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Character Name: Damien Winter

Date & Place of Birth: 10 April 1977, New York City, New York

Character Type: Lukoi

Character Occupation & Skills: If Damien was poor, he would be one of those unemployed thirty-somethings still sponging off of his mother. As he has a truly stupid amount of money however, it buys him the title of socialite play boy. It remains, however, that Damien has no -– well, very few -– marketable skills. As he's inherited his family's money, he employs a broker who deals with most of the actual work of any investments and lives off the interest by and large. As such, he has a suite of useful skills like being able to use the appropriate fork at fancy dinners. He understands things like the rules of polo and how to order off of foreign menus without sounding like a rube. He knows which wine goes with fish and which goes with chicken. Damien can tell you if it's an Armani or a knock-off and likely will tell you what he thinks of the cut whether you want to hear it or not.

Damien has a bachelor's in business from a prestigious university. It sits on a shelf gathering dust. At least, until the maids come through and clean everything. He's never put any of the information gathered between parties at college to use and it's been almost ten years since. He does speak passable Italian as it was a pre-requisite to go study in Rome for a year. At one point in his life, he used that to impress ladies. These days, he's a little rusty. Damien has always been an art aficionado and it falls somewhere between a hobby and an obsession these days.

Abilities: Damien is a beta-level wolf. He has too many issues that get in the way of any potential that he might even think of possessing. Physically, he's strong and stubborn and relatively fast. He, however, lacks any discipline or control when fighting. He is easily baited and commits to readily to a course of action. He tends to fall into the "I'll smash you through that wall" mentality and doesn't have the pure physicality to back it up as he really lacks the size and weight for it. The years he spent with the Frenzy show when he fights as he does it with pure mean bloody-mindedness.

He can shift to wolf form at will and if he doesn't watch himself, he's going to start acquiring wolfy-traits in his human form. He has never put the time and effort in to attain the wolf-man form and has no desire to learn.

Appearance: Damien has been told he has the looks of a fallen angel. He has also been told that he is "boy-whore" pretty. Either is true enough. Damien has coal-black hair and startlingly blue eyes. His features are chiseled and even when sulky, which is often, he has the pout of an underfed model. He's tall, just a touch over six foot with a surprising breadth of shoulders. If he bothered to work out much, he would probably get bulky quickly. Instead, he has the leaner build of someone who spends a great deal of time swimming laps in his pool.

Damien is always well dressed if occasionally overdressed. He's much happier -– well, as happy as Damien ever really emotes -– in the winter when he can wear long coats and scarves over his suits. He keeps covered up even in the summer, long sleeve button down shirts and slacks. Damien does not do jeans. He does however hop from air conditioned locale to air conditioned local in the summer as much as possible. He does not enjoy being sweaty; however, he is also not willing to compromise on his need to cover as much skin as possible. While he would tell you that the occasional marks on the bridge of his nose are from a new pair of sunglasses that he sent back because they simply don't fit right, the fact of the matter is that he occasionally drowses off with his reading glasses on. Damien probably spends more time sleeping in the leather chair in his library than he does in his bed.

As a wolf, Damien looks like he belongs on a postcard about saving the Alaskan wildlife. His coat is all whites and silvers and his eyes are that unnatural ice-blue that belongs to the arctic wolves. His body posture is far more relaxed in wolf form as he lacks much of the "don't touch me!" vibe that makes him such a neurotic mess as a human. Damien does not enjoy playing "Oh, look, Daddy! It's a husky!" but he has been forced into it more than once as his wolf form is just so darn cuddly looking, which if you know Damien, is hysterically funny.

Personality & History: It is terribly tempting to point out that Damien really is one of those neurotically over-bred "pure bred" animals. Well, if a Pomeranian could bite your face off that would be a little more accurate. Damien was the only child of a pair of old-money socialites that were too well bred to divorce and too self involved to raise a child. So he spent his early childhood with a string of nannies that schlepped him from one activity to another that were designed to produce something his parents could brag about to other well-bred parents that never spent time with their children. Damien did enjoy the museums and concerts but really, in his early life, that's about as deep as Damien got. He was a shallow, self centered child that pitched tantrums to get meager attention from disinterested parents.

The tantrum prone kid turned into a sulky, spoiled teenager for that nasty stretch of time when he was old enough to resent his parents' casual neglect but too young to drive, legally at any rate. Once Damien had his first car, he started to become more of a person and less of a walking stereotype. He still had this nasty tendency to crave approval from his peers, but he found that his dry wit was as much a hit among his bored peers as his budding good looks were among the spoiled females at his elite private school. He did not, of course, take any of these friends off to the dusty museums that he enjoyed. He had no desire to display any quirks that might open him up to ridicule so all secretive nerd-like qualities were carefully cultivated out of view.

In college, Damien really hit his stride. He had that bored, world weary air, good looks and a healthy trust fund. He stayed true to form, picking up an easy business degree that he passed halfway on the value of his name alone. Damien did not pick up the art history minor that he more than had the classes for. He did exert himself to pick up enough Italian to get the year abroad in Rome but he explained that away with the "everyone does the Europe thing, these days". In reality, he spent his time bumming around absolutely every ancient out of the way place he could find. Damien has a special weakness for the architecture of old churches and stained glass pieces. He could probably go off for hours, and then be angry and humiliated after the fact for exposing something he has genuine emotions for.

Sometime during his senior year, Damien has trouble recalling exactly when as it really didn't affect him terribly much, his parents died when their personal plane went down returning from the Caymans. He attended the funeral with little real emotion, some vague unplaced grief and that residual anger for having crap for parents. Then he went back to school with the family fortune in his name and a free pass for his last semester with the, "but my parents DIED" factor.

He would likely have continued on and had a meaningless marriage to a woman he cheated on and then stuck his own children in some private school to be raised by nannies but he made a rather fateful decision to head down to New Orleans for Mardi Gras in 2003. During the ensuing booze-fueled endless party, Damien caught the eye of a woman. As she was really quite attractive, and Damien was an easy enough mark for women at the time, he quickly found himself agreeing to head back to her place.

Damien was expecting sex; while she was planning to take all of the money he had not been terribly subtle about having. Neither of them really got what they were looking for out of their encounter. Damien noticed her partner at the wrong time and what should have been a quick knife in the back devolved into a rather messy skirmish that Damien was really on the losing end of as both of his opponents had superhuman strength. To this day, Damien doesn't really know why he was drug back to the Frenzy's base of operations rather than killed in some seedy hotel room. His best guess is the girl's partner and Damien's eventual "mentor" figured he might be of more use alive.

Either way, he was rather forcibly initiated into the Frenzy. His kidnapper, a nasty piece of work called Edward Dante, was a big proponent of Dumas' way of running the pack. He had a string of more submissive females that he was happy to pimp out. Edward was only a beta-level wolf but he was a mean cuss with an animal cunning that kept him on top of his little group. As he was quite loyal to Dumas, that wasn't a problem that he had his own little gang of flunkies in the pack. Damien was quickly added to the fold. He wasn't strong enough to beat Edward or his girls and he was terribly new to this way of life. He didn't have a martial bone in his body and Edward was convinced that once broken, Damien would be a perfect addition to the subs in his gang.

Damien would rather not remember the humiliation of those years of his life. He was beaten, often, and usually by one of Edward's favorite girls. He was used in a more sexual sense, by the same favorites. He got the privilege of being Edward's personal cash machine when the money from pimping ran low. Edward often made it a point of how Damien used to use the working class and now he worked for them. Edward was right on most counts. He could, and did, break Damien down into an emotionally shattered individual but Damien never turned off. He just got angrier.

The final injustice was that Damien never even had a chance to take on Edward. He was killed during the plays for power that ended with Mariah taking over the Frenzy. When the option to leave the Frenzy was presented, Damien didn't hesitate to abandon the pack for the Lazarus as any fond memories were buried under the haze of humiliation. The female werewolf that had suckered him into her hotel room tried to assert her dominance over him to keep Damien in his place. For once, Damien came out on top in a fight, although he did have to be drug off of smacking her head into the ground over and over. Boy has a few lingering anger issues.

These days, Damien is in the process of resurrecting something like a personality. This is very hard, as it wasn't like he was terribly deep before gaining the ability to turn furry. He's a bit neurotic as he fights tooth and nail against the lukoi desires to be all touchy-feely when he's standing on two legs. He wears as much clothing as he can and tends to go all stiff, angry and confused when other pack mates initiate physical contact. The only time he manages to get out of the way of his own issues is when he's running around as a wolf. Consequently he's the first to turn furry damn near every full moon.

That’s not to say that he doesn't want his packmates around. Damien has both the normal, "I am a pack animal" instincts and that lingering desire to be accepted and adored. He just can't seem to get out of his own way so he tends to lurk around wherever the pack is hanging out like that odd kid at school who wants to play but doesn't seem to know how to ask. This is especially noticeable as he doesn't have anything like a real job to eat into his time of lurking. He might look like a little gray rain cloud in designer threads following one of his packmates on this or that errand but to Damien, it's the closest he has to hanging out with friends.