Name
Damen Avar Ostana

Age
21

Sex
Male

Gender
Male
^>He/him

Personality
Damen doesn't have a care in the world. Being already young, he's obtained quite a reckless life within his younger years and is always looking for a way to create chaos, small or big. The idea of it is because the man is an adrenaline junky, always looking for something exciting to do and stir up some drama. Damen has been known for his rebellious acts but still staying within the set rules of something. This causes him to not only get in trouble regardless if he follows the rules, but also make a bigger name for himself. Some may call him power-hungry, but Damen just doesn't really take anything seriously. Most tend to just call him immature, but Damen could really care less.

Damen is quite the smartass. With constant comments to almost anything anyone says and some looks that he manages to give to others, most just hate his guts. His reputation is seriously built off this, and he's been known to just speak in sarcasm like it's a language of his. He has a tendency to make everyone around him pissed off, which he doesn't intend to do but he finds in entertaining. Damen doesn't really understand the whole relationship thing either, so even if it's romantic or not, he won't take it serious. Damen believes that everyone is just here for their time and then everyone dies, so why take life so serious?

Despite him being quite the rebel, there are some times where Damen will in fact be serious. This could be due to certain reasons, but he almost always becomes serious if you're a girl he likes being around. Damen doesn't let people in so easily, so this more 'human' side of him is quite uncommon to see. He will become more honest (not that he is a liar, he just never really says anything that is 'true' as it is all jokes to him), open, and maybe a tad more soft but nothing crazy.

Damen doesn't show his true emotions. Mainly hidden by his stubbornness and anger, Damen's true emotions mainly come out to play while he is alone. He doesn't really express them then, but he hates showing his emotions because he doesn't understand them. He can still be a shoulder to cry on regardless, but talking about feelings or something like that makes him uncomfortable. Damen does try his best (while being serious) to be as understandable as possible, but sometimes it just doesn't work at all and he has a tendency to make jokes out of it, but not to be offensive. Damen only really relates to things that he's felt or endured, but he still tries his best.

Damen is a hard-worker. He won't stop until he drops and is constantly working as much as he can. He hates being told no, and this is where his stubbornness takes place. He becomes an even bigger asshole most of the time, and Damen is always in need of expressing his anger or other feelings. By then, he will become more reserved if you have managed to push his buttons, which isn't hard to do. Say one wrong thing to the young man and you just might disappear.

The only people Damen really do care about his is family. He never really had a stable relationship, and was known in high school for jumping around with girls. He still sticks to that to this day, but has learned that it isn't good and isn't as big of a player anymore. Damen has grown to become more loyal and protective of those he cares about and perhaps likes, but he is always unsure of how to show he cares. You know that you have made an impact on Damen's life though if you see him break down or when he is actually serious and being sincere. That's quite uncommon though, even if he does like you.

Strengths
Damen, although a rather reckless boy, is quite honest and would never lie, unless it were to be to protect someone very close to him. He has no true boundaries, making him rather open and available in most cases (if he likes you, that is. Cannot guarantee the same treatment for everyone). He's a hard worker with a good work ethic, always trying to be as proficient as possible.

Weaknesses
The biggest weakness of his has to be how easy it is for him to cave in while alone as he constantly hides his true emotions. This makes him come off as someone he really isn't. He's stubborn and sometimes a bit blinded by how bad he wants to do something by himself when he knows he should or needs to get help for something.

Appearance
Damen stands at six foot evenly, inheriting his father's height. He resembles his mother mainly though, having more defined features than his father did and more like his mother. His build is quite average with some defined muscles like his biceps and back muscles. He has broader shoulders, making him look quite intimidating. Damen has average-sized hands with some obvious veins and short, picked at fingernails that are round in shape. His hands are quite rough from working and calloused. He has a longer torso, just like most in his family and it's quite hard to find good-fitting clothing sometimes because of this. Damen has muscles legs, but that's just because he's fit (most of his strength is from is upper-body anyways).

As stated already, Damen had inherited his mother's looks and resembles her a lot. Not only in the more fit body shape, but also his defining features, which is mainly his jawline that is formed by his ovular shaped head. He is more defined than his sister, Neith, who has the more softer features that his father had. Anyways, Damen has a slim-looking face, his defined jawbones making them look even more slimmer. His chin is more squared-off than it is rounded off, leaving him with an even more slim look. Damen has more narrow eyebrows that are a lighter shade of brown than his hair, and have a slight angle towards the end of them. About half an inch down sits his green eyes, and below them are his heavy begs. They are more darker on the outside, and towards the pupil they are lighter and are quite striking. They are rimmed with dark and short eyelashes that have the slightest curl upwards. His nose is qutie small, slightly curved as he had broken it at a young age. He has a thin top lip, his bottom being a nit larger.
^{~In Neith's form it says that she inherited her mother's eyes, but she just got the shape. ^^}

Damen has a full head of hair that is a dark brown, most darkest towards his roots. He has long and messy curls, some of which (especially in the front) fall onto his forehead and curl out against and also sorta fall onto his smaller ears. The back curls against his neck, and his hair is normally frizzy and unkempt. He very rarely gets a haircut, so the occasional trim is all he'll go to make it look more presentable.

Damen likes to keep a clean-shaven face, but can in fact grow facial hair but it is normally quite patchy. He can be found wearing a simple tank-top with a plaid flannel on top and baggy jeans, or sometimes just a t-shirt and sweatpants or maybe shorts. Damen wears a silver chain that is thin and a couple of rings on each hand. His left hand has a small silver band on the pinky and his middle finger is a snake ring. On Damen's right hand, he has a wrap-around gold ring on his thumb and two on his middle finger; both are silver, the top one being a bit thinner than the bottom one so it fits on his knuckle. The top one is quite bland, but on the inside of the ring are his initials which was a gift from his mother. The second one appears as if it is almost 'braided'.

Attire
Anything he finds comfortable, basically.

Accessories
Described in appearance.

Relatives
Neith Elaine Nesryn Ostana - Older sister, unknown whereabouts
Damen Edward Ostana - Twin brother, presumably dead

Significant Other
Open

Offspring
Open

History
Raised poor, Damen, alongside his twin brother and his older sister, Damen had Dorian (his twin) managed to make money by stealing from the wealthy when they both just turned 14. They would steal the most valuable objects, some even considered sacred, as they invested in finding different treasures that those had already owned. They would pawn their objects at high- reputation pawn shops around town. By the time Damen and Dorian had turned 17, Neith had already moved out and their mother still needed as much help as possible.

Upon working normal and of course legal jobs, Damen had fell out of the whole thieving world until Dorian came to him with a job that would require the best skill, in which in this case, Damen had been considered a pretty damn good thief. He would accept the job, and along came another four years of stealing until his brother would end up presumably dead as they ran from the cops.

Damen still hasn't been caught, but as he also looks for his brother, he steals from those who are wealthy in order to make his own money and still help out his mother.

Other
His role is the thief.

There it was. For the second time. For the third time. The blaring alarm emitting from the vibrating phone on the nightstand next to the bed caused a tired Damen to simply role over onto his side and plug his ears with his pillow as he groaned. He rolled his eyes, only to finally roll back over and allow himself to disable the alarm. His eyes scanned his phone, only to see one message from an old friend of his.

Damen sat up, holding his phone in both hands as he unlocked it. He tapped on the message icon, opening the conversation. He scoffed slightly, reading the message.

Long time no see, yeah? Well, good news for you, I've got a job for you. Meet at the cafe at 9. See you there, brother.


Markus was the man whom had texted Damen. Markus was a childhood best friend, getting into this whole job - which was illegal, mind you - just because of Damen. The two were inseparable since childhood, practically birth if you really thought about it. Damen had never been more happier to see a text from this man. Damen took a moment to check the time, seeing it was 8:30 am. He might as well get off his ass, huh?

Which he did do, by scrambling out of bed and getting dressed into a rather casual outfit. Fall was around the corner, which meant more cold weather. He could do chilly, but not cold, which led to him just wearing his regular - baggy jeans, a shirt, heavy-ish flannel, and his boots. Damen would get ready by brushing his teeth, doing some sort of thing with his messy hair, and was already out the door in an instant.

Damen made his way towards the local cafe, in which he could spot Markus already seated in a booth with two coffees, steaming as they were newly made in the pot. He couldn't help but smile, as this was the first time the two had met up in about three years. Markus had been away dealing with his own jobs, and only recently made his way back home here, in which the two made great memories from their rather questionable high school years.

Entering, Markus stood up from the booth and the two embraced each other. "You are still one smug looking kid, you know that Ostana?" Markus said with a bright smile, followed by a slight chuckle.

"Ah, I least I still look like the sort of guy all the girls want," he teased, sitting down as Markus did shortly after. "So how have you been?" He asked.

"I've been great, man. Recently found a big job, and I thought maybe you could take this one. I mean, I've been having all sorts of fun. Went to Rome, Italy, Europe, some islands. Man, you should've been there. You would've loved it," Markus replied, sipping on his coffee as Damen nodded and went on to explain himself as well.

"That's dope, dude. I probably would've loved it. Meet any hot girls?" Damen teased yet again. Markus chuckled.

"Saw a lot of 'em, didn't meet many. I'm actually tied down now," Markus said, raising his left hand to allow Damen to see the silver ring on his ring finger. Damen raised his eyebrows, only to smile yet again.

"Congrats! I'm sure she's lucky," Damen smiled, only to find himself thinking about this job, which he would bring up. "So this job - who, what, when, and how?"

"Ah, you're invested aren't you?" Markus leaned forward. "Well, we got a wealthy family - the Vieyras. The dad is, pfft, he has more money and valuable things than you could imagine. Anyways, they own a lot of what we like. You know, treasure," Markus informed Damen.

Damen nodded. "Got the address?" He questioned.

Markus nodded. "I'll text it to you. The best time would be to do it as soon as possible. Word is that there's some business trip that required the entire family to go," Markus stated. Damen looked around for a moment before he nodded once more.

"Got it,"

The two would continue to discuss and catch up about their lives. Markus would discuss his wife, Pam, while Damen would ask questions regarding the wedding and speak about his own mother.

Man did Damen miss Markus.

(Hope this works!)

Damen had let the time pass, and while it was, he was found back at his apartment, doing research for this new job Markus had found for him. First of all, this house was huge - larger than he had expected, though he figured that's sorta what to infer with the rich - expect the unexpected. He huffed slightly, deciding to look up who owned the place.

A Stavros Vierya, a man who had practically built an empire with his family. A deceased wife, a step-mother for the clan of kids he was raising or that were already out of the house. But why was the family gone? Damen couldn't manage to find any information on that, but he concluded that Markus was right - it had to just be some family business. Besides, if the house was empty, there was nothing to worry about.

Besides security. That was the one thing that never properly crossed Damen's mind. What was he supposed to about the security? It would he a hassle, but he could question Markus, considering he was the one who proposed this job to him. Damen shrugged, pulling out his phone, and shot a quick text just asking what to do about the security system.

And to his surprise, and perhaps luck, that was already figured out. It had been disabled the night before, late within the night, so there wasn't much to worry about considering the family was gone. Damen could assume there might be someone watching the house - a maid or someone, but what's a little lying going to hurt? It was probably a woman who was underpaid anyways, and Damen would know a lot about that.

Hopefully this job would prove that Damen was worth more than the fourteen bucks an hour he could earn at a regular, legal, job. Illegal jobs, such as breaking and entering, alongside theft, were more dangerous, he considered them to be way more profitable in the end. Selling these things to rich buyers in Europe? Best choice Damen ever made, although in most cases, he would just pawn certain items and get a decent buck for them.

Damen shut the lid to his laptop before he got ready. He would go ahead and grab a pair of gloves, cause he could never be too sure. They were nice, thick leather gloves, which would do the job of covering his prints if it came down to it, which he doubted it would - Markus was always a very reassuring, diligent worker. Damen gathered a few other things - a lock pick, especially, along with his jacket and boots. He stuffed the gloves into his back pocket.

Damen left his apartment to go to the Vierya house, in which he would depart at a time just before dark, and when he would arrive, it would be dark enough. He was too excited not to leave right away, otherwise he would be doing this job sometime later in the night, normally between two to three am, but hey, curiosity killed the cat, right?

Damen looked down at his phone, looking back up again to check the address. Here he was - the Vierya house. Mansion, to say the least, but it was for sure a sight to see. Especially comparing to where Damen lived... Damn, he thought, slipping his phone into his pocket before making his way into the house.

After managing to climb over the gate, he made his way around the house. Markus told him there would be a way into the house on the second floor - an open window, one that would lead him into a room filled with shit the family didn't need or use - a storage room, to say the least. Damen managed to climb his way up, carefully placing each foot on the edges of the building and his fingertips would feel around before he actually pulled himself up.

Damen found the ledge that was attached to the window, in which was unlocked, not open. Considering the light was off, Damen couldn't see jack inside of the building. I really hope this is the right room, Damen muttered under his breath before opening it, and he slipped into carefully, placing his feet gently on the floor.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a figure - another man, and this caught Damen off guard. He stopped in his tracks instantly.

"Oh fuck me."