Desmond Spade

He could see their souls, how beautiful or imbued they were with darkness. This man had a healthy heap of both, trauma from something past. Steady and honorable for a period of his life. But he never delved into memory without permission. Way too intimate. "Sorry... I'm just... getting to know you." He offered. A poor explanation but at the very least, a real one. "I'm Eirik. May I know your name?"

"Desmond," he offered since it'd be found out anyway. He remained on his guard, arms folded over his chest. "Best way to do that is to ask questions, 'less you're one of those mind reader kind of supernaturals."

Desmond Spade | Slave | 33 | Human | Top

“You’re not going to break me. You might hurt me, or kill me, but you’re not going to break me.”

Desmond Spade was born in New York into a family where military service was practically tradition. His father served in the Marines, his mother worked intelligence logistics for the Army, and both of his older brothers enlisted before he was old enough to drive. Discipline was built into the structure of his upbringing from the very beginning. Expectations were high, failure was not tolerated, and excellence became second nature long before Desmond understood what pressure really was.

By the time he reached high school, Dez had become the kind of young man people naturally gravitated toward. He excelled academically, maintained top marks in honors courses, and balanced football and track with an almost frustrating level of ease. Teachers praised his focus, coaches praised his work ethic. His family praised the fact that he never seemed to step out of line. To most people, Desmond Spade looked destined for success. West Point only solidified that image.

Military life suited him. Structure and rules made sense to him. During his years of service, the world’s conflicts increasingly involved supernatural threats alongside human warfare, forcing governments to adapt to a reality humanity had spent centuries enduring beneath vampire rule. Even in the short time he’d lived on this earth, Desmond saw things that permanently altered the way he viewed the world: entire villages disappearing overnight, supernatural creatures used as weapons, civilians –– both natural and supernatural –– offered up during annual slave collections to appease vampire interests. 

Slave castles and acquisitions existed long before Dez was even a thought in the universe. Many his age considered it just “normal” and “something to deal with.” He couldn’t sit quietly and accept that. Despite it being a global law, the notion of slavery was wrong, plain and simple. It pissed him off. It pissed him off even more when people he knew personally were just erased, taken prisoner for life when they’d done nothing to deserve it, and everyone else shrugged like it was nothing. 

It wasn’t fucking right.

But what could he do?

Overseas, he’d met a familiar demon named Finn Winchester who was on a mission of his own. It turned out Finn had fought in the Second War against the vampires. They shared the same sentiment, the same anger, and Finn saw something promising enough in Desmond to give him contact information if he ever wanted to put that wrath to good use. Maybe one day, but not yet.

By the time he turned 30, he left the military with an honorable discharge, several commendations, and trauma he could no longer compartmentalize. Civilian life was quieter, but the silence left room for memories that refused to stay buried. The nightmares became frequent. Sleep became unreliable. Anger grew. The discipline that once grounded him slowly turned into rigidity and emotional isolation. He struggled with finding any sense of direction outside military life.

Eventually, purpose found him before healing ever could.

He’d saved the contact that Finn shared with him years ago and finally made the call. That was how he became involved with a rebellion network operating globally. Unlike extremist human groups fueled entirely by hatred, this organization consisted of both humans and supernaturals alike –– individuals united by opposition to the Vampire Council’s fear-based control and the slave trade maintained through castles like Krovs. He’d learned, unfortunately, that Finn had been captured by a hunter years ago and been in that same castle ever since. There was no immediate way of breaking him or others out of that impenetrable fortress any time soon.

Dez proved valuable almost immediately. His combat training, tactical thinking, and calm leadership under pressure made him an asset during raids, escort missions, and intelligence operations targeting vampire hunters, transport routes, and trafficking rings. They might not be making major waves by assassinating councilmen but they were rescuing innocents here and there, recruiting more to the cause. Baby steps. For the first time in years, this felt right. He had purpose again. 

The operation that ended in his capture was supposed to intercept a transport route connected to slave procurement. Instead, someone leaked their location. By the time the fighting stopped, most of the rebellion cell was dead, and Desmond was dragged from the wreckage alive. The irony was almost cruel enough to be amusing.

Now collared and imprisoned within Krovs Castle itself, Dez exists in a world designed to strip people down to obedience. Yet there is still something unbroken in him — something rigid and unyielding beneath the silence. He watches. He learns. He adapts. And no matter how composed he appears on the surface, there remains a part of Desmond Spade that has not stopped fighting.

Positive Traits: Reliable, decisive, loyal, honest, disciplined

Negative Traits: Critical, rigid, impassive, stubborn, perfectionist

3 turn-ons: Biting/hickeys, handcuffs, edging