Post by Damien && Demon on Feb 21, 2008 10:29:24 GMT -5
Name/Alias: Amanda
Age: Seventeen
Years Role Playing: Around six
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Name: Damien Peter Adams
Nickname(s): Dame, Damie, Pete
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: October 10th, 1990
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 136lbs
Year Of School: Junior
Hometown: Honolulu, Hawaii
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Appearance(Picture):
Mother: Lela Adams
Age: Forty-one
Relationship: He is really close with his mother. At times he can seem like he's a mama's boy.
Father: Andrew Adams
Age: Forty-three
Relationship: Damien hardly ever sees his father, maybe on holidays and that's it. When he came out to his father, it really wasn't a pretty sight, still isn't.
Sibling(s): Patience Adams (B), Marshall Adams (B), Flossie Adams (S)
Age(s): Nineteen, Fifteen, Twelve
Relationship(s): Patience isn't too close to Damien. They hardly ever talk anymore since Patience went to college. But they were rather close in the past. Marshall is another one he doesn't get along to well with. The kid seems to have an issue that his brother likes boys as well as girls. He seems to be the root of the issue for Damien not wanting to go home when he knows only Marshall will be there. Flossie is Damien's favorite sibling. They have always been close, she of course doesn't know about her brother's sexual preference, since his mother deemed it being to early for her to know. But they are close none the less, he actually lets her tag along with him occasionally.
Personality: Damien is the sort of kid that you either hate or you love. It's not that he his horrible or something, but he is just a really happy go lucky sort of guy and some people just find it annoying as to how happy he seems all the time. So yeah, you either love him or hate him right off the bad and either way he won't care, he will still like you unless you give him a reason to hate you. Anyway though he is a fairly happy person. He doesn't let life and all its bumpy roads and harsh curves and turns break him down. He is sweet and funny to anyone he meets and tries to hold off judging people until after he gets to know them some. He is also a person who is always smiling and is constantly getting the people around him to smile too. Along with smiling he is also a person full of laughter and just like how he enjoys making people smile he also enjoys making them laugh. He is just that kind of person who people are drawn too because of his positive attitudes that everyone just wants to experience too. Don't know its hard to explain but he just rubs off nicely on the people around them.
Damien is also your all around goof ball. Seriously, he is just always making a fool of himself and he doesn't even care or he just doesn't know it. He can't even help it really its just who he is, and that being silly. Its a good thing too though because by being silly he gets people to smile and laugh even if they are laughing at him it works out nicely. He is also very affectionate with his friends and all the people he cares about. He loved giving hugs or just cuddling with someone while watching a movie and it could be totally innocent to. Just cuddling with a friend sort of think you know? He is a playful one too, always throwing a joke or a teasing comment here or there. Damien can be quite the stubborn boy too, and he is also very protective over those he cares about as well as loyal. He is probably one of the most loyal friends you will ever know. You need something he is there, someone hurts you that person's ass gets kicked, etc. Despite all this though he does know how and when to get serious. He is capable of that. Anyway though, thats Damien in a nut shell. Your friendly neighborhood crazy man!
History: Damien's story begins a bit before he was around. His mother, Lela, and father, Andrew, had a baby boy in the May of 1988. They had constantly been bickering over names, and when Andrew didn't show up at the birth, Lela named her first baby Patience. Andrew hated it. He insisted that it was a dog's name, not a kid's name. Through Patience first year of life Andrew seemed to be around less and less. Lela's friends warned her that they suspected something, but Lela, the ever trusting wife shook her head and insisted it was nothing. Nine months after Patience was born Lela became pregnant once again. When she told Andrew he wasn't as happy as she had hoped. She told him he'd have to be around more. Taking care of two babies by herself was something she couldn't do. She needed him around. He agreed, but he did nothing to change his habit. One night he didn't come back. He had divorce papers sent to her and the only time they saw eachother after that was court. Obviously Lela got custody, but I'm straying off the path. On October 13th Lela went into labor. Her mother, who she was now living with, drove her to the hospitol, while her father watched over baby Patience. Early in the morning on a bright sunny day Lela's second baby boy was born and she named him Damien.
Growing up had always been a bit difficult. Before the boys were old enough to go to school their grandparents would watch them while their mother worked. They made enough to get by, but it was tight. Patience and Damien didn't have great toys, instead they had to play imaginary games. When Patience was old enough to go to school Damien was left to play with himself. Of course he had his granparents, but that's hardly the same. He took to talking to his grandma's cat Edgar. He insisted it could talk back to him. So instead of creating an imaginary friend, he created a talking cat. And then Damien finally got into Kindergarden. He was a bit of an oddball. He talked to flowers, like his mom did and he didn't have the best clothes, so he got a bit of teasing, and what was worse was that him and Patience were going through the whole "I'm older than you so I'm better than you" phase.
He got through the elementary years alright though. When he got to middle school him and Patience were cool again. They both got first jobs at an Italian restaurant. A little place where Damien learned to cook. Patience didn't last as long. He got bored of jobs easily and switched around. But Damien worked there all through middle school. It was about then that he was discovering he had a little bit of a crush on the owner's son. The boy never looked at Damien the way he did to him though. Nothing happened.
Onto High school. Damien still worked at the small Italian restraunt. He had told the boy, Luca, that he liked him. He didn't like to keep things bottled up. Luca smiled and ruffled his hair and told him he was flattered but he'd rather be friends. It was torture. But he knew it was honestly better that way.
In his sophomore year he decided it was time to tell his mom that he was sure he was bisexual. He didn't go about it in the best way. Actually he had ended up knocking on her bedroom door at four in the morning quite drunk. He crawled into bed, snuggling up to her like a little kid on a thundering night and when he told her his mom just smiled sleepily, patted him on the head and said, "Yeah, I was pretty sure you were, Damien. Thank you for telling me though. Now go to bed, we're going to have a talk about drinking tommorrow." When he rolled out of bed the next day with a splitting headache, his mom was waiting downstairs with a couple of asprin and a glass of water waiting on the kitchen table. The first thing she said was, "How do you feel?" when he groaned she turned on the loud garbage disposal. He groaned louder and she said, "That's what you get for waking me up at four in the morning." She turned it off, kissed him of the forehead and told him to take the asprin. That's all that was said about that night.
Likes: ♥kittens
♥people who know when to SHUT UP
♥being outdoors
♥sunshine daisies
♥his little sister
♥freedom
♥being aloud to make your own choices
♥boys
♥girls
♥soap operas
♥swimming
♥dolphins
♥the wizard of oz
♥headaches- i know, weird- right?
♥the price is right
♥crescent rolls
♥guitar hero
♥running
♥world of warcraft
♥alcohol
Dislikes: -any kind of nuts
-smiley faces
-dogs
-knitting
-americas next top model
-drama
-driving
-being alone
-the dark
-cold toilet seats
-retarded cell phone ring tones
-loud babies
-small children
-christmas
-cold feet
-clear liquor
-early nights
-girls who play games
-boys who play games
-homophobia
Quirks/Mannerisms: - Insomniac
- Superstitious
- Squeamish
- Always carries around a stuffed Penguin
Flaws: He's always going out on the weekends to get drunk.
Roleplay Samples:
It was quite a glorious day in taking a walk around the Hogwarts grounds. Since the seventh year was unable to fall back asleep and staying in your Common Room for hours waiting for people to wake up, was just too boring for Cerberus. He wasn't one to wear his robes at all anymore, he only wore them for classes and that was it. So he pulled on a bright blue shirt with a little drawing of a rather happy looking cloud and a sun behind it, on the bottom left hand side. And a pair of black tight jeans, followed with a white studded belt around his waist. Slipping on his red Converses. Grabbing his wand from sitting on his bed and stuffed it down into his back pocket before heading out of the Slytherin room.
After walking for a few minutes already around the grounds, he was getting even more bored than he had been in his common room. Cerberus shortly came across a Puffskein, that more than likely had gotten away from it's owner and wondered out towards the woods, a slight smirk crossed his features. Now he wasn't about to harm the little thing, too much. A great way to practice some spells that he'd be lagging in, of course only the simple spells, nothing beyond complicated. Pulling out his wand and pointed it down to the creature, before muttering; "Confundo." Poor little thing become more dimwitted than it already was.
Preforming a few more spells on the little pet, Cerberus finally gave a quick flick of his wrist to cast his last spell. "Duro!" He exclaimed, the adorable Puffskein turning into stone. Chuckling to himself before pushing his wand back into his back pocket and picked up his stone prize, maybe he'd reverse the charm and keep it as his own pet, but for now he'd leave it as stone. Starting back on his walk once more as he tossed the stone creature up in the air a few times, catching it each time, almost missing at times too.
Approaching the Whomping Willow, and stared at the plant thrashing about. He was quite tempted to take a trip down to Hogsmeade for the day, but with what? He had so little money right now anyways, so that idea seemed to have a dim light around it. Setting down his stone Puffskein onto the ground, letting his piercing blue eyes travel over to the tree in front of him. Why not try one more spell? One way that he felt like stopping the tree from moving around, hitting the knot on the Willow. It wasn't too hard to find a twig laying around on the ground, now all he had to do was aim it properly to hit it.
Removing the wand from his back pocket once more and flicked it in the direction of the small branch before murmuring, "Wingardium Leviosa." The twig flew into the air as he moved his wrist to direct it. The boy's good vision came in perfectly at that moment, spotting the knot and caused the stick to sail straight into it, causing a pause in the tree's tantrum. Slipping his wand back into his pocket before bending over to grab the stone creature that he previously set down, at last making his way towards the Willow.
After walking for a few minutes already around the grounds, he was getting even more bored than he had been in his common room. Cerberus shortly came across a Puffskein, that more than likely had gotten away from it's owner and wondered out towards the woods, a slight smirk crossed his features. Now he wasn't about to harm the little thing, too much. A great way to practice some spells that he'd be lagging in, of course only the simple spells, nothing beyond complicated. Pulling out his wand and pointed it down to the creature, before muttering; "Confundo." Poor little thing become more dimwitted than it already was.
Preforming a few more spells on the little pet, Cerberus finally gave a quick flick of his wrist to cast his last spell. "Duro!" He exclaimed, the adorable Puffskein turning into stone. Chuckling to himself before pushing his wand back into his back pocket and picked up his stone prize, maybe he'd reverse the charm and keep it as his own pet, but for now he'd leave it as stone. Starting back on his walk once more as he tossed the stone creature up in the air a few times, catching it each time, almost missing at times too.
Approaching the Whomping Willow, and stared at the plant thrashing about. He was quite tempted to take a trip down to Hogsmeade for the day, but with what? He had so little money right now anyways, so that idea seemed to have a dim light around it. Setting down his stone Puffskein onto the ground, letting his piercing blue eyes travel over to the tree in front of him. Why not try one more spell? One way that he felt like stopping the tree from moving around, hitting the knot on the Willow. It wasn't too hard to find a twig laying around on the ground, now all he had to do was aim it properly to hit it.
Removing the wand from his back pocket once more and flicked it in the direction of the small branch before murmuring, "Wingardium Leviosa." The twig flew into the air as he moved his wrist to direct it. The boy's good vision came in perfectly at that moment, spotting the knot and caused the stick to sail straight into it, causing a pause in the tree's tantrum. Slipping his wand back into his pocket before bending over to grab the stone creature that he previously set down, at last making his way towards the Willow.
The subconscious. It's a tricky area for the mind. Memories, time, place, emotions, they all get jumbled and thrown into a mixer with the finger of a soul holding down the mash button. Sometimes these dreams don't make sense and other times their full of unspecified symbols and underlying meanings. Then theres the times when its just a recalling of an event, the recalling of the emotions that saturate that event. Rather good or bad, they rear their ugly little heads and put their viewer through their paces once again. This wasn't pleasant, this was a nightmare.
There he stood, toppling over like a giant would over a normal being, his hands clenched and held at his side with meaning. His face was taut and forceful, teeth gritted together as if made of stone. Not to mention his eyes, Andrew was sure if it was humanly possible they'd tear him down in a blink. A splatter of blood had been inked to the left side of his face, it stained those clenched fists as well. But it wasn't his own blood. It was Talon's. Andrew squinted up at him, everything was so blurry, the man standing over him was just a black silhouette. For an instance Andrew was glad he couldn't see his eyes. He huddled in a corner like dog that had been cornered, scared and frightened, but more of which confused. He couldn't think straight and he couldn't figure what he'd done to deserve this. All that registered was the pain, it felt so real. Then as the figured raised his fist, Andrew caught a glimpse of a metallic object wrenched between his finger. It was knife, and as the figure came plumiting downward, Andrew found himself screaming.
It's what truly awoke him. His own fearful shriek that jarred his conscious. He sat up, his body was covered in sweat, his breathing labored. His hands holding him up he gasped for air. His bangs clung to his face as he came back to reality, his heart beat was more then frantic.
There he stood, toppling over like a giant would over a normal being, his hands clenched and held at his side with meaning. His face was taut and forceful, teeth gritted together as if made of stone. Not to mention his eyes, Andrew was sure if it was humanly possible they'd tear him down in a blink. A splatter of blood had been inked to the left side of his face, it stained those clenched fists as well. But it wasn't his own blood. It was Talon's. Andrew squinted up at him, everything was so blurry, the man standing over him was just a black silhouette. For an instance Andrew was glad he couldn't see his eyes. He huddled in a corner like dog that had been cornered, scared and frightened, but more of which confused. He couldn't think straight and he couldn't figure what he'd done to deserve this. All that registered was the pain, it felt so real. Then as the figured raised his fist, Andrew caught a glimpse of a metallic object wrenched between his finger. It was knife, and as the figure came plumiting downward, Andrew found himself screaming.
It's what truly awoke him. His own fearful shriek that jarred his conscious. He sat up, his body was covered in sweat, his breathing labored. His hands holding him up he gasped for air. His bangs clung to his face as he came back to reality, his heart beat was more then frantic.
So he had a half sister? Hm, interesting. It kind of gave him mixed feelings. He wasn't exactly sure how he was meant to act. Surprised? He was. Angry? A little. Happy? Not so much. It wasn't like everyday you find out you have a half sibling out there that you never knew about. Well, what did you expect? Their mother was a whore, at least in Hunter's eyes. She was more than willing to give it up to some guy she was dating for not too long and ended up pregnant with Hunt, and now how ever long later, she did it again and ended up with this girl? What was her name again? Great, Hunter. If you really wanted to make a good impression, you just fucked up by forgetting your own siblings name. It started with a D, that's all he could remember. Well, he could listen to her voice message again and find out.
A blue Honda pulled up towards the coffee shop at last, out stepped Hunter, giving the door a small slam. Breathing slowly to try and calm down. If this was some sort of joke he really was going to be beyond pissed off. He had on a gray shirt with a distressed light gray text "if you can read this, my invisibility cloak isn't working." This day he wasn't planning on wearing a jacket or hoodie, he also couldn't find one that was clean enough to wear. His pants were black, a white studded belt wrapped around his hips. A pair of plain black Vans were laced up on his feet. Slowly building up being calm before entering the coffee shop. Soon spotting the girl, walking over towards her. "Dita?" He asked calmly.
A blue Honda pulled up towards the coffee shop at last, out stepped Hunter, giving the door a small slam. Breathing slowly to try and calm down. If this was some sort of joke he really was going to be beyond pissed off. He had on a gray shirt with a distressed light gray text "if you can read this, my invisibility cloak isn't working." This day he wasn't planning on wearing a jacket or hoodie, he also couldn't find one that was clean enough to wear. His pants were black, a white studded belt wrapped around his hips. A pair of plain black Vans were laced up on his feet. Slowly building up being calm before entering the coffee shop. Soon spotting the girl, walking over towards her. "Dita?" He asked calmly.
