Thread: War of the Empires
Name: Damien Yurik
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: Chopped, shorter black hair falling into his eyes, slightly passing his ears, and touching the collar of his shirt. His eyes are a mixture of brown and a darker sea green. His right eye has a scar running from the top of his eyelid to just beneath his eye. His skin is naturally light with a hint of tan, and he's tall, fairly muscular but it's mainly arm strength. In all his appearance can be explained as rugged and dirty with his strong jaw structure, wider nose, thick eyebrows, and a stubble of a beard.
Personality: He's not afraid to speak his mind and can come across as being too forward with a twisted, sarcastic humor. He's more for common sense and the art of survival than intelligence and logic, which would explain his immediate distrust to everyone around him and his unkindness. He cares about no one, but himself and only looks for life in that. Lives for the day and acts as though it is his last with his risky maneuver and constant extreme of the way he does things or sounds. Has no qualms in laughing or smiling, but does it cynically or richly, never happily. He has no mercy for the weak, but no respect for the strong; he believes life is survival and those who survive have earned in on their own with pure luck and not by their strengths or weaknesses. Stubborn, insulting, and courageous. He can be highly disapproving of things, and scolds if they aren't done 'correctly'.
Background: As far as he knows he just was; a child abandoned like so many others in his time. An old woman took him in whom he referred to as 'Auntie'. She was one of the few people in his childhood that was kind to him, until she eventually died leaving Damien alone and to fend for himself at age nine. Having no money and being too young, Damien left the home and became a homeless beggar. He resorted to being like so many other children - thieves and criminals who would do anything for a scrap of food to curve their starving belly. During these years he built his strength, keen senses, and all around the art of survival and thievery. His agility was at its peek and could run at such a speed he was considered uncatchable, his stealth was thriving and he could enter a house and leave without anyone knowing he was there, and he was skilled with the blade though usually his only weapons were daggers or knives. He had entirely dismissed all the 'good' Auntie had taught him over the years of his childhood and resorted to hatred, cheating, lying, and stealing.
He lived that life for years, outrunning those that tried to catch him and building his own comrad team in a band of outlaws, up until the age of twenty-five when he was finally captured by the Imperial Army after a risky attempt. He was no more than a prisoner, rotting away in a cell, when he attempted another risky maneuver, but this time it was to escape. The Imperial Army became more interested in Damien when he almost succeeded in his escape plan from their prison and offered him a proposition - if he would stay and work for the Empire, using his strong attributes to defeat the Dominion, then he would be considered a free man, however, he would have to work and pledge his allegience to them. In a matter of selfish thinking and oversight, Damien agreed as a way to get himself out of prison, but nothing else. His allegience is to no one except to himself and he proves this daily by being rebellious in his own way and spending his time planning his next move.
Abilites/Strengths: Damien is a fighter with his words and actions, able to bring even the highest scholar stuttering under his boot, and giving the mightiest warrior a hard time in battle. He's quick and light on his feet; able to disappear and reappear in a blink of an eye as well as dodge and outrun fairly easily. He can pick locks and codes, and although it may take him awhile, he excells in the area.
Name: Damien Yurik
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: Chopped, shorter black hair falling into his eyes, slightly passing his ears, and touching the collar of his shirt. His eyes are a mixture of brown and a darker sea green. His right eye has a scar running from the top of his eyelid to just beneath his eye. His skin is naturally light with a hint of tan, and he's tall, fairly muscular but it's mainly arm strength. In all his appearance can be explained as rugged and dirty with his strong jaw structure, wider nose, thick eyebrows, and a stubble of a beard.
Personality: He's not afraid to speak his mind and can come across as being too forward with a twisted, sarcastic humor. He's more for common sense and the art of survival than intelligence and logic, which would explain his immediate distrust to everyone around him and his unkindness. He cares about no one, but himself and only looks for life in that. Lives for the day and acts as though it is his last with his risky maneuver and constant extreme of the way he does things or sounds. Has no qualms in laughing or smiling, but does it cynically or richly, never happily. He has no mercy for the weak, but no respect for the strong; he believes life is survival and those who survive have earned in on their own with pure luck and not by their strengths or weaknesses. Stubborn, insulting, and courageous. He can be highly disapproving of things, and scolds if they aren't done 'correctly'.
Background: As far as he knows he just was; a child abandoned like so many others in his time. An old woman took him in whom he referred to as 'Auntie'. She was one of the few people in his childhood that was kind to him, until she eventually died leaving Damien alone and to fend for himself at age nine. Having no money and being too young, Damien left the home and became a homeless beggar. He resorted to being like so many other children - thieves and criminals who would do anything for a scrap of food to curve their starving belly. During these years he built his strength, keen senses, and all around the art of survival and thievery. His agility was at its peek and could run at such a speed he was considered uncatchable, his stealth was thriving and he could enter a house and leave without anyone knowing he was there, and he was skilled with the blade though usually his only weapons were daggers or knives. He had entirely dismissed all the 'good' Auntie had taught him over the years of his childhood and resorted to hatred, cheating, lying, and stealing.
He lived that life for years, outrunning those that tried to catch him and building his own comrad team in a band of outlaws, up until the age of twenty-five when he was finally captured by the Imperial Army after a risky attempt. He was no more than a prisoner, rotting away in a cell, when he attempted another risky maneuver, but this time it was to escape. The Imperial Army became more interested in Damien when he almost succeeded in his escape plan from their prison and offered him a proposition - if he would stay and work for the Empire, using his strong attributes to defeat the Dominion, then he would be considered a free man, however, he would have to work and pledge his allegience to them. In a matter of selfish thinking and oversight, Damien agreed as a way to get himself out of prison, but nothing else. His allegience is to no one except to himself and he proves this daily by being rebellious in his own way and spending his time planning his next move.
Abilites/Strengths: Damien is a fighter with his words and actions, able to bring even the highest scholar stuttering under his boot, and giving the mightiest warrior a hard time in battle. He's quick and light on his feet; able to disappear and reappear in a blink of an eye as well as dodge and outrun fairly easily. He can pick locks and codes, and although it may take him awhile, he excells in the area.
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