DAMON, Shaun Mitchel

[SHAUN MITCHEL DAMON]

( * AND HE SMILES AND MAKES BELIEVE )
shaun said he'd never leave

( * THE STAGE IS SET AND THERE IS NO TURNING BACK NOW )
the puppet master .

[/b] and i guess i have some pet names but that's the name i like. anyways, i've been pulling these strings for seven years and you don't know how many puppets i've made dance. it's hard when we're all on these different times, and so you know that i'm not some lunatic who's never on, i'm on eh? so there you are! oh, right, i almost forgot! sometimes you can catch me impersonating sephora and i'm loving it too! you need proof of my puppetry skills? fine! i swear, you're gonna be amazed, though.

see sephora, plz.

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( * AND I CAN PROMISE YOU I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO FORGET )
the character basics .

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[/color] FULL NAME :
Shaun Mitchel Damon. Shaun, I don’t fucking know, just a name. who gives a fuck anyways? Mitchel was my no good father’s name. Fuckin hate it.
--- * NICKNAMES :
Shaun. Call me anything else and I’ll rip your tongue out and shove it up your ass.
--- * AGE :
Really about 79, but I look 22.
--- * DATE OF BIRTH :
March 23rd, 1930
--- * GENDER :
What a stupid fucking question. Male, obviously.
--- * SEXUALITY :
Straight. I don’t fuck guys where people can see me
--- * RACE :
Atra fae. Call me a fairy and I’ll fuckin’ kill you.
--- * CANON / ORIGINAL ?
mmmm .

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( * MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL THIS IS HOW A HERO FALLS )
appearances are everything and nothing .

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[/color] PLAY BY :
M shadows, yum yum
--- * BODY TYPE :
I’m fucking built. I work out all the time, I’ve got killer abs and arms and shoulders. I could probably kill you with my bare hands if I wanted to.
--- * HEIGHT & WEIGHT :
Approximately six feet, three inches and sitting around 200 pounds
--- * HAIR :
Another stupid fucking question. Usually I buzz my hair. I’m not bald, but it’s short and dark. I always wear a cap over it anyways.
--- * EYES :
Why don’t you come gaze into them and tell me? Kidding, I’m not a fucking faggot. They’re brown. Just brown. Some green flecks. I don’t sit around looking at my eyes in the mirror, christ.
--- * UNIQUE FEATURES :
I’ve got a shitload of tattoos. On my chest, all up my arms and my back. I’ve got a couple of scars from fights and whatever, although I don’t think any of them are really obvious. Lip piercing.
--- * SHORT OVERALL :
I’m a big guy. Fucking built, sitting at around 200 pounds and I easily tower over a lot of people. I don’t have any wings, I’m not a goddamn fairy. I don’t go around sprinkling pussy dust all over people. I’ve got my lip pierced, have for years. I have more tattoos than I can count. They cover my arms and shoulders and a good portion of my chest. My hair and eyes aren’t really important. I don’t want you to fucking identify me in a line up. I always wear my aviators, mostly because I’m fucking stoned a lot.

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( * I LAUGHED WHEN YOU SAID THAT WORDS ARE ONLY WORDS )
everybody has a personality .

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[/color] LIKES / TURN ONS :
Weed, rough sex, slaves, getting what I want, money, drugs, booze, being stoned, aviators, working out, sadism/masochism, winning, owning people, big dogs, being on my own, metal, guns, brass knuckles, all that shit
--- * DISLIKES / TURN OFFS :
Disobedience, losing, having no money, no drugs, people lipping off to me, my mom, my step dad, when my sisters are irritating, no sex, having to work too hard for sex, not having my questions answered, people who think they know more than me, being called a fucking fairy.
--- * STRENGTHS / WEAKNESSES :
I’m fucking awesome. Physically strong, I win in fights all the time. I can look after myself. I’m not afraid of shit. I have experience. I don’t back down from shit, and what I say goes. That’s the end of it.

I don’t like to admit I’m weak. I’m stubborn as shit and arrogant, I know that for sure. I do a lot of drugs, although they don’t seem to affect me as much as they would a mortal. I can be a fucking asshole.
--- * FEARS :
First off, say this to ANYONE and I will make sure you never talk again, and that’s a promise.

I’m afraid of emotions. I don’t like to admit that I care about anybody. But I’m also afraid of being alone forever. I’m afraid of being beat up real bad if I lost a fight. Usually I just use the gat or brass knuckles. I’m afraid of being stupid.
--- * PERSONALITY :
Arrogant, obnoxious, rude, tough, hardened, druggie, vicious, violent, moody, biting, sarcastic, critical, emotionally scarred, has the ability to be nice.

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( * AND BEHIND THESE EYES ARE MY TRUTHS AND LIES )
history is an explanation .

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[/color] PARENTS :
MOTHER- Roxanna Damon, Deceased
FATHER- Mitchel Damon, 200, atra fae
STEP-MOTHER- Diedre Damon, 250, atra fae
--- * SIBLINGS :
Anissa Damon, 78
Tabitha Damon, 76
Alouette Damon, 74
Kiera Damon, 70
Rowen Damon, 69
Felicity Damon, 67
--- * LOVERS :
n/a
--- * PETS :
Dozer, rottweiler, 7
Rocky, pitbull, 5
--- * OVERALL HISTORY :
I was born a long fucking time ago to Roxanna Damon and Mitchel Damon. I was their first kid, and after me they had six daughters. I grew up with six sisters and it was annoying as fuck. So, whatever, My childhood isn’t that interesting. I was a stubborn fucking kid. I loved my mom but my dad and I never got along. He was always tougher on me than he was on the girls. He’d slap me around, beat me up good a couple of times and gave me bruises. It broke my mother’s hear, but she died not to long after Felicity was born. I was annoyed that I had to stay with my dad because I fucking hate him, but I sucked it up. He married some stupid whore not long after that and I started to rebel. I started doing drugs and shit, got fucked up. One day I came home fucked up and we got into a fist fight on the front lawn. I broke his nose, busted his lip and broke eight of his ribs and he kicked me out of the house. I was only 16 then, I had no income, no purpose or direction. I took up drug dealing. It worked fine for me. I lived on the streets in a goddamn cardboard box for a bit, but the drugs brought in enough money for a nice place. I’m a goddamn fucking drug lord. I do what I want when I want. I’ve always got my brass knuckles and gun on me and I still deal drugs. I’ve dabbled in the mortal realm but now I’m settled in the atra court. It’s nice here. I think I’ll stay.
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( * OUR FINAL MOMENTS ARE THE ONE WE USE THE FULLEST )
the other little stuff .

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[/color] RULES ARE THERE FOR A REASON :
see seph.
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( * CREDITS ! )
ohwhoah .

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