| Name: Damian
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| Nationality:
| Black 'n' White
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| Occupation:
| Stylist @ I Be-Weave, dispenser of free first aid @ Warzone
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| Demeanor:
| Explorer
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| Apparent Age:
| Early 20's
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| Nickname:
| Huggernaught
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| In-Character Facebook Page
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| Quotes
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"A person who understands others is discerning. A person who understands themselves is wise. A person who can overcome others is strong. A person who can overcome themselves is mighty."
Lao Tzu
"Joy's your way, and I should probably take some lessons from you since that's probably as close to God in human form as I'll see in a while. Somebody told me you need to love things the way the rest of us need to breathe. I don't know if that's true, but that sounds like God to me."
Nathan
"All men can see these tactics whereby I conquer, but what none can see is the strategy out of which victory is evolved."
Sun Tzu
"Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."
Terry Pratchett
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| RP Hooks
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- Damian can be found just about anywhere in ABQ, from parks, to restaurants, rooftops, lakes, desert, forests, whatever. He works as a hair stylist at a salon in the Warzone ghetto and attends various non-college classes.
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| Logs
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| A Glimpse Within
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| Personal Description
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Damian is long and lean, over six feet tall and all sorts of twiggy skinny. He isn't scrawny though, wiry is more like it; he gets his exercise and it shows in great tone and lack of body fat even if he hasn't got bulky muscle. His skin is a dark tan from sun exposure as well as some African heritage, which also surfaces in a bit of width to his lips and nostrils. His dark, kinky hair is highlighted from sun-bleaching and is fairly long, sometimes left to 'fro out like crazy and other times neatly pulled back into a curly pony tail. Damian sports a short, neat bit of goatee, just some light black fuzz along his upper lip and middle of his chin. He's a bit weathered and has plenty of little nicks and scars from an active guy's life, and sports a faded blackish tattoo on his right cheek, a stripe of swirly street-kid tribal art.
His clothing is fairly well kept, clean and simple, lacking in style but plenty comfortable and functional; a plain orange tee shirt under a long sleeved yellow button up that's left open, and a pair of dark brown cargo pants with several pockets. Belt, boots, possibly a pair of sunglasses or a leather jacket, maybe a pair of scuffed up leather saddlebags, and that's that. He wears a couple pieces of jewelry; a gold and silver ring on his left ring finger, and a slim necklace chain with a polished mirror charm hanging from it.
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| Playlist
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| Allies, Contacts, and Acquaintances
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| Nathan
| Joel
| Petra
| Jai
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| His music is like a soft but firm hot buttered pelvic massage.
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| Keeper of the Sacred Chicken!
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| Her pelvis is like a soft but firm hot buttered music massage?
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| Pants-Off Dance-Off Champion '09
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| Darling
| Cleo
| Suster
| Liane-
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| Sweet child o' mine.
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| Willing to battle a rabid chihuahua.
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| Corin
| Zane
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| Gallery
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Damian's only finger ring.
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Cute or not, I know you're pure evil.
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| Memorable Moments of Doom
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Why squid are terrible creatures:
"I don't care if it eats cute little duckies, it doesn't have a *mouth*!" Damian insists, "WHERE IS IT PUTTING THE FOOD?!" A second longer of staring, and finally Damian cant take it any more. They are all in mortal fucking danger standing right here, any moment now one of those monsters is going to notice them out there, not being nearly soggy enough, whip out hidden beaks filled with razor sharp glass cutting teeth and come out and turn them all into jam! Brave man that he is, he doesn't run screaming from the aquarium, but attempts to rescue at least one friend. Rescued right into deeper aquarium territory! Poor tactiphobic Lian is suddenly picked up around her middle and Damian hauls ass down the soothingly lit hallway further into the place.
Liane pages: One day you're gonna get a girlfriend and /no/ one will see that coming.
You paged Liane with 'I know right?!'
<OOC> Nathan says, "All epic romances should begin with tiny chickens."
<OOC> Joel says, "I thought Gareth was quarantined!"
<OOC> Gareth says, "No quarantine can resist donkey sex!"
To (Damian, Jai), Petra pages: GET OFF MY BRAIN CELL.
To (Damian, Petra), Jai pages: No, it's cozy in here!
To (Damian, Jai), Petra pages: That's because there's SO MUCH ROOM.
To (Damian, Petra), Jai pages: That wouldn't be cozy, that would be spacious!
You paged (Petra, Jai) with 'Dude, don't confuse her brain cell, it has to work motor functions AND vocabulary. Multi tasking is hard!'
To (Damian, Petra), Jai pages: Be proud, Damian: I just got mail that began 'Dear Friend' and felt mildly creeped.
To (Damian, Jai), Petra pages: Also, I am now fully afraid of theaters. :)
At a park with a bunch of people in a tree, and no particular verbage happening:
Liane is just good company. Her neatness brings all the knights to the branch and they're like, 'need help, perchance?' yeah like, 'need help perchance?'
<OOC> Damian does dishes!
<OOC> Jai says, "Like Debbie Does Dallas, only sexier!"
<OOC> Damian says, "HA!"
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