Birth Name: Gu Ji Ho
Alias: Damian
Age: 21
Birthday: November 17
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6' 1.5" (187.7 cm)
Weight: 166 lbs (75.3 kg)
Sexuality/Romantic Attraction: Bisexual/Biromantic
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: 3rd Year University Student/Bartender/Information Broker
Class: College
Grade: College Junior
College Major: Biochemistry
Current Minor Concern: His bedhead won't go away; even if it helps him win the ladies (and men!) he thinks he would look better without his hair falling in his face all the time.
Current Major Concern: He can't find his best friend, even in the Bermuda Triangle of Society.
Appearance Description: Damian is, all things considered, an attractive man. Tall and fit, and with his Korean good looks (wink wonk), he's a heart-stealer upon first sight (like his jaw-line? Damn.). He has rather pale skin which burns if he doesn't put on enough sunscreen (honestly, he forgets this way too often). Damian's eyes are a dark brown, and his hair… oh man, it's practically a forest. No matter what he does, it will not be tamed. His bedhead shall reign eternal in the battle between neat and messy. Bangs shall forever obscure one of hisbeautiful, soulful brown eyes.
As for clothing style, Damian wears whatever he feels like. He's one of those guys who can pull off modeling and wearing a scruffy sweatshirt and jeans and still look good.
Damian has both ears pierced with small studs and a cartilage piercing in his right ear. He's thinking about getting tattoos or a tongue piercing, too.
Powers:
Alias: Damian
Age: 21
Birthday: November 17
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6' 1.5" (187.7 cm)
Weight: 166 lbs (75.3 kg)
Sexuality/Romantic Attraction: Bisexual/Biromantic
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: 3rd Year University Student/Bartender/Information Broker
Class: College
Grade: College Junior
College Major: Biochemistry
Current Minor Concern: His bedhead won't go away; even if it helps him win the ladies (and men!) he thinks he would look better without his hair falling in his face all the time.
Current Major Concern: He can't find his best friend, even in the Bermuda Triangle of Society.
Appearance Description: Damian is, all things considered, an attractive man. Tall and fit, and with his Korean good looks (wink wonk), he's a heart-stealer upon first sight (like his jaw-line? Damn.). He has rather pale skin which burns if he doesn't put on enough sunscreen (honestly, he forgets this way too often). Damian's eyes are a dark brown, and his hair… oh man, it's practically a forest. No matter what he does, it will not be tamed. His bedhead shall reign eternal in the battle between neat and messy. Bangs shall forever obscure one of his
As for clothing style, Damian wears whatever he feels like. He's one of those guys who can pull off modeling and wearing a scruffy sweatshirt and jeans and still look good.
Damian has both ears pierced with small studs and a cartilage piercing in his right ear. He's thinking about getting tattoos or a tongue piercing, too.
Damian's the type of charming guy who comes up to you while you're sitting in a bar, completely sober, angry about something, and buys you a drink. Then he gets you to drink it. And then you drink a couple more. And at this point, even if you're not completely inebriated, you'll tell him all about what's bothering you and go off to dance with him, hopefully to wake up in your bed the next morning with a napkin on your bedside table inked with "Thanks for the fun!" and a winky face.
He's the type of guy who challenges you to something completely stupid, like downing 20 shots in one minute and you'll still do it because he's the kind of guy you want to impress for some reason, even if he provokes you into drinking those 10 shots by insulting your ability to hold your liquor and then laughs at you later on while you puke your guts out onto your best friend's shoes.
He's the kind of guy who looks like an idiot but actually happens to be the salutatorian of his high school senior class, only to be beaten out by a tiny girl genius (who he had a tiny crush on but don't tell anyone. And no, he didn't lose to her because he let her win. Nope. He didn't. At all.). He's the guy who jokes about everything, even when everything is about to fall apart (because of him in the first place), gets yelled at for not being serious, and then comes up with the stupidest plan ever that somehow ends up saving the day. Rinse and repeat.
Does that give you a general picture? Well, if you're still not satisfied, here's some more information:
Damian, despite his tendency to flirt with anything on two legs (or one leg, or no legs- he's not ableist, just as long as whoever he's flirting with is human, or at least looks human), is actually a huge dork. He may give off the aura of a sex god all the time but deep down, deep, deep down: He's a huge romantic. Huge. Like, more of a romantic than the Disney princesses, all of them, combined. Ok, so that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but still.
Another extra tidbit: Damian will swear up, down, and sideways that he's only a top. That's not true.
He's the type of guy who challenges you to something completely stupid, like downing 20 shots in one minute and you'll still do it because he's the kind of guy you want to impress for some reason, even if he provokes you into drinking those 10 shots by insulting your ability to hold your liquor and then laughs at you later on while you puke your guts out onto your best friend's shoes.
He's the kind of guy who looks like an idiot but actually happens to be the salutatorian of his high school senior class, only to be beaten out by a tiny girl genius (who he had a tiny crush on but don't tell anyone. And no, he didn't lose to her because he let her win. Nope. He didn't. At all.). He's the guy who jokes about everything, even when everything is about to fall apart (because of him in the first place), gets yelled at for not being serious, and then comes up with the stupidest plan ever that somehow ends up saving the day. Rinse and repeat.
Does that give you a general picture? Well, if you're still not satisfied, here's some more information:
He believes that information is power. Behind all the smirks and drawling tone and bedhead is an analytical mind. Damian wants to know every secret you're hiding and he wants to know it now. It doesn't matter how he gets it as long as he gets it soon. Soon being now, of course.
He's not interested in leading any groups. Big ones, more specifically. He's willing to be the main man of a small group of friends, of course, comes with the territory of being a popular guy, but in more organized structures, he's content with being the guy that knows things about everyone and everything, not the big shot who orders people around.
He has a vague interest in money; it's not his top priority, but he acknowledges the fact that money is useful in many situations (ahem, bribing, for instance).
He remains strictly neutral when it comes to the law; he won't do anything to break the law by himself, but he won't exactly stop anyone from breaking it as well. As long as you exchange something in return, be it money, other information, or something else, he'll give you what you want.
He won't get his hands dirty by himself, generally speaking. He might push you around a little, but full out murder isn't something he's ready to commit yet.
He's not interested in leading any groups. Big ones, more specifically. He's willing to be the main man of a small group of friends, of course, comes with the territory of being a popular guy, but in more organized structures, he's content with being the guy that knows things about everyone and everything, not the big shot who orders people around.
He has a vague interest in money; it's not his top priority, but he acknowledges the fact that money is useful in many situations (ahem, bribing, for instance).
He remains strictly neutral when it comes to the law; he won't do anything to break the law by himself, but he won't exactly stop anyone from breaking it as well. As long as you exchange something in return, be it money, other information, or something else, he'll give you what you want.
He won't get his hands dirty by himself, generally speaking. He might push you around a little, but full out murder isn't something he's ready to commit yet.
Another extra tidbit: Damian will swear up, down, and sideways that he's only a top. That's not true.
He likes to play the guitar even though he's terrible at it.
On the other hand, he hates cooking even though he's good at it.
He's also excellent at gambling; being able to read people's hormonal impulses does give him an extra edge, but he wouldn't say he cheats, of course not (let's face it, he does sometimes).
He speaks both Korean and English fluently, and wants to learn more languages in the future.
He likes to learn regular magic tricks, partly for the fun and partly so he has an excuse (a weak, but usable excuse) when someone accuses him of being able to do supernatural things, use magic, having powers, etc.
On the other hand, he hates cooking even though he's good at it.
He's also excellent at gambling; being able to read people's hormonal impulses does give him an extra edge, but he wouldn't say he cheats, of course not (let's face it, he does sometimes).
He speaks both Korean and English fluently, and wants to learn more languages in the future.
He likes to learn regular magic tricks, partly for the fun and partly so he has an excuse (a weak, but usable excuse) when someone accuses him of being able to do supernatural things, use magic, having powers, etc.
Powers:
Cupid's Aura is a fancy name for a crude power; Damian has the ability to control emotions via brain chemistry. He can manipulate his own as well as those of other people's. He can also only manipulate the hormones of those within a 5 m (5.5 yd) radius.
This ability is also useful as a sensory ability, as Damian is able to tell where people are based on their hormonal impulses. This part of the ability can be turned on and off at will; otherwise, he would probably be overwhelmed with the constant feedback. However, if there is a group of people crowded together, he will only be able to tell what direction they are coming from, not exactly how many there are due to the blend of hormones coming from various people.
This ability also makes emotionally-affecting powers and lies practically negligible against him, and gives him a higher resistance against psychologically-affecting powers as well (as long as he knows that he is being affected; if the power is not immediately noticeable, such as memory reading, etc., he will not be able to protect himself). However, Cupid's Aura affects other emotional/psychological power-type users less as well.
This power is less potent and less controllable when he is completely smashed on alcohol, and if he uses it too much, it'll end up backfiring on himself. Scaring yourself does not make for a good interrogation tactic. As of now, he does not have much practice with this power, so he can mostly just make people slightly happier/scared.
Overall:
1. Damian can manipulate emotions via brain chemistry slightly; so far, the most he can do is give a small shot of dopamine or a small shot of adrenaline. Any more and it will backfire on him.
2. He can sense other people's locations and feelings based on their hormones, but in a crowd all of them will blend together. This part of the power can be turned on and off at will.
3. Cupid's Aura gives him resistance to emotional/psychological powers used on him, but will affect other emotional/psychological power-type users as well.
4. He has to concentrate on what he's manipulating; bodily processes aren't exactly easy to hijack the way he does it. If he doesn't concentrate, it doesn't work. If he's drunk, chances are high that he won't be able to do much.
This ability is also useful as a sensory ability, as Damian is able to tell where people are based on their hormonal impulses. This part of the ability can be turned on and off at will; otherwise, he would probably be overwhelmed with the constant feedback. However, if there is a group of people crowded together, he will only be able to tell what direction they are coming from, not exactly how many there are due to the blend of hormones coming from various people.
This ability also makes emotionally-affecting powers and lies practically negligible against him, and gives him a higher resistance against psychologically-affecting powers as well (as long as he knows that he is being affected; if the power is not immediately noticeable, such as memory reading, etc., he will not be able to protect himself). However, Cupid's Aura affects other emotional/psychological power-type users less as well.
This power is less potent and less controllable when he is completely smashed on alcohol, and if he uses it too much, it'll end up backfiring on himself. Scaring yourself does not make for a good interrogation tactic. As of now, he does not have much practice with this power, so he can mostly just make people slightly happier/scared.
Overall:
1. Damian can manipulate emotions via brain chemistry slightly; so far, the most he can do is give a small shot of dopamine or a small shot of adrenaline. Any more and it will backfire on him.
2. He can sense other people's locations and feelings based on their hormones, but in a crowd all of them will blend together. This part of the power can be turned on and off at will.
3. Cupid's Aura gives him resistance to emotional/psychological powers used on him, but will affect other emotional/psychological power-type users as well.
4. He has to concentrate on what he's manipulating; bodily processes aren't exactly easy to hijack the way he does it. If he doesn't concentrate, it doesn't work. If he's drunk, chances are high that he won't be able to do much.
Damian has complete control over various magical decks of cards that he keeps on him at all times. At passing glance they appear to be normal decks of cards, collected by a casual gambler, but each deck of cards has a different purpose, known only to Damian. The only way to tell is by the patterns on the back of the cards. Each card is marked in a certain way that can really only be seen if scrutinized carefully, but Damian has had much practice using each card for its purpose and can therefore tell immediately which type of card he has in his hand. These cards cannot be torn, dampened, etc.; for all intents and purposes natural eroders such as wind and water do not affect them. However, if someone aims to purposely damage the cards with supernatural powers, their resistance will be reduced to less than half the original.
Species Abilities: N/A
These are the cards that act as Damian's eyes and ears, the ones that act most like they are living beings. They can be stuck anywhere to gather information in one spot or be set free to see what they pick up. The whisperings and pictures can be sent directly into Damian's sleeping mind, and he will immediately know where each card is, but when he is awake, he has to actively retrieve the information from each card by concentrating on its location. Sometimes he can't reach the card at all, so he has to knock himself out somehow.
While awake, for every 2 cards he uses, he needs a full post cooldown. This includes both sending and retrieving cards and receiving information from them (for example, if he sends a card out while awake, and then receives information from three cards, he cannot contact any of them for 2 posts. If he uses 8 cards in a single post, he will need a 4 post cooldown, etc. If he uses 7 cards, he will still need 4 posts.) The total limit of cards he can have out and collecting information at any one time is 15.
While asleep, there is no cooldown time as Damian is able to focus all his (lucid-dreaming) energy on sorting through information on his cards. However, he is unable to retrieve or send out new cards.
While awake, for every 2 cards he uses, he needs a full post cooldown. This includes both sending and retrieving cards and receiving information from them (for example, if he sends a card out while awake, and then receives information from three cards, he cannot contact any of them for 2 posts. If he uses 8 cards in a single post, he will need a 4 post cooldown, etc. If he uses 7 cards, he will still need 4 posts.) The total limit of cards he can have out and collecting information at any one time is 15.
While asleep, there is no cooldown time as Damian is able to focus all his (lucid-dreaming) energy on sorting through information on his cards. However, he is unable to retrieve or send out new cards.
Species Abilities: N/A
Huh? Me? You want to hear my story?
*rustling, supposedly nodding*
Well, I suppose it can't be helped… But this is some classified information, you know?
*mumbling*
Ah, really? Well in that case, I suppose I can make an exception for you and your friends.
*more mumbling*
Hm, well, let's see. Where do I begin? I was the third son, the youngest son, of a businessman, Gu Chang Ryul, you heard of him?
*mumbling*
Ah, well I guess not then. I'm surprised though, he's real big in Korea right now, something about a scandal with a younger woman. Not surprised about that though. Anyways, he didn't really treat me like a son; I was more like a kid he found wandering around in the house and decided to clean up and keep as a pet. I was a pretty cute child back then, after all. My mother was the one who really loved me; she didn't agree with how my father favored my two older brothers. It was like we were two different families; me and my mother, and my father and my brothers.
When I was eleven, my mother got a divorce from my father and moved to America. She got custody of me, and my father didn't even bat an eyelash. Of course I was terribly unhappy to be uprooted and moved to a new place, but after that I figured that this was what made my mother happy, moving away from her ex-husband and into a new life.
America was where my mother met a new man, Samuel Heo. He was half Korean, half American, and was moderately well off in terms of money, but was infinitely kinder than my birth father. They got married the month before my 13th birthday. That same year I gave myself the name Damian, tired of American teachers struggling over two simple syllables, Ji Ho. It sounded wrong in their accents, and I appreciated the effort, but it just seemed simpler to let them have an easier time calling on me in class.
When I turned 14 I went back to Korea for high school, just as my step-father had. This was when I met my best friend for life, Kim Seo Woon. He was so different from me; quiet, aloof, and overall terrible with girls-
*giggle*
-but he was my friend. We did just about everything together. I-I- um- well, yeah, anyways, just as we were about to graduate, I heard my mother and step-father had died in a car crash, a freak accident. I went back to America for a couple weeks, sticking around for a bit after the funeral.[/FONT]
I got the letter from Starlight Academy when I was crashing at my aunt's house, on my step-dad's- well, he was more of a dad than my birth-father ever was- on my step-dad's side. Said I got accepted to the Academy, talked about some magical island, the whole shebang. Of course, I wanted to go, had nothing else left for me after all, except for Seo Woon. I didn't just want to leave without telling him where I went; I kind of wanted to sneak him in too. A school full of people with magic powers, man, that's something you have to show your best friend. So I went back to Korea, only to find Seo Woon gone. He had disappeared without a trace. Anyone I asked knew nothing, except for one person: his mother. She too was on her deathbed from a weak heart, but she mentioned that Seo Woon got accepted to a special school, something called Star Academy or something.
So I immediately left right after her funeral (geez, makes you wonder what my best bro was doing, ditching his mom like that. Two funerals within the same month for me wasn't making me feel so good but his mom. Man. She was a great mom, almost like a third parent looking after me.), came to these islands, and despite the extremely small population, and even smaller college classes, I have yet to find him.
*mournful chuckling*
*murmuring*
Psh, you think I'm sad? No, no. I'm merely remembering old memories.
*more murmuring*
The pleasure is mine, miss. Thank you for letting me reveal myself for once. And now that you've heard it all, I'm going to have to silence you…
*muffled thump*
What? No, I'm not going to kill you, who do you think I am? No, I just want you to give me that tape…. Yes, the one you're hiding in your coat pocket. Give it here.
*rustling*
Good. Now remember this.
I know who you are, where you live, all your friends, the color of the butterfly necklace lying at the bottom of your desk drawer, and where it came from. Tell anyone about me? You'll get these secrets turned out to the world and I can guarantee you'll never see the light of day again. Understand?
*mumbled assent*
Good. Now get going, there's no more need for you to stay in here, is there?
*muffled thumping and the slam of a door*
*whistling*
END OF TAPE
*rustling, supposedly nodding*
Well, I suppose it can't be helped… But this is some classified information, you know?
*mumbling*
Ah, really? Well in that case, I suppose I can make an exception for you and your friends.
*more mumbling*
Hm, well, let's see. Where do I begin? I was the third son, the youngest son, of a businessman, Gu Chang Ryul, you heard of him?
*mumbling*
Ah, well I guess not then. I'm surprised though, he's real big in Korea right now, something about a scandal with a younger woman. Not surprised about that though. Anyways, he didn't really treat me like a son; I was more like a kid he found wandering around in the house and decided to clean up and keep as a pet. I was a pretty cute child back then, after all. My mother was the one who really loved me; she didn't agree with how my father favored my two older brothers. It was like we were two different families; me and my mother, and my father and my brothers.
When I was eleven, my mother got a divorce from my father and moved to America. She got custody of me, and my father didn't even bat an eyelash. Of course I was terribly unhappy to be uprooted and moved to a new place, but after that I figured that this was what made my mother happy, moving away from her ex-husband and into a new life.
America was where my mother met a new man, Samuel Heo. He was half Korean, half American, and was moderately well off in terms of money, but was infinitely kinder than my birth father. They got married the month before my 13th birthday. That same year I gave myself the name Damian, tired of American teachers struggling over two simple syllables, Ji Ho. It sounded wrong in their accents, and I appreciated the effort, but it just seemed simpler to let them have an easier time calling on me in class.
When I turned 14 I went back to Korea for high school, just as my step-father had. This was when I met my best friend for life, Kim Seo Woon. He was so different from me; quiet, aloof, and overall terrible with girls-
*giggle*
-but he was my friend. We did just about everything together. I-I- um- well, yeah, anyways, just as we were about to graduate, I heard my mother and step-father had died in a car crash, a freak accident. I went back to America for a couple weeks, sticking around for a bit after the funeral.[/FONT]
I got the letter from Starlight Academy when I was crashing at my aunt's house, on my step-dad's- well, he was more of a dad than my birth-father ever was- on my step-dad's side. Said I got accepted to the Academy, talked about some magical island, the whole shebang. Of course, I wanted to go, had nothing else left for me after all, except for Seo Woon. I didn't just want to leave without telling him where I went; I kind of wanted to sneak him in too. A school full of people with magic powers, man, that's something you have to show your best friend. So I went back to Korea, only to find Seo Woon gone. He had disappeared without a trace. Anyone I asked knew nothing, except for one person: his mother. She too was on her deathbed from a weak heart, but she mentioned that Seo Woon got accepted to a special school, something called Star Academy or something.
So I immediately left right after her funeral (geez, makes you wonder what my best bro was doing, ditching his mom like that. Two funerals within the same month for me wasn't making me feel so good but his mom. Man. She was a great mom, almost like a third parent looking after me.), came to these islands, and despite the extremely small population, and even smaller college classes, I have yet to find him.
*mournful chuckling*
*murmuring*
Psh, you think I'm sad? No, no. I'm merely remembering old memories.
*more murmuring*
The pleasure is mine, miss. Thank you for letting me reveal myself for once. And now that you've heard it all, I'm going to have to silence you…
*muffled thump*
What? No, I'm not going to kill you, who do you think I am? No, I just want you to give me that tape…. Yes, the one you're hiding in your coat pocket. Give it here.
*rustling*
Good. Now remember this.
I know who you are, where you live, all your friends, the color of the butterfly necklace lying at the bottom of your desk drawer, and where it came from. Tell anyone about me? You'll get these secrets turned out to the world and I can guarantee you'll never see the light of day again. Understand?
*mumbled assent*
Good. Now get going, there's no more need for you to stay in here, is there?
*muffled thumping and the slam of a door*
*whistling*
END OF TAPE
