Gender: Male
Race: Witch
Partner: N/A
Weapon/Magic/Animal Style: Spatial Magic- Damien can distort the laws of time and space to a certain degree, but he knows his limits. He can stop time only for a brief period, and can neither reverse nor speed it up; he is also gifted with the ability to make small wormholes, usually only big enough for himself and one other person, at the most. One of his favorite "party tricks" as he calls them, is opening a dimensional portal at the bottom of his hat in order to produce weapons, knickknacks, and sometimes just random junk to show off his talents. He also has the ability to tamper with the pull of gravity, able to fly -to a certain extent- and make things levitate as he pleases. His limit with this particular skill is a few hundred feet above the ground.
Age: 28
Alliance:Chaotic Neutral
Description:
History: Born and raised in London England, Damien was always a strange boy growing up. Neither of his parents had magical abilities, but his gifts were passed down through the generations from a witch far back in his lineage, so no one knew quite why he was such a misfit, but his family loved and accepted him all the same. He'd always had an odd fascination with the eerie and abnormal, and this caused him to be outcasted from those at his school and church. Not that he really minded growing up alone- all the more time left to read and write creepy stories of misery and woe, as far as he was concerned.
Then one day, he met a sweet young girl on the playground, named Alice. Unlike the other children Damien had grown up with, she too was a bit of an unusual child. Always spacing out and wondering the strangest things out loud. The two became instant friends, and also the only acquaintance either had to speak of. As the years passed by, the two only grew closer, and their bond went far beyond friendship; naturally the two, being so similar with their "diamond-in-the-rough" qualities, were very attached. It wasn't until they were reaching their late teens that a rift grew between them- one they fought hard to go against.
Alice had always told tales of people turning into weapons, and of those who could wield such people, often claiming to be one herself. Of course, Damien had assumed this was merely another of her fantastical daydreams. Little did he know that she'd been training as a Meister since childhood, or that he'd soon be found by the Witch's church as his so-called "evil" Soul Wavelength grew more powerful and prominent by the day. By now Damien had left home and set out on his own, his parents thoroughly out of the picture, only for him to be taken in by the Witch's Church at age 17. When both their destinies were revealed, every force imaginable -Alice's parents and partner, and his own new guardian, the Grand High Witch- tried to tear them apart and convince them that the other was plotting their demise as they spoke; neither listened, and they continued their forbidden affair.
Years passed, and Damien was now a full-grown man of 23 years. His time, for the last several years, had been devoted to practicing with his magic, and sneaking out to see Alice whenever his free time permitted it. One day, Damien heard rumor around the Church of a young Meister who had been killed in her attempts to find and capture a witch's soul. He brushed this off as nothing but idle chatter, not knowing the gravity of what he had just heard. Only when he next consulted the Grand High Witch was he informed of who the Meister had been: none other than his lover, Alice. Only to add insult to injury, the Grand High Witch told him of her efforts to hunt down Witch's for their precious souls, and how she was brutally slaughtered for his own good; she had even set up the hunt for the particularly Meister herself, she explained.
His mind and heart simultaneously shattered, Damien fled the church in anger, never to return again. That day he had turned his back on his people, but not his practices; he neither sought revenge, nor did he plan to join Lord Death or his school. He just wanted to be left alone with his sorrow. Now he wanders unaccompanied, and unwanted by any sort of society- witch, human or otherwise. He is but a shadow of his former self, secretly mourning the loss of Alice, but putting up many a wall to hide this potentially crippling weakness.
Weapon Room: N/A
Personality: Before Alice's death, but after having met her, he was a very quiet and thoughtful young man, full of life and bright ideas. He was creative and inventive, but shy all the same. In truth, had anyone besides Alice cared to go beyond his oddities, they would've found him to be a rather likable and remarkable boy.
However, after losing her and being left to revel in his loss, his mind began to morph and change. He became somber and silent, but in a much more eerie and conniving way than before. At first glance he seems childish and mischievous, with a sweetly faked smile, but on the inside lies a morbid and tormented individual with a soul twisted by misfortune and lost love.
Orientation & Lover: Straight; Alice (deceased, but he refuses to love anyone else)
Likes: Sweets, tea, classical music, reading, riddles/puzzles, card games.
Dislikes: The Witch's Church, being totally alone, his weakness to madness, things that remind him of Alice, loud/obnoxious/pompous people.
Fun Facts:
-After Alice was killed, his mind was left wide open to the Madness Wavelength, even in the smallest form.
-His alliance lies in a grey area; he neither sides with the witches, nor Lord Death. He simply does what he wants, when he wants, and pays no attention to the consequences of his erratic and random actions.
-His cane serves as a talisman of sorts, almost like a wand. (Accept wands are silly and witches don't actually need them. It just serves to heighten his powers a bit, and he often uses it to add a bit of a flourish to his "magic act.")
