Creepypasta OC's

#1. Midnight Panther

{Name}: Damien Knight
{Nickname}: Midnight Panther
{Age}: 17
{Birth}: December 22, 1998
{Star sign}: Capricorn
{Favorite Color}: Black
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Appearance <<Anime>>

{Hair}: Black side-swept hair & neck-length.

{Eyes}: Gray right, Red left

{Height}: 5'9

{Weight}: 114 lbs.

{Build}: Skinny but not anorexic and decently built, for a young male adult, with very sharp canines.

{Scent}: Blood and cinnamon

{Clothing}: Skinny black pants, black collar shirt, red leather vest, black ankle sneakers, and a black trench coat that stops right above the back of the knee.

{Species}: Half demon/human
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{Personality}:
Damien has always been on bad terms with everyone.. He's never really spoken to allot of people including his parents; he never really liked communicating in the first place. Friends were never really part of his agenda; especially crushes or a girlfriend however, that did change at one point. He's hated everyone since he was born except for one girl. On his time alone he's either sleeping, playing his electric guitar, reading, or sharpening his knives. He's sharp, smart, neat, a perfectionist, a virtuoso, and unpredictable. Unless you want to die don't step in his presence without his consent. No doubt he has major trust issues due to his past. Additionally, he is very confident in his killings so don't even question it. He only cares about one person, Cynthia Vera, and if you mess with her, that's a free ticket on his kill list..

{Insanity Level}:
<<1-5>> Three

{Weapon of Choice}:
Obsidian, black-rose, decorated daggers.

{Way of Killing}: Stabs with four sharp daggers into back of the neck and drags it down to lower back.
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{Likes}:
*killing
*sharpening his knives
*reading scientific books
*wearing his black trench coat(his trench coat is like Slendy's suit to Slendy)
*metal, rock, and screamo music
*being alone
*playing electric guitar
*Thinking about Cynthia Vera

{Dislikes}:
*crowds
*group hunting
*cities
*teenagers
*bullies
*adults
*schools
*bells
*humans
*the color silver
*gyms
*gingers

{Powers}:
*fast thinking
*speed
*fast reflexes
*morphing into an actual black panther

{Strengths}:
*figuring out a person
*stalking prey
*flexibility
*using knives and daggers
*agility
*accuracy
*calmness in bad situations
*stealth
*hiding

{Weaknesses}:
*big crowds of people
*day time
*left side
*Bright areas
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{Friends}: Slenderman and Cynthia Vera

{Family}: All deceased
Mother- Heather Knight
Father- Gavin Knight
Older brother- Devin Knight
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{Relationship Status}:
In a relationship
{Sexuality}: Straight
{Crush}: None
{Gf or Bf}: Cynthia Vera
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{Backstory}:
[Damien's POV]

'When could I leave this hell?' I thought as I laid on the ground clutching my stomach. First child abuse and also bullying.. how could life get any fucking better..? Blood flowed out, and my vision was getting blurry; all I could here were clicks of short heels.

"Damien!" I heard Cynthia's angelic voice shout out. She got on her knees and moved my hand from my stomach and noticed the stab mark. Her black hair covered her face like mine, she wore allot of black like me, and loved the same music as me. After, a while of living I never thought I would have a light to keep me sane like her.

"Come on." she urged getting me up and bringing me to the hospital that was a couple of blocks from the school. Once we got there the doctors tended to my wound and she anxiously kept asking what happened.

You see, Cynthia always hated the 'popular' guys.. however, different case for them. They absolutely would do anything to date her. That's where my bullies come in, everyone knows that Cynthia and I love each other which is a very big problem to them.

The 'popular' guy that likes her, his name is Derick. He hates me.. to put it bluntly if killing was legal he would kill me and I'd probably most likely want to kill him.. and I couldn't help but laugh and smile about those type of thoughts.

I thought that we'd have one last year here and Cynthia and I would be gone to college with each other like we had planned but oh no. No, no, no..

That 'God' that everyone believes in had different plans..

Cynthia and I were walking to her house since she didn't like walking home alone. I respected that and gladly went with her, as long as I kept her safe and escaped my 'beloved' home of torture.

We walked into her house and the scent of cinnamon candles engulfed the area. "What the hell..?" She muttered like she hadn't done it. Wait, who did.

Derick walked in, his ginger colored hair blending with the fire. "Derick..!" She gasped with a quick pause,"Get out of my fucking house you stalker!" Cynthia spat with hatred.

He didn't smile or frown but he did say something, "This is for you.. darling." and before I knew it Joseph his closest friend was behind me and stabbed my left side in other words right beneath my heart with a small shiny dagger.

I was bleeding out quickly and fell to the ground. Joseph ran out the apartment and I could tell since I saw the bright light of the door from behind me shine on the wall.

I couldn't move, I was completely paralyzed by pain, all I could hear was Cynthia yelling "Stop!" or "No!" repeatedly in a fearful voice and shuffling inside her bedroom. I couldn't help but feel all my insides tearing up while hearing her scream like that, I could stop everything if only I could just fucking move! I was crying.. something I hadn't done in a while 'I'm so sorry I couldn't stop her pain.'

I laid my back onto the wall while holding where I got stabbed; I couldn't do anything, I was just like how my father described me, "Weak", "Worthless", "Nothing."

The last memory I had was our 3rd anniversary. That beautiful smile and laugh then when it struck midnight we had promised something

"You'll be my first and last everything."

And that was fulfilled on my part, she was my first and last kiss, dance, friend, and lover..

I was gonna miss so little. Just her.. and I promise I will avenge her. I laughed until I died.. I'll be back..

Your mistakes we'll come back and stab you.