Damiano De Angelis
"If you wanna dance, drop the gloves. Otherwise, keep your head up and stay the hell outta my zone."
Nicknames:
"Dami" (Common among teammates and close acquaintances)
"Angel of Pain" (A not-so-fond moniker from rival teams and sports commentators)
"Cap" (Short for Captain, used by his team)
Name Pronunciation:
DAH-mee-AH-noh , day , AHN-jeh-lihs
Name Meaning:
Damiano; Italian form of Damian, meaning "to tame" or "subdue"—a cruel irony given his temper.
De Angelis; "Of the Angels," a name that clashes violently with his reputation on the ice. This is also a patronymic derived from his father’s first name, “Angelo”.
Age:
24
Date of Birth:
September 29th, 2043
Weight:
244
Height:
6’4”
Gender:
Male
Pronouns:
He/Him
Sexuality:
Bisexual, Uranic (with a tendency toward emotionally complicated relationships)
Hometown:
New Rome (a reconstruction of Rome, right on top of the former Rome, which was essentially destroyed in 2036. Turned from a thriving city into a hell pit of sand and scorpions—both the people, and the real scorpions living there.)
Languages Spoken:
Italian
English
Small amounts of Greek
MBTI:
ISTJ-A
Moral Alignment:
Chaotic Neutral.
He plays by his own rules, often ignoring authority unless it benefits him. He isn’t a villain, but he sure as hell isn’t a hero either.
Personality:
Damiano is a paradox—a man who embodies both absolute control and reckless chaos, a leader who commands respect yet refuses to be controlled himself. To the outside world, he seems cold, indifferent, a man of few words who rarely lets his true thoughts show. But beneath that quiet, almost aloof exterior is a storm waiting to break.
At his core, Damiano is a man ruled by instinct, driven by an overwhelming need to assert his dominance over the world around him. He doesn’t care for pleasantries, social niceties, or any of the subtle manipulations that people try to play. In his mind, things are simple—you earn respect through action, through strength, through proving yourself when it matters most. He doesn’t tolerate weakness, not in himself and certainly not in those around him. If someone crumbles under pressure, they’re useless to him. If they can’t handle the brutality of the game, they shouldn’t be playing in the first place.
His leadership style is as brutal as it is effective. He doesn’t coddle his teammates, doesn’t hold their hands or tell them everything’s going to be okay. That’s not how the world works. If they want to win, they need to fight for it. If they want his respect, they need to earn it. And if they can’t? Well, they better get the hell out of his way.
But Damiano isn’t just a mindless brute. He’s sharp, calculating, and when he actually takes the time to strategize, he can see the game five steps ahead of everyone else. He understands how people think—he knows what makes them tick, what buttons to push, what weaknesses to exploit. He’s not interested in playing fair, either on or off the ice. He plays to win.
Despite his reputation as a loose cannon, Damiano isn’t entirely unpredictable. He lives by his own code—one built on loyalty, survival, and an unyielding refusal to bow to anyone. Once he decides someone is his, he will fight to the death for them. He may not express affection in conventional ways, but his actions speak volumes. He’ll take hits meant for his teammates, start fights over the smallest slight against them, and push them to their limits because he wants them to be better. To be stronger. To survive.
And yet, for all his strength, Damiano is a deeply unsettled man. He thrives in conflict because it’s all he’s ever known. He seeks out fights because when he isn’t fighting, when the adrenaline fades and the world goes quiet, he’s left alone with thoughts he doesn’t want to confront.
He doesn’t trust easily. He doesn’t love easily. And even when he does, he has no idea how to show it.
For all his bravado, there’s a part of him that wonders—when the fights end, when the bruises fade, when the rink is empty and silent—who the hell is he without the violence?
Type of Neurodiversity:
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Likely ADHD, given his impulsivity, restlessness, and inability to tolerate boredom. He struggles with authority, hyperfocuses on his passions (hockey, fighting, drinking), and has little patience for anything else.
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Possible Intermittent Explosive Disorder (IED)—his outbursts are fast, intense, and over just as quickly, leaving only the bruises behind.
Appearance:
Damiano is the kind of man who dominates a room without saying a word. He stands at 6’4”, broad-shouldered and built like a war machine—every inch of him honed for endurance, strength, and destruction. There’s no unnecessary softness to him; his body is all hard lines, corded muscle, and the kind of raw power that makes people think twice before stepping too close.
His posture is naturally imposing—he carries himself with a sense of quiet authority, his presence alone enough to make lesser men shrink back. There’s a weight to him, an intensity that never really fades, even when he’s seemingly relaxed.
His face is a contradiction of harsh lines and unreadable expressions. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and a perpetually furrowed brow make him look permanently unimpressed. His eyes—deep brown and intense—never truly soften, always holding the weight of someone who’s seen too much and expects the worst. They don’t give away much, except when his temper flares. Then, they go dark, predatory, and unmistakably dangerous.
His nose is slightly crooked—a reminder of a past fight that didn’t go his way. His lips are always set in a firm, neutral line, never quite giving away what he’s thinking. He doesn’t smile often. When he does, it’s either a rare, fleeting thing… or the kind of sharp, humorless smirk that usually means someone is about to regret their choices.
His hair is thick, black, and perpetually unkempt—he runs his hands through it too often, leaving it messy outside the rink. Before games, he slicks it back, but it always finds a way to fall loose when he’s throwing punches or skating full-speed into an opponent.
His skin is tanned and weathered, a result of both his Italian heritage and years of relentless physical abuse on the ice. Scars litter his body—each one a story, a fight, a moment of pain that he doesn’t bother to hide. The most noticeable one runs from his left eyebrow down to his cheekbone, jagged and permanent. His hands are just as scarred, his knuckles perpetually bruised and rough from years of fists meeting flesh.
Damiano’s back is covered in an enormous pair of black angel wings—a deliberate irony, given his last name and his reputation as anything but angelic. The wings are detailed, inked in a way that makes them look burned and tattered.
Scattered across his arms are smaller tattoos—symbols, words in Latin and Italian, things he refuses to explain. Some are from his youth, done in back-alley shops, rough and uneven. Others are newer, precise, carefully placed. A few of them are unfinished, the outlines still waiting for ink.
His off-ice wardrobe is all about practicality—dark jeans, combat boots, worn leather jackets. He looks more like a street brawler than a professional athlete, and honestly, that’s exactly what he is. He doesn’t dress to impress. He dresses to be ready for a fight at a moment’s notice.
On the ice, he wears his captain’s "C" like a badge of war. His gear is always well-worn, battle-tested. His gloves? Stained with years of blood—some of it his, most of it not. He refuses to wash off this blood—it is a trophy.
Voice & Accent:
Damiano’s voice is low, rough, and gravelly—like whiskey and cigarette smoke. He rarely raises it unless he’s screaming orders or throwing a punch. His accent is a thick Italian undertone that’s been dulled slightly by years in Viliråg, but still unmistakable.
Voice Claim: Claudio Santamaria
Hockey Skills:
Shoots: Right-handed
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A heavy, hard-hitting slap shot that can punish goaltenders if given space.
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Powerful and aggressive on the puck, favoring strength over finesse.
Position: Defensive Left Defenseman (LD)
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A natural stay-at-home defenseman with a punishing physical presence, and the backbone of his team’s defensive line.
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His job is clear and simple: shut down the opposition’s top forwards, disrupt plays, and clear out anyone who dares get near his goaltender.
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Rarely joins the rush—his focus is holding the blue line, winning battles in the corners, and asserting dominance in front of the net.
Team: [TBD]
Jersey Number: #19
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Chosen for personal reasons—potentially tied to a former mentor, a past tragedy, or a number that once belonged to someone he admired. Wink, wink.
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Despite his brash nature, Damiano is superstitious about the number. He refuses to change it, believing it’s a part of his identity on the ice.
Playing Style:
Damiano is a defensive powerhouse, an enforcer, and a team protector. His role isn’t about finesse or speed—it’s about control, intimidation, and sheer brute force.
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A textbook enforcer: If an opponent targets one of his teammates, Damiano makes sure they pay for it—immediately.
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Master of board battles: Once he pins a player to the glass, they’re not getting free without a fight.
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Physical, but calculated: He knows when to throw a hit and when to bait his opponent into a mistake.
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Shot-blocking machine: He’ll put his body on the line to prevent a puck from reaching his goaltender.
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Shutdown specialist: He’s the guy you put on the ice when protecting a lead—his stickwork, size, and positioning make it nearly impossible for forwards to get through him.
Player Strengths:
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One of the most feared enforcers in the league.
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Leads the league in hits and fights almost every season.
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Can single-handedly change the momentum of a game with a big hit or a well-timed fight.
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Strong on his skates—almost impossible to knock off balance.
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Always aware of where the puck is going—he doesn’t chase plays, he anticipates them.
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Rarely gets caught out of position. His game is built on making forwards’ lives miserable in the defensive zone.
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Excels at gap control, forcing opposing forwards to the outside and cutting off their shooting lanes.
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Commands respect on and off the ice.
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Knows how to rally his team in tough situations.
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A vocal leader in the locker room, even if his speeches are more blunt than inspiring.
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Stands up for teammates without hesitation. If someone messes with his team, he makes sure they regret it.
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Can outmuscle nearly anyone in a one-on-one puck battle.
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Great at pinning opponents to the boards and forcing turnovers.
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Uses his size and reach to shield the puck in tight situations, making him difficult to dispossess.
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Not a sniper, but his slap shot is lethal from the blue line.
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If he has space, he’ll send rockets toward the net—if they don’t score, they at least create dangerous rebounds.
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Opposing players think twice before blocking his shots because they hurt like hell.
Player Weaknesses:
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Easily provoked—opponents know they can bait him into bad penalties.
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Leads the team in penalty minutes every season.
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Has been suspended multiple times for overly aggressive hits.
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Struggles to control his emotions in high-pressure situations.
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Not the fastest skater. While strong and well-balanced, he lacks elite acceleration.
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Opposing forwards with high-end speed can burn past him if he doesn’t read the play early.
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Struggles against quick, shifty players who rely on finesse rather than physicality.
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He’s not an offensive defenseman—doesn’t carry the puck up ice much.
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Rarely jumps into the rush—he focuses on shutting down plays, not creating them.
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If forced into a high-skill, fast-paced offensive game, he’s at a disadvantage.
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When locked into a fight, he sometimes forgets the bigger picture—taking himself out of the play.
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Has been baited into fights at bad times, leaving his team shorthanded.
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Coaches have tried to get him to pick his battles more carefully—with mixed success.
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His style works until it doesn’t. Against teams that can out-skate or out-pass him, his brute force can only do so much.
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Can struggle against elite playmakers who don’t engage physically and just move the puck around him.
Strengths:
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Unshakable in a fight – Whether it’s on the ice or in the alley behind the rink, Damiano is built for war. He can take a hit and keep going.
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Fearless – There’s nothing, no authority, no threat, that will make him back down once he’s committed to something.
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Loyal (to a fault) – If he considers you his own, he will fight for you to the bitter end.
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Physically unstoppable – He’s a tank. Hits like a freight train and skates like one too.
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Strategic (when he wants to be) – While he seems like a brute, he has a deep understanding of the game and how to break his opponents both mentally and physically.
Weaknesses:
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Explosive temper – It doesn’t take much to set him off, and once he’s pissed, there’s no reasoning with him.
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Impulsive – He rarely thinks before acting, often making decisions that cost him or the team.
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Horrible at expressing emotions – He bottles things up until they come out in a violent outburst or a reckless decision.
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Struggles with authority – Coaches, referees, league officials—he clashes with all of them.
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Self-destructive tendencies – Whether it’s drinking too much, fighting for no reason, or pushing his body past its limits, he never knows when to stop.
Backstory:
Damiano wasn’t born into a world of privilege. He came into the world already fighting, already clawing his way up from nothing.
He grew up in the rundown outskirts of New Rome, where violence wasn’t just common—it was expected. His father disappeared before he was old enough to remember, and his mother—tough, stubborn, but ultimately powerless against the weight of poverty—did what she could to keep them afloat.
But in a place like that, survival meant being willing to fight. And Damiano learned quickly that if he wanted to keep what little he had, he had to be willing to break bones for it. By the time he was ten, he was already brawling with kids twice his age. By twelve, he was running errands for men who operated in the shadows, learning how to survive in a world where the weak got eaten alive.
Hockey wasn’t a dream for him. It wasn’t something he grew up loving. It was an accident.
A local underground rink ran illegal games—brutal, unregulated, more about fighting than actual skill. Damiano got dragged into one by an older boy who owed a favor and needed someone to take his place. He didn’t know the rules. Didn’t care. He just knew that when he stepped onto the ice, something clicked.
It wasn’t just the game. It was the violence. The controlled brutality. The way he could channel all his anger, all his rage, into something that people actually cheered for.
From there, things moved fast. He went from the underground to the professional leagues, leaving Rome behind for a chance at something bigger. Viliråg was his proving ground. The place where he cemented himself as the league’s most feared enforcer. He wasn’t the most skilled, but he didn’t need to be. He was the guy who kept the other team in check. The one who made sure no one touched his teammates without suffering for it.
And now? Now he’s captain. The leader of a team that thrives on chaos. But beneath it all, something is shifting. The league is more corrupt than ever. The game is changing. And there’s someone new—someone who refuses to back down from him.
Damiano has spent his whole life fighting. But for the first time, he’s starting to wonder—
What happens when the fight isn’t enough anymore?
Theme Songs:
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"Seven Nation Army" – The White Stripes
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"God’s Gonna Cut You Down" – Johnny Cash
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"No One Knows" – Queens of the Stone Age
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"House of the Rising Sun" – The Animals
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"Blackout" – Breathe Carolina
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