Damien Allen

Vital Information
Euthanatos
Vitals
Gender	Male
Race	Caucasian
Location	New Orleans
Status	Alive(ish)
Character stuff
Nature	Architect
Demeanor	Judge
Essence	Primordial
Chantry	House of the Rising Sun
Cabal	Hand of Fate
OOC
Player	Mike H.(Boris or MikeMike)

Master Damien Allen, Spoke of the Wheel, Hand of Fate, Deacon Primus: House of the Rising Sun Chantry. This Entropy master currently resides in New Orleans where he currently runs one of the worlds largest and strongest war chantries. Never one to sit by and let thing work themselves out, Damien constantly involves himself in the lives of those around him, trying to help them find the karma and Destiny.

Description

Damien stands just a hair under 6 feet fall. He has an average build and walks with a fighters grace. He has long brown hair tied back at the base of his neck. His faded green eyes stand out against his light almost pale skin. Damien is clean shaven and always perfectly groomed.

Damien usually dresses in dark colors. He can usually be seen in a clean cut suit that fits loose enough to conceal his various weapons and tools.

Tools of the trade

• Doom Gun: A Sig Saur with Sanskrit runes carved into the blade. Damien always has at least this weapon on him.
• Poison Kit: As a master poisoner Damien keeps a mulitude of ingredients. Prefences Awakened poisons derived from the Belladonna family.
• Alpha: A throwback to his VA days, Damien still carries an Alpha with him whenever it's necessary.

Background

First Life(Unawakened)

Damien Allen was born in San Diego, California in 1972. Both of his parents were under 20 and unmarried. His father soon left leaving his mother to struggle in California to raise a child with no support. When Damien was 3 years old his mother left the sunny skies of San Diego and followed some friends to New Orleans. She left San Diego looking for a new start and only found another end. She fell further and further down the spiral of drugs and depression leaving Damien to fend for himself. Eventually she purchased a small house in the French Quarter of New Orelans giving Damien a sembalance of normalcy. It was in this time where Damien met one of his life long friends. Wayne Censi. They tended to stick together and look out for each other.

A few months after Damien turned 15 his mother decided she was moving back to New Orleans. She and Damien didn't get along so she didn't invite him to follow. Left with more bills then he could image and a rundown house, Damien eventually found his way to the streets. He dropped out of High School just to survive. As fate would have it he eventually ran into a few kids at the local community college and quickly learned his love and ease with computers. It was an easy thing for him to eek out enough to eat just with the public terminals available at the libraries and local colleges.

The group he hung out with in the labs insisted that he finish high school. It wasn't until Wayne pushed that he decided to take the tests. Wayne and Damien ended up jumping for low paying job to low paying job until one night after Wayne had been fired and Damien quit a job at a local video store. Everything changed when they decided to stop for a drink.

Second Life(Virtual Adept)

Damien and Wayne ended up in a small club in New Orlean's French Quarter called the Jazz funeral. The night progressed as most of their nights did, Damien having fun half the time and the other half of the time trying to coax Wayne into doing the same. They were in a booth resting and argueing about Wayne's choice of drink, water, when a beautiful woman slid in next to Wayne. Cassandra Vanoy, a local Hallow One, saw the fact that the two guys were about to awaken, or explode and thought she should introduce herself before that happened. Due to a recent bout of paradox the Hallow One was literally smoking, as if slightly on fire. The who guys decided they'd had enough of the club and decided to walk home, hoping the night air would clear their heads.

On the way home, fate once again conspired against them, they were attacked by a pack of absurd creatures. Displacer Beasts.