word had spread of his survival, a lord of the name of Mordecai sought him out. He had a proposition: Recieve funds to get a new mansion and reclaim his family name and status they once had, rebuilding it from the ground up. This, of course, was not something Pharragan was willing to do, but he was being hunted and had nowhere to go so he was desperate. Mordecai felt pity and changed it to simply giving Pharragan a smaller fund to simply get back on his feet and find a place to live. No strings attached, other than being able to ask him for a favour when time comes. From our point of view, this seems like an amazing deal, but Mordecai is not any ordinary vampire or anything like the average lord. He WILL use this favour effectively..

Settling into a bustling human city, Pharragan was quite successful in the modelling industry and he soon earned enough to fund whatever he wanted to treat himself to. Purchasing a penthouse looking over the city, he finally settled down somewhere he could call home.
He soon came to discover that he had a lot of emotional baggage from his recent events he lived through. Being on guard constantly due to the paranoia that the vampire-hunters might still be after him, plague him day and night, never letting himself fall into a calm and relaxed state unless a lot of alcohol was consumed.
Then there was a general mistrust and anxiety keeping him from forming bonds with others. Feeling like he could never let his guard down and let himself be vulnerable around anyone lead him to feel incredibly lonely from time to time. Only under controlled situations would he let anyone even touch him, as he was appaled by the feeling of random hands snaking over his skin without knowing their intentions. The trauma from the dhampire settlement was weighing heavy on him..

Now he mostly spends his time trying to fill these empty emotional voids of his with clubbing and alcohol, sex and adoration, money and fame.
But so far, nothing and no one has been able to make him feel whole again...