Dameon Cormac

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Dameon Cormac;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: David
Age: 18
Years of Rping: 3 off and on.
Contact: PM me for AIM and what not.

ID Tag;;

Alias: Dameon, D.C., Mac, D
Name: Dameon Cormac
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Age: 24
Species: Human
Job: Merc, Bartender/Assistant
Religious Affiliation: None

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Marksman
2. Sly
3. Independent

Summary:
Dameon used to have a good life until he was forced to live on the streets at a young age. He had to learn how to live on his own, scrounging for food and money. He became very street savvy learning to steal and how to defend himself, and as he became older, found himself in various groups or gangs where he learned his ways with the weapons. He stays physically fit and keeps his skills fine tuned but ultimately still doesn't have a place to call home. He moves from place to place but has found a permanent job assisting at a bar during the nights. As for a little side pay, he offers his services as a mercenary in trade for money, not all his jobs involve killing however.

Weakness:
1. Excessive drinking.
2. Money
3. Always finding trouble.

Summary:
Dameon is, at the least, a trouble maker. He is very independent but this only fuels his thoughts of not having to obey some of the laws. His life is based on money, which he makes by doing things that most likely aren't legal anyway, and alcohol. He will do just about anything for a quick buck or a drink, especially if it involves a pretty lady. He manages to escape from trouble most of the time. He has rarely gotten caught. The few times he did however, left a few permanent scars to remind him of his mistakes.

Appearance;;

Looks: Mid 20's
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Deep green, easy to get lost in.
Height: About 5'10''
Marks: None on the outside of his body, long scars going from his right shoulder down his side that look like whip or

thrashing marks.
Race: White
Skin Tone: Light Tan
Body Type: Very Athletic
Clothing Style: Jeans with a short-sleeved shirt underneath an unzipped leather jacket.
Footwear: Normally boots that go underneath his jeans.

Summary:
Dameon usually likes to stay casual to avoid having excess attention drawn to himself. He keeps a low profile but wears clothes that he can maneuver in quickly. He is generally hiding things just about all the time so his clothing is loose. He quite often keeps a knife hidden somewhere on his boot line, a firearm underneath his jacket, and possibly a bottle of some form of liquor inside a jacket pocket in a small flask of some sort. He hates wearing hats and will usually never be found wearing any type of headgear unless the job specifically calls for it.

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Watching People
2. Taking dangerous jobs.
3. Relaxing with some form of alcoholic beverage.

Dislikes:
1. Annoying people that pry into his personal life.
2. Anyone who asks too many questions.
3. Other people that are just as sly as him, he is too competitive for that.

Flaws:
1. Very Competitive nature.
2. Persuaded easily with the right material.
3. Too involved in his work sometimes and can be caught off guard easily.

Summary:
Dameon likes taking on various challenges which he calls jobs. He is always in it for the money and makes a living off of it. Sometimes things get in the way of him completing his job. Whenever he crosses certain people of the nosy type, it boils his blood. He loathes these kind of people, he thinks that if he keeps to himself than the rest of the world should either do the same, or at least stay out of his business. He rarely speaks to anyone else, that is unless he is trying to have fun with them in a mocking manner for shits and giggles. He likes getting people steamed up and basically screwing with them.

Background Check;;

Family Members:None that he knows are still alive.
History:
Dameon had a great life as a kid. His parents were fairly wealthy and he attended a great school in a good part of town. Then something happened that tore his life to shit. It all happened in the span of one night. First of all his parents got into an argument. He doesn't know what it was about, he can barely remember anything. All of a sudden a few people made a unexpected visit. Being the good boy he was he went to his room.

Shouting came from below, about money, and other things he had not yet experienced or heard of. Lycans, vampires, monsters of the sort, he had no idea to explain what he was hearing. All he can remember from that point on was ending up on the street somehow in some part of town he did not recognize. He ran for hours trying to find his way back home, only to get even more lost. His head throbbed and he was bleeding down his side. Flashes of the night come to him occasionally, like his trip down the stairs, seeing his parents mauled by some monster that set out after him. That's probably where his scars came from, they did look like scratches from some beast, but he plays them off as some kind of rope accident or whatever he can make up off the top of his head.

Through the next couple of years Dameon experienced what life was like out on the streets, alone. He scavenged for food and money, asking people for help, crawling into dumpsters and living in the subway...but all too politely. Around the age of 14 he had giving up on being nice and began to steal from people. He stole jewelry and pick-pocketed to find things to pawn off. This was how he made his living, the more he stole, the more he was fed. This is where he learned his sly, sneaky skills and learned how to become an expert sweet talker. Others soon began to catch onto some of his skills and eventually he was taken in by groups of kids like him here and there. They worked in groups, which hindered his style since he had worked alone for so many years. These groups never lasted but each new one grew on him and he gained valuable experience from each one he was with. He didn't leave every group on a good note however. In some cases he was forced out, picked up by another or just left to fend for his own self. This style of life continued until he was roughly about the age of 19 where he was picked up by one last human clan that worked behind the scenes as a major mercenary group. He spent time training and learning various skills which enhanced some of the ones he had already acquired. This went on, under the scene until the faction was busted by the authorities, and once again, at the age of 23 he managed to escape, only to find himself back in the same situation as he was before. Alone. He kind of liked it this way though, and vowed to never work with anyone else again.

He now lives alone, wherever he can find a roof over his head. Sometimes, if the work is going well, he manages to hold an apartment. Most of the time he just finds abandoned buildings or sneaks into various places to settle for the night. He is rarely in the same place for multiple nights in a row.

Code Word:
'i hAve read the rules

Distractable Skills;;

It was a cold night. The moon was shining at it's brightest trying to unveil every nook and cranny of the outside world. The street was busy, cars sped up and slowed down as the luminous lights varied from their fluorescent green, easy on the eyes, to a halting red. People walked along the sidewalks and across the streets, some walking fast with a purpose and others enjoying their night out. It was a Friday and the air was not yet filled with the drunken stench of alcoholics that would soon come in early hours of the next morning. All this hustle and bustle was going on but none of it affected Dameon for he was alone, as usual, in a run down building that was scheduled for demolition in the next few weeks. He sat high up and looked out one of the shattered windows below. The wind was blowing a slight breeze which chilled the back of his neck, making him draw his coat tight and close around his body. He would have to get ready to go soon, he would be needed at the bar to assist with the drunks and handing out drinks...but mostly with cleaning up the scum who ended up drinking much more than their body could handle. It wasn't the best job, but it allowed for free drinks at the end, and he couldn't pass this up, as well as a few dollars in tips that he was allowed to have. It was just another simple boring night, until something caught his eye. A strange figure who he had never seen before was walking into his bar. The bar was a small one and usually nobody new ever came in, just the regulars, but this was different, interesting. Probably just someone looking for a drink but at least it was a change in the dull scene for the night, he might actually have a little fun tonight. He stepped away from the window and began to head down the stairs where his bar awaited him, and this new customer.

Alright history fixed, hopefully it is sufficient.

[Isi Runasimi]

Sorry before I read is there anyway you can clump them into paragraphs? I find it frustrating to read.

Sorry can you add more onto the history please. What made this boy take a job like a hitman. I just can't see him as one. But if you don't care to explain that it's fine, I just need something more of him living alone, you've explained the beginning of his history as a boy but not the rest. ;; Also can you put your characters first and last name where it says "Character Name;;" up at top.

[Isi Runasimi]

Accepted, just remember that each rp post needs to be 2 paragraphs, not one larger one.