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Super-Earth
- Joined
- Sep 30, 2016
Name: Damian Fear
Appearance Age: 26
Actual Age: 2453
Gender: Male
Race: Demon - Humanoid
Personality: Somewhat uncaring and indifferent to many situations, Damian also has a tendency to question authority and dominance in others. Normally keeps his distance or keeps himself from getting involved in business that is normally not his own. Fairly passive, when pushed to be defensive, Damian often restrains himself unless he knows it won't be enough. Additionally, Damian is a bit of a loner, never really opening himself too much around others besides his name and what he does... never disclosing the truth, naturally.
Bio: An outcast, Damian was thrown out of hell merely for questioning, and surpassing, who was supposed to be his mentor. However, unable to be accepted back at home, nor will the angers seek to offer him refuge because he is a demon, Damian is ultimately forced to live as a human. Thus, he makes the presence of his powers to be absolutely minimal to nonexistent; he has a home, a fairly average-paying job to take care of the bills, yet he is often self-kept, preferring not to get himself too associated with others, mostly as it would risk his exposure. Humans may have the belief that angels and demons may exist... to find out they really do could cause chaos; contradictory to his nature as a demon, Damian has the inner desire to avoid that as much as possible.
General Powers/Traits: Fire manipulation, super strength, reflexes and senses (about 10x greater than a body builder), incredible endurance and balance, difficult to submit, regeneration, flight via wings, and gaze powers than can cause hypnotic control or induce sleep, but only affects those of the opposite sex, women.
Appearance:
Gazing through the window, watching as the sun set over the horizon, Damian's back rested against the counter, seated in his stool. The evening shift was about to begin for this place, a local bar in the downtown area. Vehicles would pass by frequently, civilians walk along the sidewalk, a few of them entering the pub for a quick meal or drink before heading on their way... A fairly average evening and what it has been for a while. The man's gaze continued to watch out the window, somewhat in an absent-minded manner, not really focusing on the then and there within the building. The day had been long and... well, not all that hard, as he had completed work on time as usual; seldom does he stay in for overtime unless he knows that there isn't anything lined up. Not like he has much planned outside, really.
Clad in the blue, work jacket of his, underneath was his casual clothing, consisting of a white-button-up shirt, a tie which he had undone and had wrapped around his right wrist. Additionally he wore some black jeans, with a belt worn through the hoops, and ultimately, some steel-toed work boots. He cut himself at work, explaining why his tie was worn around his wrist, but... it had already healed completely, yet he kept it there as a bit of his dried blood stained through, though he was sure it would clean when he got back. Nonetheless, he couldn't really remove it unless he wanted to arouse questions, which he preferred to avoid if he could. Damian was quiet and kept to himself, seldom does he speak to others; in this bar, he could very well be considered a regular of sorts; sitting in the same place, having a few drinks, and well after the sun sets, right as things began to get really dark, only then did he leave. Things were still too early for him to go anywhere at this moment.
The television that was on, about ready to get into the game, was talking about a news event that occurred the previous night; a group of males that was a gang in the local area seemed to have suffered some kind of beating, yet they claim just a single man was able to do that. They were about to be hauled into the police station because their drug dealings was exposed to the local authorities, and the one addressing the news story seemed to be expressing some gratefulness that one less gang was off the streets, but there were plenty more that may take this into some careful considering in where they do their operations. Damian rolled his eyes a bit, as if in disbelief that a gang would go on that claim; they had the appearance to handle one guy, and had the firearms to do so... they must have been caught with their pants down to have that story even the slightest bit convincing. Some other regulars seemed to be laughing rather loudly, and obnoxiously, over by the pool tables as they play their game, while watching the same news, and going about discussing to themselves. The young man just opted to keep to himself, ordering another drink from the tender on shift...
Appearance Age: 26
Actual Age: 2453
Gender: Male
Race: Demon - Humanoid
Personality: Somewhat uncaring and indifferent to many situations, Damian also has a tendency to question authority and dominance in others. Normally keeps his distance or keeps himself from getting involved in business that is normally not his own. Fairly passive, when pushed to be defensive, Damian often restrains himself unless he knows it won't be enough. Additionally, Damian is a bit of a loner, never really opening himself too much around others besides his name and what he does... never disclosing the truth, naturally.
Bio: An outcast, Damian was thrown out of hell merely for questioning, and surpassing, who was supposed to be his mentor. However, unable to be accepted back at home, nor will the angers seek to offer him refuge because he is a demon, Damian is ultimately forced to live as a human. Thus, he makes the presence of his powers to be absolutely minimal to nonexistent; he has a home, a fairly average-paying job to take care of the bills, yet he is often self-kept, preferring not to get himself too associated with others, mostly as it would risk his exposure. Humans may have the belief that angels and demons may exist... to find out they really do could cause chaos; contradictory to his nature as a demon, Damian has the inner desire to avoid that as much as possible.
General Powers/Traits: Fire manipulation, super strength, reflexes and senses (about 10x greater than a body builder), incredible endurance and balance, difficult to submit, regeneration, flight via wings, and gaze powers than can cause hypnotic control or induce sleep, but only affects those of the opposite sex, women.
Appearance:
Gazing through the window, watching as the sun set over the horizon, Damian's back rested against the counter, seated in his stool. The evening shift was about to begin for this place, a local bar in the downtown area. Vehicles would pass by frequently, civilians walk along the sidewalk, a few of them entering the pub for a quick meal or drink before heading on their way... A fairly average evening and what it has been for a while. The man's gaze continued to watch out the window, somewhat in an absent-minded manner, not really focusing on the then and there within the building. The day had been long and... well, not all that hard, as he had completed work on time as usual; seldom does he stay in for overtime unless he knows that there isn't anything lined up. Not like he has much planned outside, really.
Clad in the blue, work jacket of his, underneath was his casual clothing, consisting of a white-button-up shirt, a tie which he had undone and had wrapped around his right wrist. Additionally he wore some black jeans, with a belt worn through the hoops, and ultimately, some steel-toed work boots. He cut himself at work, explaining why his tie was worn around his wrist, but... it had already healed completely, yet he kept it there as a bit of his dried blood stained through, though he was sure it would clean when he got back. Nonetheless, he couldn't really remove it unless he wanted to arouse questions, which he preferred to avoid if he could. Damian was quiet and kept to himself, seldom does he speak to others; in this bar, he could very well be considered a regular of sorts; sitting in the same place, having a few drinks, and well after the sun sets, right as things began to get really dark, only then did he leave. Things were still too early for him to go anywhere at this moment.
The television that was on, about ready to get into the game, was talking about a news event that occurred the previous night; a group of males that was a gang in the local area seemed to have suffered some kind of beating, yet they claim just a single man was able to do that. They were about to be hauled into the police station because their drug dealings was exposed to the local authorities, and the one addressing the news story seemed to be expressing some gratefulness that one less gang was off the streets, but there were plenty more that may take this into some careful considering in where they do their operations. Damian rolled his eyes a bit, as if in disbelief that a gang would go on that claim; they had the appearance to handle one guy, and had the firearms to do so... they must have been caught with their pants down to have that story even the slightest bit convincing. Some other regulars seemed to be laughing rather loudly, and obnoxiously, over by the pool tables as they play their game, while watching the same news, and going about discussing to themselves. The young man just opted to keep to himself, ordering another drink from the tender on shift...
