Damien (updated)

[B]Name:[/b] Damien

[B]Age:[/B] 19

[B]Sex:[/B] Male

[B]Race:[/B] Angel

[B]Height:[/B] 6'1"

[B]Weight:[/B] 151 lbs, or thereabouts since he last was weighed.

[B]Eye Color:[/B] A muddy, turbid brown color that's rather unremarkable, but often look friendly if they give off any impression.

[B]Hair Color/Style:[/B] Skunky blonde and slightly wavy, cut in a rather messy, shaggy style in short layers, the bottom-most reaching to his jawline. Has a cowlick in the front that never seems to want to stay down, no matter how much he wills (and excessively gels) it to.

[B]Skin Color/Complexion:[/B] A fair, peachy, healthy tone, with blemishes now and then. He has slight acne that is thankfully lessening as he gets older. It sunburns slower than most. Much of his skin is rather smooth, and he has never been able to grow much more facial hair than boyish peach fuzz.

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[B]General Appearance:[/B]
[U][i]Face:[/i][/U] His face is neither handsome nor particularly unattractive--the best way you could really describe it would be to say it's "average", amiable, and still rather youthful. He gives off the appearance of having yet to grow into his features, and has a slightly bigger than normal nose, thin lips, and eyes set a little wider apart. He has a somewhat strong brow with decently trimmed eyebrows, and his face is longer than it is wide. His chin and jaw are a bit weak and not particularly overtly masculine or mature looking.

[U][i]Body:[/i][/U] Damien is neither cherub nor like an Adonis from a classical Michelangelo canvas, and cuts a rather gangling, tall, lanky figure that would seem more likely belong to a lazy college freshman majoring in general studies with a nickname like "Pizza Face" than an angel. He has large, skinny feet and hands, a long neck, and average-sized shoulders, with some slight muscle definition in his torso and limbs. His legs are his most toned and strong feature.

[u][i]Wings[/i][/u]: His first set of wings were stubby, pathetic, irregular-shaped things too flimsy to support flight and too embarrassing to pull out in front of the other fledglings--they have grown since then into more functional things, but are still not the perfectly plumed kind that one would expect from an angel (at least they're white, he often says.) Sometimes they make his back itch when he retracts them. He most often keeps them withdrawn, until needed.

[U][i]Clothing:[/i][/U] While in Heaven, Damien sticks to wearing the standard toga, leather belt, golden sandals, and laurels behind each ear. On earth, he likes to sport old, comfortable, worn-in t-shirts (often band t-shirts, thrift store, or rummage sale items), similarly old and battered jeans, brown leather sandals or well-worn white sneakers, and a blue South Carolina Tar Heels college windbreaker he feels helps him blend in more. He carries an off-brand backpack with his few possessions, covered in buttons and stickers of various places he's been, with the straps loose so its weight sags comfortably on his shoulders.

[U][i]Mannerisms and Movement:[/i][/U] He tends to slouch a bit, finding it more comfortable than standing upright, and walks with his hands in his pockets much of his time. He rarely keeps Floyd on a leash unless the local laws require him to, and even then it seems more like the dog is leading him around, than vice versa.

His smiles are a bit self-conscious and uncertain, but often genuine and good-natured. He smells of the open road, his dog Floyd, and occasionally fast food or the inn where he last slept.

[b]Theme Songs:[/b]
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[*][url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PwkJfkl-clw"]Can’t Stop[/url] (Red Hot Chili Peppers)
[*][url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NUaw0b8U6OE"]Last Train Home[/url] (The Lost Prophets)
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[b]Known Family:[/b] None.

[B]Familiars/Nonhuman Companions:[/B] His dog [url= http://www.zeldauniverse.net/forums/npc-repository/122187-dog.html]Floyd[/url], a strong and stolid Caucasian Ovcharka cross-breed.

[b]Homeplace:[/b] Heaven

[b]Current Residence:[/b] None. He is always on the road.

[b]Languages:[/b]
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[*][i]The Angelic Language[/i], spoken in Heaven
[*][i]Any earthly language[/i], old or new, although he seems to be the most comfortable with English
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[B]Occupation:[/B] No fixed occupation, tends to pick up odd jobs as he wanders from city to city but is rather unskilled. Sometimes he does jobs for the Church, in return for food and shelter.

[B]Weapons:[/B] A slingshot, which he feels is rather pathetic and not worth pulling out, made of oak. The pellets are simply old, hard acorns. He's attempted to purchase a gun, but has always been too afraid to follow through and hasn't got an ID to prove his age.

[B]Armor:[/B] None but his cloth kneepads and a helmet he occasionally wears when skateboarding, but feels is too dorky to be seen in.

[B]Carried Possessions:[/B] Inside his backpack (described in appearance), Damien has a scuffed old red Walkman, repaired countless times with duct-tape, with a skip button that tends to stick; an assortment of CDs collected from yard sales all over the United States; a thermos with a slight leak, some pens, a spiral-bound notebook he sometimes likes to jot down thoughts or notes in, covered in band stickers; and a few changes of clothes which, when lucky, he scrounges up enough change to wash at local laundromats. He also carries a travel toothbrush, toothpaste, and cheap soap whenever he can get them, but doesn't have quite the same need for the items that humans do.

He also carries a threadbare, fabric fold-up wallet with a few useless membership cards, whatever cash he may have on him, and a library card that is the only proof of his identity.

Buried underneath his spare clothes is an old gray Gameboy Advance he picked up at, yes, a yard sale, and he has a small collection of games in cheap plastic cases to go with it. He carries a blue, mesh-and-fabric South Carolina Tar Heels ballcap for the days when he simply can't tolerate his cowlick any longer. If he's got some extra cash, he tries to keep at least one package of batteries in his backpack, but has always been afraid of them getting damaged and leaking acid all over his things. His backpack often smells of half-finished food.

[B]Powers/Magic/Skills:[/B] As an angel, Damien has decently serviceable wings that can fly for short distances (a few miles at a time) and/or medium altitudes. He also possesses a few holy talents. If he visits a church or other holy location, he is able to return to Heaven with God's permission.

[I][U]~Holy skills:[/U][/I]

[i]Blessing[/i]- Damien possesses the power to heal small wounds, minor illnesses, and injuries, by using a specific prayer. He needs to focus to perform this, and then clasp his hands together, speaking the words earnestly and with genuine and selfless care for the person, plant, or animal he wishes to heal. The prayer takes about a minute to recite, and he cannot perform it repeatedly without tiring himself in the process.

[i]Sanctify[/i]- With a different prayer, Damien is able to bless a certain area or building (or if he wishes, a person), and make it holy for a limited period of time (at most, two days.) This blessing protects the area or person from any manner of dark or sinful magic or power. It can also purge an evil or demonic spirit from a person or place. Depending on how long the blessing lasts, this skill will consume more of his energy.


[B]Battle Strengths:[/B] Being a holy being, Damien is unharmed by gunshots and most mortal wounds that would kill a human, as well as lesser dark magics and curses. He can fly for short periods of time, and his wiry body possesses some strength, but not much. He may be immortal, and even if he dies eventually (not of age, but of serious injury), it is believed he would be reborn again as an angel after some time.

[B]Battle Weaknesses:[/B] He's awkward and often clumsy on his feet when under pressure, and does not possess much in the way of offensive magic or physical dexterity or power. He's not really very sure how to fight; his punches are sloppy, and he sometimes does not know where he should hit to make an effective blow. This leads him to waste a lot of energy punching someone in their sturdy shoulder when he should have gone for, say, the vulnerable Adam's Apple of their throat. More powerful dark or sinful magic can harm him and require him to flee or return to Heaven injured.

[B]Personality:[/B] Damien is not your typical angel. He can't carry a tune when singing, and harps and bows have never agreed with him well--he'd always hurt a finger on either. He goes through life feeling as though he's the butt of most jokes, and therefore has become rather mellow, jaded, and skeptical of any luck that comes his way. He has low expectations and takes little seriously. He's awkward around girls, but tries to pretend he's not. He feels most at home around earth, because people are more "average", he thinks, and he can fit in better. After about seven years on earth he's fairly well assimilated into the culture, especially the teenage culture, but still finds some habits and other things about humans strange or incomprehensible.

He's unused to kindness and can be easily flustered, but often tries to hide it and play things "cool" by not looking too eager. Damien speaks slang to even the most dignified of audiences and when he gets excited, he has trouble controlling how quickly or loudly he speaks. He gives off the impression of a grungy teenager slacker, and is well-aware of this perception others hold of him. Someone can easily endear themselves to him by not judging him in this way right off the bat. He doubts his own merits and has low self-confidence, despite the image he tries to project of a more laid-back, socially competent young man. He likes to sometimes try to act older or more mature and manly than he is.

At heart, however, he is kind, faithful, and loyal, and has respect for all kinds of people who try to get by and do good deeds in their own ways. He is caring and compassionate towards animals, children, the poor and the ill, and otherwise disabled, and tolerant and forgiving towards even some of the most sinful humans. He believes in love and hopes to someday find a girl who will like and accept him for what he is. He sometimes dreams of what it’s like to have a home, but he also has a love for the open road. He is a huge fan of music. The angel is a bit cowardly, but he tries to never abandon someone in need. Fights intimidate him a bit. All in all, while he has his flaws, Damien is a good friend to have on your side.

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[*][I]Likes:[/I] Video games, rock music, inns, food, television, skateboards, girls, cars (despite never learning how to drive), movies, magazines, thriller novels, Dance Dance Revolution, thrift stores, dogs, cities, sleeping in a real bed.


[*]Food likes: Burgers, fries, cocoa, sugar, tea, chicken, pizza, Chinese food, sandwiches, steak, hot dogs, onion rings, pie, chocolate, fast food, chips, junk food, water, soda, milkshakes, he’ll eat just about any kind of food


[*][I]Dislikes:[/I] Bullies, snobs, demons, feeling dumb, feeling dorky, making a fool of himself in front of girls, his wings itching or tiring, violence, over-priced things, trains, elevators, car horns, car alarms, socks, harps, bows.


[*]Food dislikes: Artificial sweeteners, broccoli, beets


[*][I]Fears:[/I] Being rejected (especially by girls), being judged, being the worst, demons and other devilish creatures, fire, any harm befalling his dog Floyd


[*][I]Virtues:[/I] Modest, honest (except when trying to look cool for girls, but even then he often admits it later), kind, compassionate, loyal, faithful, trustworthy, a good friend


[*][I]Vices:[/I] Over-eats, can be a bit lazy and cowardly, doubts himself too much
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[B]History:[/B] He was an angel named Damien, and he had always felt there had been rather a mix-up between babies when he was being named. He was an ineffectual angel, been told he would never amount to much, and had been that way from the very start; when all the other fledgling angels had been practicing their hymns and stringing their harps, he was getting his fingers tangled and squeaking off-key, and tripping over his own sandals (just learning to strap those things had been a monumental chore--like shoe-tying, but with pointy metal buckles.) Something about him just always "screamed" average, and in a world of flawless divine beings, he always stood out like an awkward sore thumb. For many of his childhood years, he tried to ignore this--ignore it even though it stared him in the face each day, thwarted him in nearly every effort, followed him around like a tiny, personal stormcloud. He grew miserable and yet tried to stay positive for as long as he could manage, until finally, someone noticed.

Damien did not, actually, get an audience with God when the day came. But he was assured that the big man upstairs was very sympathetic to his plight, and yadda yadda, some heartening jabber they put together for his sake. But he at least got a brief sit-down with an Archangel, and a decently comfy cloud to sit on during it. The blonde, chiseled superior angel sat across from him, pulled out some impeccably clean reading glasses, and a file that materialized out of thin air. He spent some minutes skimming it, with the occasional half-interested "hrrm".

"I see that, perhaps, you have not been particularly happy here in Heaven, Damien, my boy," he said, without much feeling. "This seems somewhat contradictory, seeing as how this is... well, Heaven, the eternal paradise and all. Even if this place is meant for humans, angels are normally quite content here as well. Most don't know much else beyond this place."

"B-beyooond, sir?" his twelve-year old voice cracked.

"Yes, Damien, beyond--Earth, the living world, inhabited by humans and all of God's other creatures. Some angels have spent time there. We believe... perhaps you would like to spend some time there."

"M... me? You'd let me go...? Even though only a couple angels get to...?"

The archangel gave him a small smile. "Yes, Damien, we will let you go. He has decided it."

Damien was not sure what he could expect on earth, but even so, for the first time he could remember, he was thrilled. He was getting a chance to start somewhere new, where he could possibly fit in, and a chance to see a world few of his kind had seen and experienced in person. That made him different... and in a good way. He couldn't wait. He had no belongings aside from the clothes on his back, and after some further discussion with Michael, the archangel who had first talked with him, he soon learned that his clothing would not be well-suited for earth life anyway. He was given a small wad of bills, and directions to seek out some kind of place called a "thrift shop". They would become his new favorite sight, more welcome than a fluffy cloud or a bright patch of sun. They guided him and left him in a small city in South Carolina, where he would start his first day, as an angel on earth.

He has seldom wanted to go back to Heaven since.

He's recently adopted a [url= http://www.zeldauniverse.net/forums/npc-repository/122187-dog.html]stray dog[/url], a Caucasian Ovcharka cross-breed he has named "Floyd", after the band Pink Floyd. He has also met a girl he likes, by the name of [url= http://www.zeldauniverse.net/forums/characters-and-resources/103318-character-marissa.html#post3226467]Marissa[/url].


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