Damian Reagan

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Damian Reagan


PB: Christian Bale

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~*Full Name:
Damian Reagan
~*Alias:

~*Age:
32
~*Race:
Human
~*Gender:
Male

*Appearance: (at least one paragraph)
Damian stands at around six foot three and has medium dark brown hair. over the years he's been building up his bodies strength due to his training with Arianna. He likes to keep his body in peak conditions so he keeps to a strict diet and various exercise such as running weightlifting and acrobatics. Due to spending time with his mentor she had abused his body until he had met some of the peak performance issues that she required out of him and she also trained his mind as well as his body. He has a few body scares around his legs and back but nothing too noticeable that people concern themselves with.

~*Personality: (at least one - two paragraphs)
Damian has two distinct personalities, on one hand is the life he leads as a wealthy playboy who some people believe is a self absorbed idiot using his money furiously. Although he likes to come of independent and have a need for social acceptance this is to better hide his own secrets. He likes to play the fool, he will often at time appear friendly to those close to him This is more of a bittersweet trait to inherit from family, honesty, the thing that will either win points with many or create enemies like no other. Damian is a guy that is bluntly honest and will not care if feelings get hurt in the process.

Having lost his family Damian clings to the only thing he has left of them, memories. He tends not to forget things and always seems to dwell on the past at certain points in his life. Damian has overcome fear and sees it as a way to set himself apart from the majority of the people he has come into. He tends to not get emotionally attached to people as he prefers his solitude more than the company of friends. When around in public he will pretend to have good social standing with most people but this is all just part of his ruse.

Having studied from various sources over the years he has built up a high intelligence that allows him to overcome most problems quite successfully unless he gets stumped than he will consume himself until he's cracked whatever it was that had been bugging him. He is a thinker at heart he tends to keep to strategy rather than fighting everything that moves. Damian plans ahead for most situations that's why he is usually able to get the upper hand against an opponent due to his think first nature.

Damian suffers from a complex that means he has to be the best in his field of work, even if that means putting himself in danger to succeed he'd do it in hearts notice he's a man that is willing to sacrifice everything to meet his goals. Then you have the other-side to Damian more a less the real side of him and not the mask of Damian Reagan he tends to wear. The truth is he is a dark and mysterious figure who has a personal sense of high moral values and is less tolerate to criminals. This is the true side to him..

His inner soul is really a hero who likes to help those that can't help themselves and that's why he pretends to live this glamorous lifestyle of Damian Wayne so he can secretly masquerade around as his own hero. Once Damian shifts persona's into his alter ego he tends to think more rationally than his civilian self. He's quick to come to work problems out and still tends to keep the life of solitude but he feels at peace when he's working as the man who keeps things in order. Damian is one who likes to defy authority and peruse his own action of what is right and what is wrong.

He's a brave person that thrusts himself into danger on a daily basis, Damian is also very arrogant and would rather do it himself than ask people for help he feels it degrades himself when he is seeing looking for help and sees it as a weakness. Damian is confident in his own abilities as a person after having himself physically abused by his mentor.



~*History: (two paragraphs minimum)
Damian Reagan was born on February 9th in the city of New York, He was the son of Liam Reagan and Leslie Reagan, he had no other siblings and was treated like the apple of his parents eyes - His father ran his own technology firm that had been dealing with some of the upmarket new gadgets and had always cared about the people who worked for him, he'd been using his company to take over smaller firms to provide more jobs for the people who had nothing. His mother was a doctor at the local hospital and she had always taught Damian that people should always have a high standard of morals and nobody is better than one single person.

His parents had treated him like their own little prince teaching him from an early age how to enjoy the importance of what was around him. He'd always liked to explore so when he had friends come over they would explore some of the woodlands that surrounded his family's home and he liked climbing the trees and jumping from branch to branch. One day was exploring close to the house and he'd found a ventilation shaft, being curious he'd pried it open and followed it until he fell through the grates into a dark hole, Damian had been unconscious for awhile and he'd wondered where he had fallen as he'd never seen a place like this before.. All he knew is that he was trapped in total darkness and he could hear the sounds of running water and the sounds of an animal rustling above him.

Damian had followed the sounds of the water holding onto his arm, he was in pain from knocking his arm out of place but he trudged through the water as best he could until he could see a shining light illuminating above him, it was one of the old wells that had been sealed up since before he was born as he looked back into the dark cave the sounds of the animals drew closer and a swarm of bats flew at him and then up into the light leaving Damian paralyzed in fear as he lay down in the darkened depths waiting to be rescued. Eventually his Mother and Father had discovered he was missing and found the ventilation shaft he'd followed, his father knowing that it led to one of the older wells prepped a ladder to go and rescue his son.

Damian had been having recurring nightmares of the past two years, due to his young age he wasn't sure what to make of his little encounter in the depths of the dark all he knew was that it had shook him to the very core. His father had proudly stepped into his room and announced to his son they were going to view the opening of his father's new company and that he wanted Damian to come along and take a look at how his dad worked.

Damian was excited as it had been his tenth birthday the week before and he was looking forward to getting to see the heart of the city for the first time. As the limo arrived outside of their family home Damian could hardly contain his excitement to be with his father on such an important business trip. As the night went on there had been various speeches and performances that had Damian on the edge of his seat and it was finally time for them to venture inside and see the new building of his father's empire. Damian had started to be anxious around so many people and sat in discomfort until his father took his sons hand and said they would head home. Damian stopped in the middle of the darkened sidewalk to tie his shoes up as his parents went closer towards the limo as Damian looked on a scruffy man had approached them and had run to see what was happening. As he got there the man grabbed him and threatened to shoot him had his mother and father not give him their valuables. Damian wriggled free as his father tried to disarm the shooter but was fatally shot, his mother began to scream as the man shot her two and ran away with her purse into the darkened night.

Damian sat between his parents bodies when his mother with her last breathes looked at him and told him not to worry and instead go on to do great things with his life.. and she died on the cold wet pavement. Damian sat there emotionless clinging to the hands of his dead parents alone on the sidewalk until someone had seen him and called the police. A part of Damian had died in that alley along with his parents his own innocence he was left in a state of turmoil and broken heartedness. He sat alone in the police station, the news had spread fast and he was left alone while people had tried to get information on the situation. As he sat there a person had tried to reach Damian on an emotional level reassuring him that it wasn't the end of his world and promptly told him that they had caught the man responsible but Damian didn't say a word he just broke down into tears until he was escorted home.

Damian had been there at his parents funeral, he watched as men his father worked with told him that everything was going to be okay and ready for him when he was more mature and grown up. Damian had been left alone in his parents' home with a guide to watch over him.. He'd grown dismal about being there and left taking none of the belongings with him just his coat. Damian climbed out of his window using a rope he'd made from his bed sheets and escaped his dismal life looking to find his own way in life. Damian had been living rough in the suburbs for a few weeks and he'd been living rough having to beg for change of passing pedestrians, one day he'd found a small market and it was pretty crowded he'd snuck in and visited some of the stalls and he quickly was able to fleece some bread and water without being caught. Damian wasn't proud of stealing but he had to do it to survive not by choice as he returned to his alleyway he'd made home.

Damian was caught in a dark alleyway one day when he had a flashback to the night his parents had been murdered when some people had come down into the alley.. They recognized him as the missing child and tried to capture him and return him for a reward. Damian fought with all his might and he was able to take down one of his attackers before the other had grabbed him. Damian tried with all his might and tried to struggle from the man until he was dropped to the floor as he scratched his head he saw his would be saviour kicking the shit out of the man with moves he'd never seen before.

The woman had taken Damian around the streets showing him a thing or two on how to steal and she had appeared somewhat kind to him, she finally formally introduced herself as Arianna Iverson and offered Damian a place to stay under the premise she would listen to her every word and learn anything she was going to willingly teach him. Damian had felt glad someone had taken an interest in him but he didn't want to grow attached after losing his own parents. At first glance Arianna had seemed kind to him she'd shown him some form of motherly affection but she never seemed to be home. And at the times she had been at the house she was teaching Damian different forms of martial arts, and various scrolls and old texts. She'd also given him a vast library of books to study..

He was fond of the practise she was putting him through as after the first year he was trained by Arianna and various people that she had hired to teach him different forms of combat and other attributes such as fencing and parkour. thought the months she had paid various tutors to teach him things from foreign langue to escapology. Damian had also learned how to drive a car at the age of sixteen and learn how to fly a helicopter. Some of her trainers had taught him other attributes and he'd learned how to track people by being forced to find his way around the dark woodland.

After an incident at learning to track Arianna had learned of Damian's fear of the darkness and had pitted him against it until he stopped fearing it and learned to embrace it, showing him it was nothing to be afraid of. Damian had been studying at an early age college that Arianna had enrolled him into, in his spare time when he wasn't learning the other things she had him do he liked to fix up his motorcycle that he put time and effort into. Damian had always kept tabs on what his old life was like secretly.. But deep down he knew she was always watching him so he played the good adopted son and listened to her every word and took the beatings she gave him knowing they would make him bigger and more resistant to attack.

Damian had finished most of his learning studies with half of his tutors having left after he had passed his exams he was finally getting to the end of his learning and he still participated in combat with the other instructors he'd learned a many different martial arts of the years with Arianna. Over the course of his adolescence Arianna gave him various health supplements and vitamins that had was required to take regularly to keep his diet in order.. Damian had finally turned twenty three and Arianna left him on his own after leaving him a parting gift of his training blade and a duffle-bag full of cash. Damian stepped out into the cold streets once more, he didn't care that she'd abandoned him he'd taken what she had taught him and he was going to put it into practise, Returning to his family home all these years it'd been overgrown and covered with dust. He called some people to restore it as he dropped his bags off in the house he looked out towards the garden and he thought back to when he was a kid... Justice would be served and he was going to serve it.
Damian returned to his father's business after the company had declared him dead, he surprised the current owner by stating he'd work there under the premise that he could work with some of the reject projects. Damian spent the next three years amassing some of the equipment down there for his own personal use as he finally re-took the company over. Standing in his office he looked out of the glass window and opened up a small compartment safe and pulled out the black cape.. It was time, He had been trained and now he was going to going down a path of vengeance sure he'd have enemies and friends along the way but nothing not even Arianna could erase the pain that had left him emotional all those years ago, He'd spent his money wisely on procuring all the equipment he would need to start his personal war against crime and such manners he was finally ready Arianna had taught him to embrace his fear and now he was going to bring the fear to those that got in the way of his conquest.


~*RP Sample:

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Dante flew through the decaying debris, she was close.. But still a little off from him and he'd been setting up traps for when she'd finally come for him. Dante had left string traps through some of the door ways. Dante had watched the beast fly through the wall and he'd used this opportunity to set himself up with the vantage points he'd needed. He darted between the pillars standing centre firing arrows off at her like a crazy man... The fumes had began to cloud.. He'd moved to the next pillar. "Y'know i once used to play a game as a kid with my father... It was hide and seek but we had toy guns... It's kind of like this but I'm not playing games with my father... I'm with an utter bitch." Dante cussed as he stepped out from the next pillar taking aim and firing at her. He moved swiftly enough to probably disorient her so she'd not be able to pin his position to one exact location due to the smoke..

He'd heard the gun fire and discharge randomly.. He'd felt one bullet pierce through him.. But he wasn't concerned where all that matters was that he could still move, he yelped out in pain but continued through the pillars firing arrows at her untill he heard one of his traps be sprung. He wasn't sure if she'd tripped but he was firing arrows through the smoke like nobody's business.The smoke had finally cleared and he could finally see that beast.. She looked human.. But the truth was she was something much more than human.. He'd darted past the pillar parts of the hotel leading her towards a small room that had glass outlining it he was amazed it hadn't been smashed as the demon came closer he fired and arrow into the glass and it shattered and he took the time to quickly slammed his foot through kicking a large group of shards towards his own personal Satan.

Dante observed as the glass flew at her but he had no time to see what had happened with it but he'd assumed she'd taken the brunt of his attacks. Dante had been fighting poorly towards his attacker but he didn't care, everything was at stake and he didn't care if he lived he was fighting recklessly and this would be his downfall. Dante corrected his course running through a beam and knocking it down in its weakened state. Debris had be began falling he didn't care. Not even the slightest. Dante charged at her knocking himself off balance and smashing into various bits of wood as he'd tried to tackle her. He'd fallen to the floor and stumbling getting back up.. This was it.. All or nothing.. Humanity Vs Beast... either way humanity was fighting a losing battle but all that he could depend on was Hope.

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Optional

*Likes:
Helping Others
Driving Fast Cars
Keeping Fit
Bettering Himself

*Dislikes:
Criminals
Grief
Commitment

*What you want to see happen to your character: Plotted Stuff out with Luna, but anything else is okay.
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