Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2013 1:40:25 GMT -6
DAMION ADAIR
Age: twenty-five years
Gender: male
Orientation: demisexual
Profession: mercenary
Occupation:hooker i'll get back to that
Appearance:
Gender: male
Orientation: demisexual
Profession: mercenary
Occupation:
Appearance:
Everyday Clothes:Damion is a rather short man for his age. How short? Well, considering he is one hundred sixty centimeters, or about five feet and two inches, he is kind of hard to spot in the crowd. Despite his short height, he weighs sixty-five kilograms, or about one hundred forty-three pounds. A good portion of that is nothing but the muscles in his legs, arms, and abdomen. Pale skin covers his body despite so many hours in the sun. Narrowed grey eyes and the usual frown that displays on his face gives Damion a more stern look that usually masks his emotions quite well. His eyes, however, despite often looking bored, will betray those emotions during certain times. It all depends on how well you come to know him so you figure out what little changes turn him into an open book. There are often bags found under his eyes due to lack of sleep. Short, undercut black hair reaches only to his ears, falling into his face with a part down the side.
Formal Garbs:Damion will, honestly, wear whatever he pulls out of the closet or his duffel bag. T-shirts, jeans, and a pair of tennis shoes could easily be one of his outfits, though he always makes sure he can easily move in whatever he wears. Most of this clothes were passed down from those before him, so they're worn and ragged in most cases.
Pack:He has an old, black tuxedo that was given to him after his father's death.
Personality:He has two bags. The first is a worn duffel bag that carries a couple days worth of clothing. The other is a messenger bag that he puts all of his items in along with money and snacks to tide him over with until he reaches his destination.
Likes:A rather aloof individual, Damion finds it hard to trust others, especially in this day and age. He tends to give people the cold shoulder before really even bothering to get to know them. He keeps his distance, never growing near. He waits for people to come to him before he even bothers to try getting to know them. The process of getting even the slightest bit close to him can take a while, though there are some occasions, such as during a blue moon, when he will allow someone to get closer to him right off the bat. It all depends on what kind of impression you make on him as he is a man to quickly judge someone based off of their initial impression on him.
Once you can get to know him and can get passed the calm, cool, stick-in-the-mud exterior he has, one will find a big softy. He tries to push people away, though he is quick to run to their aid if he somehow finds a place in his heart for them. He is loyal like a dog, almost to a fault if he decides to put his loyalty in the wrong person, doing just about anything that is asked of him just to keep those select few from being disappointed in him. If they are not happy, he is not happy. He will not rest until those he cares for are happy, healthy, and out of harms way. He may not seem like the sort of person to get stressed out over the well being of another person, but he will worry until the Miltank come home. He loses what little sleep he gets over worrying about others, and it can sour his mood very quickly. He is also quite the force to be reckoned with when his friends are threatened while he is around, and he is not afraid to let loose the pent up anger and stress on the offender.
Damion is also quite knowledgeable for someone of his background. He is both book smart and street smart, and he knows his way out of sticky situations. He is careful with his movements, especially while around feral Pokemon, and he is always on the lookout for signs of hostility and danger. He is also quite the cook after having to take care of his family once his father passed.
Dislikes:moonlight, winter, snow, the sound of rain and thunder, nature, cooking, canine pokemon
Backstory:harsh sunlight, summer, overbearing heat, uncomfortable/scratchy clothing, comments about his height
Damion comes from a large family of farmers in New Pallet. Well, to say they were all farmers would be a lie. His father's side of the family happened to originally be wealthy businessmen and businesswomen back in the old times of the other planet, but that changed during the shift between worlds. His father, in order to make it in this new world, married a farmer's girl, thus combining what wealth they had that was worth anything and the farming skills needed. As the years grew, it molded into just a farming family. Damion is the eldest of his family, having ten younger siblings: seven boys, three girls. His grandparents on his mother's side also lived with them, though they were too old to really be of use around the house or the farm.
When he was ten years old, his father died due to illness, soon followed by his grandmother. His mother couldn't possibly handle so many kids and the farm and their grandfather at the same time, so Damion had to step up to the plate. He basically took over the role as father, quickly learning the ropes of multiple tasks his father used to perform, already knowing how to do multiple tasks due to having to do chores regardless. He was a big help, and his mother appreciated it. His siblings, however, weren't too fond of how bossy and cranky he had become after working so hard each day, but they grew to understand why he was doing it.
When he turned fifteen, his siblings started to help out more around the farm. There was a heavy load that was lifted off of his shoulders, but he never ceased to work hard around the land. Soon, his grandfather died, and his mother grew ill. He tended to his mother the best he could, though he could not shake the feeling of dread that washed over him every time he thought about the woman. His younger sisters were put to the task of watching over their mother while he was out on the field, tending to the animals. Every time they needed something from within the town for their mother, though, he was always the first to volunteer to go.
The seasons slowly passed. His mother seemed to be getting better with all the rest she was getting, but then the horrible reality came to light. During one hot summer's day, his mother passed away. Damion took her death hard, and he worked himself harder than over in an attempt to overcome the sorrow that hung over him like a cloud. His siblings quickly grew tired of this and urged him to move on. He was stubborn, though, and it wasn't until he was twenty-two that he finally put their mother's death behind him. It was a good thing, too, as any longer would have made him work himself to death. Soon, he was urged to leave the farm in search for more work. He was not too willing to leave with so many younger siblings and a farm to look over, but the second eldest sibling, only two years younger than him, was quite determined to take over as the man of the house when he was gone. With a roll of the eyes, Damion left to start mercenary work.
