Post by Damion Bane on Mar 8, 2008 10:30:57 GMT -5
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;; fundamentals
full name Damion Asher Bane
nickname
birthday July 14th
age 19
sexual orientation Straight
job Mercenery
Race;; Werewolf
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;; appearance
general Damion stands just short of six foot tall. Though he sometimes looks taller because he has long limbs and slim hips. For many years his long limbs build made him look more like a monkey rather than a boy. But with some added height and a set of strong shoulders he looks more like a man, which came as somewhat of a relief to his ego.
Not everything changed as he grew though. He still wears his brown hair shaggy. His mouth has always had a soft, almost feminine look about it. He has a square jaw and a proud nose.
favorite Hair
hate Mouth
heritage English
ethnicity White
;; personality
general Damion prefers to be footloose and fancy free, however should he become involved in a relationship he tries to make it as enjoyable as possible. Normally Damion is gregarious, but he would be glad to find time for that special relationship, when he is ready. He is warm and caring and though his light-hearted affections may seem too casual for some, for the right person that could be just right.
Damion is optimistic and outgoing. He interacts spontaneously with life as he continues a lifelong quest for meaning. This man needs a great deal of freedom, but is equally willing to offer freedom to others. Having an open mind and intellectual curiosity means that Damion is willing to learn about other people in a effort to understand them, while being trusting and open. Damion generally says what he means with complete and devastating frankness.
Thinking with his mouth, tactlessness and boastfulness tends to upset others, unfortunately Damion possesses all of these traits. While a tendency to moralise and preach on what you should do while following a completely different set of rules himself does not help either. One of Damions great difficulties lies within relationships. He is completely able to be faithful to two people at once. A bored Damion is a danger to himself and others. His attitude is that anything goes so long as it is entertaining. This often results in over-indulgence and a tendency to burn the candle at both ends, to the detriment of his health.
hobbies Running, fighting, playing with girls, reading.
dislikes Being cooped up for long periods of time, being told what to do.
likesRunning, fighting, playing with girls, reading.
;; origins
general Born to a sleeper with nothing of his Father but a name Damion was raised in England by his mother and the other ladies of the house. It was hard to see countless men visit his mother at all hours and Damion was always getting in trouble, as both a form of rebellion and in a futile effort to get his mothers attention. As he grew older and stronger he took an a role as a kind of body guard to the ladies of the house, to make sure no visiting ‘gentleman’ got out of hand (so to speak).
One night Damion witnessed something strange and horrible as a visitor changed before his eyes. Before he realised what was going on the beast had killed the screaming sleeper beneath it and was already moving forward for its next victim. Damion tried his best to protect them but the beasts superior speed and strength got the best of him and in the short lived battle he was knocked uncconchus.
When he awoke he was surprised to find himself alive. But the scene that greeted him was of destruction. He did not understand what had happened to him until the next full moon when he changed into a wolf, just like that creature he had seen that fateful night.
In the hope that a cure could be found he journeyed to Transelvania, but instead of salvation he found only servitude at the hands of the count. Though he cannot forget the remnants of the human life he has left behind he has made a life in Transelvania, and he plans to live it as best he can.
parentsRosalind Eros (deceased) Jacob Bane
siblingsUnknown
otherUnknown
;; roleplaying
In his modest wooden cabin on the outskirts of town Damion’s hand groped around the floor serching or something. “A hah!” he exclamed as best he could with a mouth full of nails when his hand located his hammer. He carefully put a nail to the wood and began hammering it into place. Blood Count. he thought bitterly its all his falut. Though that wasent in the strictest sence true, it did make Damion feel slightly better at being able to blame someone else.
It had been the full moon and Damion had known that it would be likley he would be called into the Counts presence. But he had still spent his last moments of humanity inside his home. It might not be much to anyone else, but since the incident in England it was all Damion really had. At the moment of his change he had been called and in reaction had spead with all haste to his masters side. “Straight through the bloody wall” Damion groand. “Would it kill him to give me a moment to agust, or at least use the door.” Damion sighed.
When he was done he stood back to admire his handy work. “Not too bad, if I do say so myself.” He said. “So with the work done. Now it is time for play.” ;;
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