Damien Lier (C-2 CLASS)

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A devil in disguise appeared to me and asked,

Damien Scipio Lier
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Completely powerless, I clenched my fist.
I roared with impotent fury
Though this world has gone cold and bleak
I'll burn everything with my Flame.

THE PRELUDE TO DESTRUCTION

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"What, you want me to just quit, to give up without even trying? I might as well kill myself. After all- if I quit, I won't be me anymore."

name ;; Damien S. Lier
nicknames ;; Gridiron Gangster, Kishin
gender ;; Male
age;; 17
job ;; Storm Guardian
origin ;; Chicago, United States
affiliation ;; Angelo Famiglia

Even when my fist loses all of its strength and I cannot fight,
I'll show you, I'll make you regret ever crossing me.

A LOOK IN THE MIRROR SHOWS ALL

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first impression ;; Damien may very well be the image most people think of when they imagine American beef- when they're being kind. (one might argue that the true image of American beef is a man so fat he cannot support his own weight, but it is difficult to RP with such a character.) Others would probably take one look at Damien's out of place, golden, spiked hair, see his size, and immediately think one word: thug.
body build ;; Heavily built with muscle. Tall, even for his age group.
attire ;; Anything that fits.

Unfortunately, due to Damien's size, this is more or less his take on clothing. Often his clothing will be incredibly simple: sneakers, turned tan with age, denim jeans that seem nearly indestructible, and a Nike or Champion short-sleeved shirt, covered up by a zippered hoodie. The only thing that's of any serious notice is his belt buckle collection. Started as a simple joke between friends, it quickly became a fancy of his. His favorite is a Bullet Bill buckle he received from his friend on his 10th birthday. Many would first point fingers at Damien should they have to identify the school thug.

However, Damien does have one decent looking suit: an old-fashioned, Al Capone era pinstripe suit, complete with fedora and cufflinks. Inherited from his grandfather, it still has hidden slots where the old man would holster his gun while bootlegging for Scarface himself.

I will never fear the sight of a thousand swords
For I am spurred on by the fear of seeing a thousand tears.

THE INSIDE OF THE SOUL

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personality ;;
Damien is incredibly laid back, often able to take a second look at a situation and take the best course of action. Many think him a pushover, but woe to those men. Damien knows there is a time for anger, and it is best applied as a perfectly placed bullet, and not an unwieldy sledgehammer to be thrown around indiscriminately. One frightening aspect of this trait is his ability to carry out any task without flinching, so long as he believes in the ultimate goal. In saying this, however, one must remark that Damien is not deceitful or scheming in any way, shape, or form. The gentle giant is quite kind and protective of his friends and those weaker than him. He finds himself completely unable to hit a woman in any circumstance. His friends have tried to cure this, but even in the deepest of rages, Damien's fist simply seems to stop before making contact. It's not even voluntary; his muscles just won't fiction if this is his aim. His fist will stop, his foot will refuse to kick, and his trigger finger won't squeeze. His chevalier attitude, while endearing, could get him in trouble in a fight. The one exception to this attitude is when his family- especially his brother- are threatened. At that point, he'll cheerfully dole out the pain with an extra large shovel.

What wins most over is his absolute honesty. His grandfather believed in the 'honorable gangster' of the Roarin' '20s, and raised his grandson accordingly. Damien, while able to feint in a fight, cannot create such convolutions with his tongue. Most of the time, Damien will simply stutter into silence with a falsehood. Whenever he does manage to speak an untruth, it's so blatantly obvious that almost anyone could catch him. Still, Damien is able to use silence and half-truths, leaving him with some defenses.

While fighting, Damien is decisive in his every action, always aiming to win. He loves fighting, and loves a good opponent, but simply cannot bring himself to prolong a fight. If he has to, it has already lost all excitement for him. Damien's favorite moment is with his life on the line, fighting an opponent just as good as- or even better than- he is. In this case, Damien can be seen with a smile on his face, only shown otherwise while with his music or familia.

Strengths ;;
>Incredible Spatial Awareness (Athleticism)

>Superhuman Reaction Time

>Completely unpredictable in combat

Weaknesses;;
>Complete inability to deceive others. This has the unfortunate side effect of often rendering him susceptible to Mist- based illusions.

>Cannot strike a woman.

>Overtrusting

Behold, on my back
I shall bear the weight of the world for those I love.
I shall neither bend nor break.
Behold, on my back
There is no blemish of cowardice or fear.

DON'T LOOK BACK TO THE PAST

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history;;

Damien had been born on the south side of Chicago, the human refuse of the 'City that Runs.' His family had never been one of the most affluent, but they had always managed to make ends meet. Shortly after the birth of Damien's little brother, Ryan, though, Damien's father was laid off, plunging the family below the poverty line.

And Ryan was very, very sick.

Though Mr. Lier scrambled for some way to pay the doctor's bills, minimum wage wasn't going to cut it. Even with both parents working several shifts a day, Damien could see that there was no way his brother would get the treatment he needed. And so he got sicker and sicker while the debts rose higher and higher.

And then he snapped.

He had channeled all his fury into football, pushing himself to be the best, somehow deluding himself into thinking that if he conquered this tiny world, he could conquer the real one. But it wasn't enough. Ryan took a turn for the worst, and there are always idiots at any public school who never know when to leave a topic alone, to stop picking at a fragile scab. They dared mock Damien's brother, and Damien took them to town for it.

On the school's rooftop, stepping over the groaning bodies of his opponents, and rubbing his bleeding knuckles, Damien looked around himself and saw the petty betting of his fellow students, and dollar signs flashed in his eyes while lightbulbs went off in his head. He could make money from this, from his abnormal size and strength- maybe even enough to save his brother.

And so, calling in favors from the potheads and drug dealers rife throughout his school, Damien found his way into the underground fighting rings, where anything goes and money was there for the taking- if you were still alive to seize it. Always betting on himself, Damien forced himself to win, knowing that even a single loss was unforgivable. Opponents would tremble in fear as they saw the brat with blood covering half his face slowly rise from the concrete floor, implacable as Death itself. Damien never lose, because he couldn't.

And for two years, Damien reigned as king, slowly collecting the money he needed for his brother's operation. But in the middle of his final fight, sirens shrieked outside and raid police kicked in the doors of the shelter, screaming orders even as the panicked masses fled in terror. No...no...why?

[/color] Damien's mind numbly begged, unable to process the ongoing events. But with a shake of his head, Damien grabbed his duffel bag, got his feet in gear and sprinted for the exit...

...which was already covered in cops.

Swinging the duffel bag full of money at the nearest cop, dollar bills flew like confetti- but something far more sinister flew as well. Packets filled with urban snow flew through the air, causing every dog around to bark in outrage. Cocaine. Oh no. This was a drug bust.

Damien burst into a cold sweat as he ducked into an alcove, desperate to put distance of any kind between himself and the police. Now if only it wasn't a dead end he had run into.

Turning around slowly, Damien raised his fists, unable to quit, and yet out of options. "You idiot- through here! Move!" A voice called out. Willing to do just about anything to escape prison now, Damien spun around, heading deeper into the alcove, discovering a manhole cover. "Fire in the hole~!" The strange man called out in a singsong voice, even as something black flew past Damien's ear. He heard a hissing sound and his eyes watered as an acrid smog choked all the air. Tear Gas! This man used tear gas!

...Still, imagine what effect it would have on the sniffer dogs.

As he ran down the stinking sewer with the man in the pinstripe suit, Damien finally saw the slightest light, signifying their freedom. As once again Damien breathed clean(er) Chicago air, the man reached into his breast pocket and pressed a card into Damien's hand. Nice fighting there, kid. Give us a call. But run first."

Never once stopping for breath (or a shower), Damien ran all the way back home, empty of cash but full of hope. He opened the grimy card, wiping off some of the smudges in order to see the name written there. "Angelo Familia," with a number at the bottom.

A week later, after calling the number, Damien heard the news: his father had finally landed a job- even if it was in Tokyo. What's more, his new boss had offered to place Ryan in the best care possible, and Damien himself had been offered a football scholarship to a prestigious Japanese school himself. Life was finally looking up for the Liers.

But Damien knew the truth. It had been all thanks to that little white card and the man in black.

And so Damien boarded the plane that would take him and his family halfway around the world, determined to meet his savior and return the favor.

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Even in the cold and dark world that is filled with gray,
I swear, I will keep fighting for you

THE POWER THAT COULD CONTROL THE WORLD

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dying will flame ;; Storm Flame.

Box Weapon ;;

Chimera di Inferno ; Hellfire Chimera
Box Animal - Storm Flame
(locked)

Soldier's Stockpile
Box Weapon- Storm Flame
(locked)

weapons and items;;

Stormbringer (locked): A weapon set uniquely molded to suit Damien's erratic fighting style. A pair of gauntlets coat the back of the hands in metal, ending just past the wrist much like boxing gloves, while the greaves, disguised as combat boots, extend halfway up the shin. A false compartment hidden just behind the heel of the boots hides close range, Flame compatible shotguns. Likewise the four short barrels on the knuckles of both gloves promise a similar, just as exquisitely painful surprise. This weapon won its cognem from Damien's furious, unrelenting combat style: when going all out, each blow resounds with the thunder of the heavens.

special attacks ;;

Infernal Ironsides (locked): Throwing his hand out, as if to catch an incoming attack, Damien pumps his storm flames through his Ring, manipulating the flames to spin and form a shield. Upon contact with the outside attack, the Disintegration quality of the Storm flames break down the attack, while the spinning motion keeps the flames in place, forcing them to support each other and strengthen the shield. Due to the nature of the defensive move, it is strongest near the center, and weakest near the edges.

Sleipnir's Sprint (locked): Funneling his Flame through the boots of Stormbringer, Damien dashes towards the opponent at incredible speeds, kicking at the opponent and continuing past in a hit and run. Repeating this 8 times, Damien will finish with an axe kick, maximizing the output of his Dying Will flames as he does so. While powerful, when traveling at such velocity, Damien is unable to stop immediately or change directions, so this technique leaves him prone to counters.

Perfect Predator: Born of his monstrously powerful Dying Will and killing intent, Damien has the ability to flood an area with his Wave Energy, intimidating all those who have the potential to use Dying Will Flames. While not inherently dangerous, this brute force technique can cause fear and trepidation to slow down those with Wave Energy, and force those not possessing a Dying Will to faint. (May be used without a Ring)

Barrelhouse Breakdown (locked): A technique invented to confuse enemies just as much as injure them, Damien throws himself onto his hands, attacking with continuous hurricanes kicks, spewing Dying Will flames as he does so. Springing off his hands, Damien propels himself into the air with his Flames, placing him just above the opponent, heads inches apart as Damien floats through the air, upside down. Latching onto his opponent, Damien will flood his boots with Dying Will Flame once again, flipping the two and throwing the opponent to the ground in an aerial German Suplex. Now a few feet above the opponent, Damien throws himself into a final spin, dropping down on the opponent and slamming his elbow into the unfortunate recipient's stomach. While confusing, the best times to interrupt this move are actually between attacks, when Damien is throwing himself onto his hands, springing off, or hanging in the air. When he starts spinning, it has a similar effect to Infernal Ironsides, deflecting or outright destroying many attacks.

Rock 'n' Roll Riot (locked): Damien's ultimate technique. Focusing for a moment to utilize the more powerful, explosive 'hard' Storm Flames, Damien charges forward, leading with a right straight, following with a gut wrenching left hook to the liver, intended to force the opponent to bow over in pain. Body checking his opponent, Damien buys some room to throw himself onto his hands. Bunching up all his muscles, Damien slams both feet into the opponent's crouched form, using his Storm Flames to rocket them both into the sky. Juggling his opponent in the air, Damien delivers a flurry of blows, Stormbringer roaring out with every strike. Flipping forward, Damien will end the flurry with his beloved axe kick, rocketing the unlucky receiver towards the ground. Finally, Damien will charge up an incredible amount of Storm Flames in his left fist, launching the ensuing sphere of destruction towards the ground, only for it to detonate on contact. While the aerial portion of this attack can and will change, the lead in and final blows are static, allowing for a possible counterattack- or chance to escape.

physical stats ;;

strength ; 10
agility ; 9
wisdom ; 6

flame stats ;;

purity ; 10
control/ability ; 6
strength ; 9

I am the sword that leaps from the sheath; I am the lance that charges of its own accord.
My will is mine alone, reforged as a weapon
to strike down all those who would dare oppose.

BEFORE WE CLOSE

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extra ;;
-Damien has never had any formal training in a martial art. However, he has developed his own, savage fighting style from countless fights on the street. Perhaps the most frightening thing of this is the resulting freedom and unpredictable movements Damien is wont to perform.

-He will never be seen without his beloved black and green headphones, either on his head or casually resting upon his neck.

For someone else's sake, what can I possibly do?
I shall make men kneel and armies bow
For none shall stand against those I cherish.

THE DEMON UNDER THE MASK

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face claim;

[b]Beelzebub[/b] - Hidetora, Toujou- [i]Damien Lier[/i]

Even if my eyes begin to lose all of their light
Even if my tongue loses its taste for this world
I shall forge onward, all for the sake of tomorrow.

A TASTE OF YOUR SKILL

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role play sample ;;

"Hike!"

Damien roared, the center flicking the ball into his awaiting chest. Cradling the football, Damien dropped back, his fingers curling around the laces as sweat stung his eyes. Covering the end of the football that pointed to the field before him, like a cannon shielding its ammunition, Damien whipped his head back and forth, trying to spy a familiar target through the restrictive visor of his helmet. Muttering a garbled curse through his mouth guard, he ducked forward to avoid a defender that had somehow gotten through his line.

The time echoed in his head like the booming voice of God. Five seconds...four...[/color] Thought Damien, though all too quickly the time caught up to him. The remaining three defenders had broken through his lineman, and Damien's heart raced even as time seemed to slow to a crawl. Reaching out, Damien delivered a powerful bear slap to the leftmost defender, using the resulting momentum to spin, outstripping the previous blitzer that had snuck up from behind.

Damien felt the turf below his feet tear as his incredible mass dug into the earth, seeking traction to escape from the death trap behind him. His shoulderpads clanking and grinding against each other with the effort, Damien quickly built up momentum into a full-blown sprint, now desperate for a pass target. His breath resounding in his ears, eyes widening as he saw his target, Damien crossed his feet and swayed his mass well onto his back leg. Rearing his arm back, he clutched at the ball as if to choke it, bunched all his muscles, and fired forward in a single motion, roaring in triumph as he did so.

The football soared through the heavens even as the timer buzzed to zero, scything through the air even as Damien's friend Marcus dashed towards the endzone. With a herculean bound, Marcus flew forward, a single arm outstretched to the utmost. Catching it on his fingertips, Marcus coaxed the ball towards his loving embrace even as his shoulders slammed into the ground, flailing legs knocking over the endzone markers. A deathly hush descended upon the arena, every eye upon the zebra on the field. The noise built in a guttural crescendo as the referee raised his hands to the sky, signaling a touchdown.

The crowd roared in exultation and stormed the field, mobbing the kneeling Damien. Ripping his helmet off, breathing in deeply, he roared his defiance to the skies, the recent raindrops pinging off his plastic armor to no avail. Soaked, Damien sauntered with the rest of his team to the changing room, seeking shelter from the rain.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Striding outside, hood protecting him from the rain, Damien laughed with his friends even as they hurried to the nearest restaurant to celebrate their victory. But even in the midst of such revelries, Damien couldn't help but notice the ominous men in black suits, seemingly unaffected by the rain. "Ah, hey, I just remembered that I left something in the locker room. You guys go ahead- I'll be sure to catch up. Y'all better save me a seat!" Damien called out, even as he began jogging back towards the gridiron. The three men caught up with him well before then.

"Hello there, Mr. Lier. So nice to see you again. We just had a few things we need to... discuss with you." The second man, obviously more volatile, immediately jumped into Damien's face, his own livid with rage. "What the hell do you think you're doing? You were supposed to throw that fight, you moron! I'll have your balls for that!" Damien heard the ominous shck of a switchblade knife- a familiar sound to anyone who spent enough time in the Chicago streets. "Mr. Church, calm down. But even so, we were promised that you would lose the championship. Care to elaborate on the change of plans?" He raised an inquisitive eyebrow. Damien could only shake his head and shrug his shoulders. "I know what I was told, but... I can't. I just can't quit like that. I would rather die.

"Oh, really? 'Cause I really got a hankering just to do that. I'll gut you, then send a couple fingers to your family. Hell, I might even send the head, just to drive home the message." Seeing no reaction from Damien, Church decided to dig deeper. "Oh, hey. What about I go pay a visit to your family myself? Maybe check out how your broth-" He got no further before Damien sprang into action.

His knee rising to meet Church's groin, Damien grabbed the hand wielding the knife, spun, and savagely lashed out at the elbow, breaking the arm. As Church dropped the knife, Damien kicked it away, the steel skitting away on the asphalt. Driving his heel into Church's back, Damien sent him to the floor, spinning to face the other two. Settling into a boxer's stance, Damien danced between the two, ducking a poorly thrown blow or two before striking.

Throwing two right jabs to distract the silent muscle, Damien whipped his leg around to strike the apparent leader in the head, driving his heel into the man's temple. This threat temporarily pacified, Damien turned his attentions back to the man as large as himself. Skipping back to avoid an awkwardly thrown haymaker, Damien dashed into the other man's chest, throwing him off balance. Dropping low, Damien slammed his fists into the gorilla's stomach a few times before driving the man into his knee. A violent uppercut to the chin and a left cross left the man missing much of his tongue and cross-eyed. Returning to the leader, Damien gracefully bounded forward, loading his weight and delivering a low kick that sent the crawling man sprawling to his back.

"Ya know, you really only have yourselves to blame. I was gonna let y'all go until that bigmouth was stupid enough to threaten my brother." He said casually, the slightest quickening of his breath the sole indication of the previous altercation. Damien slowly strode over to where he had kicked the knife, picking it up. He hefted it, testing the weight. "You were dead from that point on." The leader began visibly shaking.

"N-now, let's be civil here. Church was a damn fool, I grant you that, but he wouldn't follow through, I know. Can't you overlook it?" Damien was silent as he cracked his knuckles and rolled his neck, far more frightening than if he had spoken. "Oh, come on! What about a messenger? I can speak on your behalf, make sure that no one ever messes with you or your family again. Deal?" Damien shook his head slowly as he advanced on the desperate man. "No need. Your bodies will serve as message enough. Say hello to God for me." The leader began to scream, trying to escape.

shck!

Silence ruled the night.

Even when my hand loses all of its strength and I can't fight,
I'll show you, I'll prove you right.
Somehow.

IN CLOSING

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I, Dream Eater, promise to follow all of the rules stated by the admin of this site. I will respect all members. And I understand that all of my actions on this site will have a consequence, whether good or bad.

All of these colors seem to envelop everything
Because all of everyone's wishes are in these colors, I'll paint with them

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[Cecoil]

Alright, hello, thanks for waiting :D I'm Cecoil, and I'll be checking over your app.

So, this is pretty much perfect, haha. I like how you put your own spin on the lyrics, I like the way in which you write, and I like how absolutely sweet yet dangerous Damien is. It's gonna be a real shame that he has to join the Angelo, haha. Haha, I just wanna be his friend, is that too much to ask? lol But, anyways, fantastic job, Dream Eater. It's great to see other people starting out not in the mafia.

Anyways, as you've applied for the Storm Guardian position of the Angelo, you'll need to PM Sky, letting him know. Sometimes he gives a test or whatever and sometimes he doesn't. I really don't know what goes on over in that part of the site, since it's more his domain.

EXPERIENCE POINTS : 2,000

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