07-13-2019, 09:16 PM
DAMIAN DIMERA
PSEUDO MELANISTIC LIGUAR - MALE - 18 MONTHS - TANGLEWOOD
To be blunt, Damian had never belonged to a clan before- not a real one, at least. He considered his former home to be more of a school than anything, it's students housed there and groomed for perfection. Too bad nobody could ever really claim that title, though Damian had admittedly come close in some areas. Among his peers and superiors he'd been among the best at what they'd trained him for, his own mother the teacher that had bestowed upon him the skills. Her methods, some would say, were harsh and cruel, unbefitting of the title of 'parent', but no matter what Damian could never deny that she'd made him strong. Had made him a weapon- one that had refused to let her or anyone else wield him. That was how he'd ended up with daddy dearest. In their world, Malakai Dimera was a name that had been around for lifetimes. No matter what grudges he might hold against the man, there'd been no denying that the soldier was the best chance he had.
Despite all of this though, Damian was not discouraged by his lack of experience. His education had been very detailed and he knew how things worked in theory even if he'd never had the chance to practice them himself, and he was confident enough that he could force himself to fit in. These were the thoughts that were lingering in his calculating mind as he spotted movement in the trees ahead. His sharp green eyes would shift to lock on the approaching feline immediately, taking in all the information there was to gather as the oriental made their way over and paused a cautious distance away, calling out to him.
"Yeah." he'd reply, holding his position near the border. "I'm here to join Tanglewood." his tone was completely neutral, as was his stance- though it was clear he was not relaxed. Damian was always alert and noting the details of his situation and surroundings, he just knew there was no point in coming off as hostile to a group he planned on trying to join. If they needed a show of force for some reason he wouldn't deny them one, but he wasn't going to go beating down the front doors of his new home. Ugh. That word. To even think it made him want to cringe. He had no home, and this was just temporary. For some reason, repeating that seamed to work. It was just temporary...
"SPEECH
PSEUDO MELANISTIC LIGUAR - MALE - 18 MONTHS - TANGLEWOOD
To be blunt, Damian had never belonged to a clan before- not a real one, at least. He considered his former home to be more of a school than anything, it's students housed there and groomed for perfection. Too bad nobody could ever really claim that title, though Damian had admittedly come close in some areas. Among his peers and superiors he'd been among the best at what they'd trained him for, his own mother the teacher that had bestowed upon him the skills. Her methods, some would say, were harsh and cruel, unbefitting of the title of 'parent', but no matter what Damian could never deny that she'd made him strong. Had made him a weapon- one that had refused to let her or anyone else wield him. That was how he'd ended up with daddy dearest. In their world, Malakai Dimera was a name that had been around for lifetimes. No matter what grudges he might hold against the man, there'd been no denying that the soldier was the best chance he had.
Despite all of this though, Damian was not discouraged by his lack of experience. His education had been very detailed and he knew how things worked in theory even if he'd never had the chance to practice them himself, and he was confident enough that he could force himself to fit in. These were the thoughts that were lingering in his calculating mind as he spotted movement in the trees ahead. His sharp green eyes would shift to lock on the approaching feline immediately, taking in all the information there was to gather as the oriental made their way over and paused a cautious distance away, calling out to him.
"Yeah." he'd reply, holding his position near the border. "I'm here to join Tanglewood." his tone was completely neutral, as was his stance- though it was clear he was not relaxed. Damian was always alert and noting the details of his situation and surroundings, he just knew there was no point in coming off as hostile to a group he planned on trying to join. If they needed a show of force for some reason he wouldn't deny them one, but he wasn't going to go beating down the front doors of his new home. Ugh. That word. To even think it made him want to cringe. He had no home, and this was just temporary. For some reason, repeating that seamed to work. It was just temporary...
"SPEECH
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