Damian
07-08-07, 11:00 PM
Name: Damian Delta
Age: 21
Race: Werewolf
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Left: Blue, Right: Green
Height: 6’ 3”
Weight: 210 lbs
Occupation: Mercenary
Personality: Due to his recent shortcomings; Damian often ignores all social interactions. He doesn’t like to get involved with any one, since he cannot be close with them. He is the type of person who will walk among people, but will not help a person in need unless it rewards him greatly. Despite his apathy, he tries to protect the population from his darker side.
Appearance: A tall muscular man with a somber look on his face. Everything about his appearance is striking: Long, flowing white hair about shoulder length, piercing eyes: the left one a hazy sky blue and the right one a mystic shade of green. The only thing that is not human in his regular form (due to his recent accident) is that all his teeth are replaced by sharpen canines that fall perfectly into place.
History: An only child of a young couple in Salvar, Damian lived a very happy life. Helping his mother around the little house when he was younger, going out to track and hunt with his father when he was older. He was growing into a typical man out in the Salvar wilderness; he even was dating a petite girl named Luna who lived in the next town over. One night he stayed longer than expected at Luna’s parent’s home, and he had to travel across the tundra back home. Damian was not worried he has done it numerous times, but of course got scolded each time by his mother. Lucky, it was still dusk when he was leaving Luna’s home and started his trek over the tundra. He was reaching the outskirts of the village when a vile man, with a red scarf tied around his neck, lunged at him from behind a partition wall. As the man lunged at Damian, Damian took a wide stance and hooked his arms under the stranger’s armpits and monkey tossed him into a crude lean-to. The man obviously in pain stayed on the ground groping at various places where it hurt. Damian cautiously strode toward the downed enemy and then delivered a quick kick to his temple and knocked him out cold. Damian’s ego ablaze, he trekked over the tundra with a swagger smiling to himself the entire way. The sun has finally settled and the full moon casting its pale light across the barren land, Damian crested a small knoll and surveyed his surroundings. A dark image caught his eyes, it was an animal of some sorts and it was running full speed toward Damian. He searched his belt with his hands and found a small crude iron knife; he left his better equipment at his home. Standing atop the knoll, still a few miles out from any village, Damian watched as the creature progressed toward him, he noticed that the creature was a rather large wolf and it looked pissed. Battle stance with his knife hand out in front Damian ran toward the monstrous wolf and swiped at its throat with his knife. The wolf sidestepped and halted its advance, it stood there growling and staring at its new prey. Damian finally got a good look at his monster, the wolf was easily over 300 pounds and 6 feet in length, but the thing that stood out the most was the red scarf around its neck. Still pondering the coincidence; Damian never had a chance to react as the wolf lunged for his throat. Damian threw his arm in the way and felt the searing pain as the teeth found their way into his radius bone. Screaming Damian blindly slashed with his free hand and knife, and lucky he found his mark. The wolf whimpered as Damian threw it off of his body. Adrenaline pumping freely he raised to his feet and jumped on top of the beast and repeatedly stabbed at it. Ignoring the physical pain, but not the emotional; Damian cried as he left nothing of the wolf but torn muscle, fur, and organs. Standing now he felt dizzy, he thought it was emotion of the battle that left him light headed. After taking a few steps, his skin tingled under the pale moonlight; then darkness. The next morning Damian woke up in the spare bedroom in Luna’s house. He was covered in a cold sweat and remembered vague thoughts of his bad nightmare. Finding his pants he put them on, only to notice they have been ripped down the inside seam, basically making them into a rather weird looking dress. Cursing to himself he found his shirt and jacket and was thankful they were not ruined as well. Donning his attire he stepped into the living area only to find no one was around. He thought it was strange that none of the women were at home. He walked to Luna’s room to find the door was unlocked, he turned and knob and stood horrified at the murderous scene in front of him. Luna’s room was in shambles with everything torn to pieces, everything was covered in blood and various chucks of flesh, claw marks dotted the room. Sick to his stomach, Damian ran to Luna’s parent’s room to find the same faith as befallen them as well. The horrible reality of last night finally settled on Damian and he knew what has become of him. Quickly, but hating himself, he stole a fresh set of clothes and a bag of gold from the parent’s and ran away. A year has passed and Damian now owns a small shack out in the middle of nowhere in Corone. When every full moon comes, he shackles himself inside that shack and prays everyone will be alright.
Skills:
Hunting and Tracking Years in the Salvar wilderness, Damian was taught the proper way to read signs of where he prey has been and what activities it was doing there. He often uses this skill to track down his bounties when they try to flee into the surrounding wilds.
Blades Damian has an average grasp of the ability to slash, swipe, and parry with various short blades i.e. kunai, knifes, daggers, seaxes etc…
Throwing Damian developed quick reflexes for thrown weapons since he needed to for chasing down fleeing prey. He often uses his short blades for the job.
Werewolf The darker side of Damian has left him with some latent enhanced abilities. When in the midst of combat, when his adrenaline is at its peak, his senses, reflexes, and strength increase slightly.
Equipment: His attire consists of cloth pants, leather vest, a middle length leather duster, and two iron bracers that run the length of his arms (Also to hide the scar from his attack). His weapons are: One 7” dagger with a iron body but steel edge and iron handle with notches in it for a better grip; and one 7 ½” steel knife with the bottom half of the blade serrated and the top half being in the form of a piercing edge (Blade takes 45 degree turn to point). But Damian’s pride and joy, only comes out for special occasions, are a pair of cloth gloves that fit his hand perfectly, but the tips of each finger has a ½” spike coming out. These gloves act as claws for Damian’s human form.
Age: 21
Race: Werewolf
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Left: Blue, Right: Green
Height: 6’ 3”
Weight: 210 lbs
Occupation: Mercenary
Personality: Due to his recent shortcomings; Damian often ignores all social interactions. He doesn’t like to get involved with any one, since he cannot be close with them. He is the type of person who will walk among people, but will not help a person in need unless it rewards him greatly. Despite his apathy, he tries to protect the population from his darker side.
Appearance: A tall muscular man with a somber look on his face. Everything about his appearance is striking: Long, flowing white hair about shoulder length, piercing eyes: the left one a hazy sky blue and the right one a mystic shade of green. The only thing that is not human in his regular form (due to his recent accident) is that all his teeth are replaced by sharpen canines that fall perfectly into place.
History: An only child of a young couple in Salvar, Damian lived a very happy life. Helping his mother around the little house when he was younger, going out to track and hunt with his father when he was older. He was growing into a typical man out in the Salvar wilderness; he even was dating a petite girl named Luna who lived in the next town over. One night he stayed longer than expected at Luna’s parent’s home, and he had to travel across the tundra back home. Damian was not worried he has done it numerous times, but of course got scolded each time by his mother. Lucky, it was still dusk when he was leaving Luna’s home and started his trek over the tundra. He was reaching the outskirts of the village when a vile man, with a red scarf tied around his neck, lunged at him from behind a partition wall. As the man lunged at Damian, Damian took a wide stance and hooked his arms under the stranger’s armpits and monkey tossed him into a crude lean-to. The man obviously in pain stayed on the ground groping at various places where it hurt. Damian cautiously strode toward the downed enemy and then delivered a quick kick to his temple and knocked him out cold. Damian’s ego ablaze, he trekked over the tundra with a swagger smiling to himself the entire way. The sun has finally settled and the full moon casting its pale light across the barren land, Damian crested a small knoll and surveyed his surroundings. A dark image caught his eyes, it was an animal of some sorts and it was running full speed toward Damian. He searched his belt with his hands and found a small crude iron knife; he left his better equipment at his home. Standing atop the knoll, still a few miles out from any village, Damian watched as the creature progressed toward him, he noticed that the creature was a rather large wolf and it looked pissed. Battle stance with his knife hand out in front Damian ran toward the monstrous wolf and swiped at its throat with his knife. The wolf sidestepped and halted its advance, it stood there growling and staring at its new prey. Damian finally got a good look at his monster, the wolf was easily over 300 pounds and 6 feet in length, but the thing that stood out the most was the red scarf around its neck. Still pondering the coincidence; Damian never had a chance to react as the wolf lunged for his throat. Damian threw his arm in the way and felt the searing pain as the teeth found their way into his radius bone. Screaming Damian blindly slashed with his free hand and knife, and lucky he found his mark. The wolf whimpered as Damian threw it off of his body. Adrenaline pumping freely he raised to his feet and jumped on top of the beast and repeatedly stabbed at it. Ignoring the physical pain, but not the emotional; Damian cried as he left nothing of the wolf but torn muscle, fur, and organs. Standing now he felt dizzy, he thought it was emotion of the battle that left him light headed. After taking a few steps, his skin tingled under the pale moonlight; then darkness. The next morning Damian woke up in the spare bedroom in Luna’s house. He was covered in a cold sweat and remembered vague thoughts of his bad nightmare. Finding his pants he put them on, only to notice they have been ripped down the inside seam, basically making them into a rather weird looking dress. Cursing to himself he found his shirt and jacket and was thankful they were not ruined as well. Donning his attire he stepped into the living area only to find no one was around. He thought it was strange that none of the women were at home. He walked to Luna’s room to find the door was unlocked, he turned and knob and stood horrified at the murderous scene in front of him. Luna’s room was in shambles with everything torn to pieces, everything was covered in blood and various chucks of flesh, claw marks dotted the room. Sick to his stomach, Damian ran to Luna’s parent’s room to find the same faith as befallen them as well. The horrible reality of last night finally settled on Damian and he knew what has become of him. Quickly, but hating himself, he stole a fresh set of clothes and a bag of gold from the parent’s and ran away. A year has passed and Damian now owns a small shack out in the middle of nowhere in Corone. When every full moon comes, he shackles himself inside that shack and prays everyone will be alright.
Skills:
Hunting and Tracking Years in the Salvar wilderness, Damian was taught the proper way to read signs of where he prey has been and what activities it was doing there. He often uses this skill to track down his bounties when they try to flee into the surrounding wilds.
Blades Damian has an average grasp of the ability to slash, swipe, and parry with various short blades i.e. kunai, knifes, daggers, seaxes etc…
Throwing Damian developed quick reflexes for thrown weapons since he needed to for chasing down fleeing prey. He often uses his short blades for the job.
Werewolf The darker side of Damian has left him with some latent enhanced abilities. When in the midst of combat, when his adrenaline is at its peak, his senses, reflexes, and strength increase slightly.
Equipment: His attire consists of cloth pants, leather vest, a middle length leather duster, and two iron bracers that run the length of his arms (Also to hide the scar from his attack). His weapons are: One 7” dagger with a iron body but steel edge and iron handle with notches in it for a better grip; and one 7 ½” steel knife with the bottom half of the blade serrated and the top half being in the form of a piercing edge (Blade takes 45 degree turn to point). But Damian’s pride and joy, only comes out for special occasions, are a pair of cloth gloves that fit his hand perfectly, but the tips of each finger has a ½” spike coming out. These gloves act as claws for Damian’s human form.