Name:
Damon Adalwin
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Age:
Twenty - Eight
Role (If not counselor or medic, just put camper):
Counselor
Godly parent:
Ares
Powers inherited from godly parent:
Supernatural Physique: Damon's body is simply more capable than most.
He has immense strength and incredible speed and stamina. Suprisingly or maybe not... His body is naturally durable, his skin comparable to that of chainmail, paired with a rather mild healing factor.
Magic Items: He carries three Magic Items gifted to him by his Father.
Vanguard: A blessed zweihänder capable of cutting anything. It glows a strange red aura, which burns anyone who touches it aside from its owner. A weapon built for dueling single targets and dishing large amounts of damage
Sentry: A blessed pair of leather gloves that essentially act as shields. Very powerful shields. Upon getting into a Boxer's Stance, these leather gloves create an energy shield around his person, blocking all forms of physical attacks. Using Sentry, he is unable to move as it will drop the sheild.
Rascal: A burgundy cloak not to dissimilar to the capes of the Spartans. The Cloak is blessed to allow better mobility and stealth. If Damon leaps into the air, if he wills it so, he can leap once more; A Magic Double Jump Cloak. The Cloak has a second ability which is removing sound, muffling footsteps and breathing. He could easily sneak about if he desired... But why the hell would he do that?
TL;DR: He is built different and will rip off your knee caps whilst double jumping.
Personality:
Damon... I guess you can say he is the type who never really grew up. He is a very playful man, often spewing a jest or two for good measure even if it only makes sense to him. He seems to have no social awareness in that regard. Simply acting in the moment, doing what he pleases because he thinks it's the right thing or he would just find amusement in it. Damon is an emotional person, the type who lives in the moment and forgets the consequences, maybe that's a bit of his Father's reckless nature coming through.
"...We are here for a good time, not a long time...".
Around the Camp its often discussed that it is rather odd that one of the most irresponsible campers was made a counselor, maybe it was just because of seniority? But seriously, Damon knows he isn't really qualified for the job... He is no Natural Born Leader, just a Man doing what he can. Hell, he can't even boil water right, let alone assist numerous people in their lives when a problem arises...
"... I barely even know what's happening half the time".
Still, he tries his best. He does his utmost to treat everyone fairly, no favoritism. Damon knows that honesty is something he can't shy from either. Oh yeah, and no taking bribes! Damon is very watchful of his peers, especially the younger ones... Being a Demigod is dangerous. While not the best at personal advice, he does his best to help train up the newbies. Expect nonstop teasing, all in good faith of course!
Fighting is more his style. It is akin to a dance or a game. Both sides competing for dominance, the emotion, the adrenaline. The conversations two individuals can share just through their fists and expressions, no words. He can't screw it up with his big mouth... It just so envigorating!
Unlike the War God whom he shares blood with, Damon isn't a very aggressive person. Yes, he enjoys a spar every now and then but he'd never go out of his way to harm anyone maliciously. He just sees no point in such thing. Damon understands violence.
His Father is a God of Violence, it is in his very nature to understand the reasons why someone would fight. It is as if he were an empath of sorts... He just can't bring himself to cut down people's beliefs and ideals, so long as they do not pose a threat to someone else that is...
TL;DR: An airheaded older brother figure who just wants to do his best.
Appearance:
Standing at 5'10, his build is stocky and brawlic. Damon has broad shoulders and is well muscled. He feels a little self conscious about his height, but what is he to do about it? Get bone transplants? Not a damn chance, no scalpels near him please.
His skin is fair with a light tan from occasionally training. His eyes are a light brown, nearly orange or amber in color, and they hold a carefree manner about them that seems so free and unbothered by anything and everything. His features are angular, with high cheek bones and thin lips. His hair is a coppery red color, swept back with what can only be described as a LOT of hair product, and down upon his jaw is a thick stubble of similar color.
His attire normally a white t-shirt underneath a roughed up black wool sweater. On top is the cloak, Rascal, which is burgundy in color with gold embroidery along the trim. Damon rolls up his sleeves to the elbow wearing the, Sentry, gloves. Simple black leather gloves with an exit hole for the pointer fingers. He wears simple grey jeans and black leather cowboy boots which he believes fit nicely with his gloves.
Strapped to his back in the sword, Vanguard.
Strengths:
He is incredibly brave, having literally no qualms walking into a life and death situation.
Damon is a skilled fighter with many tricks up his sleeve.
He is very optimistic for the most part.
Damon is a very unpredictable person.
Weaknesses:
His tricks are limited, if someone were to figure out his abilities many of them are easy to counter.
Damon is not the smartest man in the room, and he will admit it. He doesn't care. That just means you are a nerd!
Like his Father, Damon is reckless. He simply acts without planning or prior thought.
He has a sweet tooth, he is probably willing to barter anything if sweets are on the line.
Crush*:
None currently.
Family*:
There is his Father, Ares. The Old Man has been an odd topic. He hasn't outright abandoned him, but he isn't very present in his life... He's never even seen him before, matter of fact. There is small moments, brief mental conversations every once in a while... Then there is his gifts. He thinks of it like his Dad is away on buisness. Very long term buisness.
His Mother passed away during Childbirth so he knows nothing about her, but he has gotten over it. Growing up as an orphan never is a wonderful thing, there's always the hint of tragedy...
Any half siblings he might possess...
Backstory*:
It is nothing special, just a boy who was orphaned due to circumstances beyond him... He got lucky, if you'd call it that, its not every day you learn your the offspring of a god. When he turned fifteen, he was brought to Camp and with nowhere left to go, he stuck around.
Being one of the Oldest Members, he has lots of experience in situations that could spell life or death. He has killed before. He has seen a lot. Damon thinks all he can really do now is prepare the new comers for whatever comes their way, and pray to the gods that they figure out life better than he did.
Pet name*:
Goblin
...wasn't his idea...
Pet species (Breed, if dog or cat or horse)*:
Griffon Vulture.
it's a real thing...
Pet gender*:
Male
Pet age*:
Goblin is about seven years old.
Pet appearance*:
A large scavenger bird, a tawny brown with black dappling on the plumage around the body. The base of the neck has a thick ring of white feather, before thinning to downy up the neck towards the head. His eyes are black, with a grey beak.
His wing span nears five feet,
Other:
Is it pasta-ble that I made Damon a little to OP? Yes... Foolishness on my part, oh how fun it was to make his magic weapons...
Shout at me if I need to tone it down.