WINTERS, Damien

[damienwinters]

DAMIEN WINTERS

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"I DONT EVEN KNOW MYSELF WHAT IT WOULD TAKE TO KNOW MYSELF
I NEED TO CHANGE I DONT KNOW HOW DONT GIVE UP ON ME NOW"

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MYNAMEIS: Damien Winters
CALLME: Ian, DW
ILIKE: Girls
IAM: 17 currently
BORNON: March 9th
SPECIES: Shifter
WHAT TYPE: Alligator

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PLAYEDBY: Sean Opry
HEIGHT: 6ft 2in
WEIGHT: 130
MYHAIR: wispy, dark brown
MYEYES: swamp green
MYBODY: skinny but chiseled, tall but not lanky.
MYFACE: chiseled jaw, soft eyes, full lips, extremly French looking
SPECIAL: dimples

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ILOVE:walking, swimming, honesty, heritage, history, peace, learning, reading, studying, sports, being alone, having a good time, drinking, partying, watchign movies, girls, nice cars, traveling, seeing new things, spontaneous acts, being surprised, music, nice shoes, driving, long trips
IHATE: himself, louisiana, waiting, strangers, vampires, hybrids, being a shifter, staying in one place, people who talk too much, dirty expensive cars, sometimes crowds, rock music, telephones
DONTTELL: his biggest secret from his family is that he hates being a shifter, thoguh he never openly says it he doesnt try hard to conceal it from them. His biggest secret to everyone else is that he would really like someone to know him, figure him out, and be his friend. He wants a purpose.
SCAREDOF:That in some way (though it doesnt feel possible to him because he is so very callous) he will open himself up and be hurt again.
WANTTO: A purpose
STRENGTHS:He is an excellent fighter when he gets around to doing it, he has a way with blunt honesty which could be seen as good advice to some, he's very attractive and he would consider that his own best strength, he also is exceptionally loyal. Even though the people he gets close too dont feel very liked by him, they may just be surprised when he arrives by their side. He's a great swimmer of course, and a bit of a speed demon when it comes to driving.
WEAKNESSES: His biggest weakness is that he doesnt think he's ever been good enough, and so he doesnt really try. If he ever did try he would excel, but he's become prone to carelessness and procrastination and therefore hardly ever achieves anything but his immediate desire.
TALENTS: Occasionally he paints landscapes, but he would never let anyone know abotu it because the moody artsy type is a stereotype he doesnt want people to place him under.
PERSONALITY: Sometimes we fall down and cant get back up, and Ian is a boy who never really regained his footing. Though to the outside he seems sure and steady, silent, handsome, and callous. These things he may well be, but under the scars and hard skin he's built up, theres a boy who is still very uncomfortable and unsure. Sustaining the losses he has sustained created a boy he doesnt even recognize anymore. He walks alone through the swamps because no one knows him enough to understand why he wants to walk. He paints even though he's embarassed by it because no one would become close enough to him to ask his hobbies, and he is careless with his life, because everyone else is just as careless with him. He seems a snob for all of his money and lonliness, his parties and alcohol rages, when really he's as poor in morals and concious as the swamp people. He's a boy who craves a purpose. He wants something to look forward to, something to be excited for. He wants to have something in his life that he is proud to have, instead of dull days that seem like standing still. He wants to feel something, even if it is rage.

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BORNIN: Baton Rouge
LIVING IN: Merrydale
MOTHER: Frances Jade Winters
FATHER:David Caesar Winters
SIBLINGS: Jasmin winters: Sometimes his best friend sometimes his worst enemy. Mostly he just wants to be left alone, but every now and then she tells him something he needs to hear, even if he doesnt listen to it.
IMPORTANTPEEPS: names and how you feel about them
OTHERHALF: names and how you feel about them
THEPETS: names and how you feel about them
GOODMEMORY: His best memory is from when he was eleven years old. His older brother came home one night, late. It was when he first started arriving late to the house. He walked into Ian's room, really muddy and Ian got so scared because he thoguht he had seen a swamp monster. His older brother felt so bad for scaring him that the two stayed up all night long playing games and watching movies. They got in so much trouble the next day for not having slept but it was the best night of Ian's life.
BADMEMORY: The night his brother was killed.
HISTORY: When Ian was younger, he was aware of a few things: He was french, his family had a lot of money, and he hated his older brother. The stories of Men who turned to alligators were knowledge to him, but at the time they seemed like somethign created by the witches in the swamps and the voodoo masters who kidknapped people in the subways. People didnt turn into animals. So this sure fact in his head, Ian was just as any other boy. He went to school, played sports, and hated when his mom picked out his clothes just like any other twelve year old. There were a few things that angered him but didnt seem strange, like how his brother, only three years his elder, was allowed to stay out all night long or how he was never allowed to have friends over. It also angered him that the other side of the swamp, where all of his friends explored and climbed and swam in, he was never allowed to go. To a kid who already feels like an outcast because of his money and his foreign language, not being included because you have strict parents is hell.
when Ian was fourteen, he would have traded all of those rules for the change that became him.

One night while Ian and his older brother were out, two strangers ambushed them. Ian managed to escape back to the house, but in the morning when his brother didnt arrive back, he knew somethign had happened.

After his brother's funeral it seemed impossible that thing could feel any worse than they did, even after his parents became depressed and he lost his friends because of his new quiet personality.
The first night he transformed those views changed yet again.
It seems his entire life Ian has had to re-adjust, and so it has become nature for him not to care. This protects him from continuing to be hurt.

Not, Louisiana has become a home for every creature walking freak to live in and you can imagine that Damian, a boy who lost everything because he and his family were the sole creatures to protect the swamp, would be a little pissed (pardon my french). Now, that he has adjusted and re-adjusted, there seems to be no need for the change he thought was his new life. Now he is a monster for nothing. So he spends as many days as he can away from his home and has become more mature than any 18 year old should be.

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ALIAS: Annette
HOWYOUFOUNDUS: proboards support
OTHERCHARACTERS: N/A
RP SAMPLE:

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Men are told sense before they are old enough to understand, that their emotions are what make them weak. Men don’t cry, or compromise or show care for lesser creatures. Men are conquerors. Men fight and yell and make their own way. This circumstance of their genetics helps them to become the head of their households. Their stunted emotional sense creates the inability for men to be broken down as easily as women, and therefore they are the survivors. They carry on undamaged; thick headed and tough skinned. This is reportedly what creates the social inequality between men and women. This shift in the genetic change doesn’t occur for some time. We all start out as women during conception and it take just that special extra something to become a man. The special tweak of a gene and a cell to become a being capable of rising above emotion and turmoil and support. If you are lucky enough to be born a man, then there are several truths you have to learn to live with and recognize. One of them, is that you are expected to work your entire life. For yourself, for your mother, for you teachers, your employers, your wives, and then your daughters and sons. You are a machine from conception, readily capable of completing the will of others and yourself. As a shifter there is another cataclysmic truth that you must recognize and except. Those countless needs of everyone that exists around you, and going to be put first and foremost above your own. You do not live for yourself from the time you make your first transformation to the time you die. This is a truth. Not a choice, not an opinion, not a falsehood, a truth. An unavoidable circumstance that you must accept. Quite a thing to handle, isn’t it?


When Damien made his first transformation; it set a fire in him. Adrenaline is one hell of a crazy thing. It can make the most outrageous acts seem possible, even preferable, to day-to-day living. It can allow a wounded man to live, can allow a brave man to escape, and a coward to fight. Adrenaline can make you stronger, faster, and maybe even smarter depending on the situation. It can make you reckless… It can make you a slave to your own instinct. Ian had no longer just been born into a man; he had been born into something else. Something raw and cruel and dangerous. His first transformation was not into the four legged beast his family was meant to become, his first transformation was inside of him. After his brother died, he became an angry thing. He became a beast. This was his first transformation. No one knew him anymore. No know knew who he was or what he wanted, not even him, and by the time this strange change evolved into a physical transformation of a swamp crawler he was already long gone.


All of that seemed like only yesterday when really it had been years ago. He finished his cigarette and let the red cherry burn out against the moist blank dirt. The tips of his shoes were getting scuffed from the Louisiana rains but he couldn’t muster the strength to care. The cigarette had left him calm, but pensive and his thoughts ran deeper tonight than the sheen on his white shoes. Behind him from his mother’s dining room there was laughing and the clinking of classes. The party was going well if his hears weren’t deceiving him, somewhere in the chaos of chiffon and lace there would be his parents and his sister, and somewhere in front of him patrolling the waters would be his other family. His pack. He wondered what would be more threatening to him at this moment, the eyes of the party, or the thoughts of the pack. They would probably be discussing the results of his latest game, or the travesty of his brother’s latest hatred against a gay. Such thrilling options…



He pulled down his tie so that it was no longer choking him and stood, moving up on the concrete stair so that his own weight wouldn’t put more mud In his soles. His mother would not thank him for that. He turned to look over his shoulder, and through the glass panes in the door found his sister, casually throwing a flirting hand on the shoulder of a bearded man. The governor. He suppressed an eye roll but allowed a scoff and an ironic smile. She really played it up well didn’t she? Little tramp.


He moved back inside, careful not to send his scorching gaze at anyone in particular. He had a few more hours before he could sneak away upstairs or out of the house altogether. Like a beast crawls back into the dark.

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