WHITMOORE, damien jesse

[damien]

DAMIENJESSE WHITMOORE!
'i just want to be bad enough for you'

HEY THERE! SO, TELL US ABOUT YOU ... LET'S START OFF WITH THE BASICS. WHAT DO WE NEED TO KNOW?

"Well, I'm Damien Jesse Whitmoore. I'm twenty-two, turning twenty-three in February, and the oldest brother of four other kids. Obviously I am a male, if you don't believe me, I'd be more than happy to show you a bit later. But I suppose I should get through this interview first, right? Anyway, I have no nicknames unless you want to get under my skin and call me by my middle name. Oh, and to my closer friends, they call me Fireboy because I just so happen to be a... what do you call it? Firetamer. It's weird because I come from a family of merpeople, but I personally like being able to control deathly flames. It's exciting. Oh, right. I'm getting off topic aren't I? Well, I prefer sleeping with females. Guys aren't really my thing. And as for this whole war thing, I honestly couldn't care less. So I guess that means I'm neutral. Just don't fuck with me, okay? Because Then we'll have a problem."

SO, A LITTLE BIRDY TOLD ME THAT YOU ARE GORGEOUS. DESCRIBE YOURSELF.

"God, this is going to make me sound like one arrogant prick, but you asked for it. I'm a tall, muscular kind of guy because I do work out to make sure I'm fit and in shape. I'm around 6'4 height wise and around 182 pounds. I've got some pretty bright blue eyes. They've helped me a lot when it comes to winning over the girls. I do have a tattoo on my arm of a sailor. Don't ask me what it represents because I won't tell you. Anyway, erm, my hair is pretty long and I like it that way. It's also a brown or a really dirty blonde. You can be the judge of that. I've got a strong build, like I've said earlier, thanks to hours of working out. I mean, I know how to get myself into trouble so I have to make sure I can get myself out of it. Abs, strong arms, legs, all of that good stuff. What sort of things do I like to dress in? Anything nice really, but it has to have an edge to it. I'm not the kind of guy who's going to walk around in skinny jeans and tight shirts. I like things that show I have taste and class, but also I'm a bad ass. Oh, and people say I look like Nico Tortorella but I think they're all crazy. Is that good enough for you?"

I'M SURE YOUR PERSONALITY IS SOMETHING ELSE COMPLETELY. TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF, WE WANT TO KNOW YOU BETTER!

"God, you people have a lot of demands that need to be met, don't you? But I suppose I signed myself up for it, didn't I? I guess we'll start off with my likes and dislikes and take it from there. I playing with fire (obviously), women because they're just too easy for me to play with, working out because who wants to be a fat slob? That was three, right? Erm, I actually like reading. All sorts of books really. Whether they be fiction, historical, or just poetry. I love to keep myself educated and updated as well as to excercise my mind. Most people don't know this about me, but I actually cherish having an education because I don't want to be labeled as an idiot, unlike most people these days. All the young people seem to care about is going out and getting drunk. It's disgusting in my opinion. If you're going to act like a fool when you're drunk, you should at least have some sort of intelligence when you're sober. But perhaps that's just me. Anyway, the last thing I love is probably my family. I know they get on my nerves most of the time, but I do care for them dearly. My siblings are the only people I feel I can trust and truly be myself around. So there you have it. Those are the five things I like.

Hmm... now where to begin with my dislikes. Well, I absolutely hate ignorant people who have no idea what they're talking about. This sort of relates to my education peeve. Then there's girls who can't take a joke. I mean, why does everything have to be so personal? And then it turns into an argument and it's just mayhem. I also hate people who think they can walk all over me or any of my siblings. That's a big no no for me. You mess with my family or anyone I'm close to and I'll be forced to step in and make sure you leave them the hell alone. I guess you could say I'm protective in that sense. I'm always looking out for those who I've let get close to me.

Back to the dislikes. Hm... Well, I feeling trapped. Like, being in small spaces or if I'm put in a situation where I have only one option. It doesn't sit right with me because it makes me feel helpless and vulnerable. Two feelings I'm not all that friendly with. And then Last but not least I HATE being bossed around or pushed into doing something I do not want to do. Rules and I aren't the best of friends, which is why I break them all the time and why I'm not on anyone's side in this war. I don't like people preaching to me, telling me who I should hate or what I should do to help them. I will do what I want and no one will tell me otherwise. And if you think you can, well then you have another thing coming my friend. If you keep pushing me, I will snap and you'll see my lovely little temper which is fueled by the fire in my veins. Once you get me angry, you'll wish you'd never said anything in the first place.

Alright, now to give you a general idea of who I am as a person. Firstly, I hate talking about myself and pouring out every single detail about myself is making me feel a little uncomfortable. So as you can see, I've got myself a bit of a trust problem. I'm not sure why this is, but it's just how I am. I've built up a wall and this exterior personality to keep people off my back. On the outside I come off as a bit of an asshole because I am very much a sarcastic guy that seemingly only care about himself. I charm women because I know that I am a fairly attractive man and I have a way with words thanks to years of reading all sorts of books. I'll tell girls what they want to hear only to leave them the morning after because I'm secretly afraid of commitment. I don't think any girl can handle the sort of fucked up I am, so I don't bother to let them get close to me. Sure there are some cases when I'll get friendly with a girl I actually like, but I'll be really cautious when it comes to letting her get to know the real me. So I guess you could say love and trust are two of my weaknesses.

So on the outside you see a guy who likes trouble, breaks the rules, and all of that good stuff. But on the inside, I'm actually a pretty caring kind of guy. I love my family, I love reading, and I love just being able to relax. The only problem is, I don't like to show this softer side of myself because of my trust problem. Once you get to know me though, and break down my walls, you'll see that I'm fairly relaxed and genuinely charming. I become a great listener and a shoulder to cry on because I just like to be there to support the people I love. I know it's mushy and gross, which is why I try to hide it. But if you come to be crying, I'll have no choice but to let my hard, outer shell to melt away. It's terrible, but that's just how I am. I hope you're satisfied with all of this."

I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR HISTORY ... I'M SURE IT WILL BE INTRUIGING!

"I grew up in a pretty broken family. I have three other siblings, one older than me and two younger. My father died when we were all fairly young and this caused our mother to withdraw from our lives to wallow in her own self pity. Of course I cried for the loss of our father, but I had to learn how to toughen up and fast because there wasn't going to be anyone there for me except my older sister. I knew she could take care of everyone by herself, so I sucked it up and helped take on the role of a parent with her, taking care of our younger siblings. It was pretty messed up how fast I had to mature, but oh well. It's made me tougher and shaped the person I am today. Though, I'm not really sure if that's a good thing considering I've got all sorts of issues I have to work out, but that's beside the point.

Growing up, I was always the outcast of the family because of my rebellious ways and the fact that in a family of water lovers, i was a firetamer. We were never really sure how that happened, but we came to the conclusion that it had to do with recessive genes or something like that. That was fine with me though. I liked being able to play with fire rather than to grow a tail whenever I was in the shower or out swimming. But of course I had to be careful whenever I was around my family. Because of their merpeople issues, being around fire isn't something they're quite fond of.

Now that I myself am older, I don't spend as much time with my siblings anymore. I have my own life to lead and they have theirs. I still talk to them, yes, but not as much as I used to since they are all old enough to take care of themselves. Sometimes I'll visit my mother too, in desperate hopes that she'll break out of this slump she's been in for years, but that day has yet to come. So instead of worrying myself with them, I busy myself with my work. I work for a publishing company because of my love of writing and I'm rather happy with my job. But I also distract myself with things like women and alcohol. I don't drink and sleep around excessively because that isn't classy at all, but I do go out from time to time if I'm just having a really rough time."

AH, AND WHO IS THIS AMAZING MASTERMIND BEHIND THE LIKES OF YOU?

"erm... heya. I'm Blaise and I found you guys because of Nora. I have no other characters on the site, but I'm really excited to start plotting with everyone. I am sixteen years old and I live in the Eastern Timezone. I've been writing for about three years, so yes, I did start out at a pretty young age. But I love to write... so yeah!"

For the past few weeks, Noelle hadn't even thought of going out for Halloween. Yes, she'd always been a big fan of the holiday because she liked to dress up and test her creativity when it came to thinking of new costume ideas, but for the longest time she just hadn't been feeling up to going out. The only reasons why she ever left her apartment was to go to work or go grocery shopping. Her life had become painfully boring and dull since 'the incident'. Noelle hadn't been herself, that was obvious, but she'd just given up completely it had seemed. At least up until very recently. After having a lovely movie night with her dear friend, Micah, things seemed to have turned around for her. She felt like a few more pieces of herself had been glued back together. The constant fear that had been hanging over her head for the longest time lightened a little and the grey clouds were slowly floating away. Again she was getting into this dramatic crap, but it seriously was true. The redhead was starting to feel as if maybe things really were going to get better so long as she actually tried to make them better. Sitting at home in the dark wasn't going to get her anywhere, which was why she had actually agreed to go to the Night of Horrors with Micah. Actually, she'd even spent a good few days putting together her old lady costume. This was by far the most lively she'd been in a very long time.

Elle moved across her apartment, piecing together her outfit. She was wearing a long, floral print dress, a huge sweater/jacket thing, giant glasses, and way too much makeup. Her cheeks were stained a permanent red thanks to the blush she used, her eyes way too dramatic with the amount eye shadow she put on, and of course she went all out with the dark red lipstick. Noelle had transformed herself into your stereotypical old woman who was trying too hard to look young. She'd thought about buying herself a grey wig, but instead hid her vibrant hair underneath a yellow bonnet type thing. Honestly, she had no idea what most of this stuff was supposed to be, but it looked old to her so she just went with it. Actually, it looked so good that she couldn't help but to laugh a bit at herself when she looked in the mirror. But she was more excited to see what Micah had come up with.

Noelle smiled happily to herself at the thought of Micah. She wasn't exactly sure what she was supposed to label their relationship as because though they were still best friends, things had ended on a more... advanced note when they last hung out. I mean, they did kiss... so that must stand for something, right? She wanted to say they were a couple, but she wasn't really sure. What she did know, however, was that she was beyond happy because the two of them were talking and hanging out a lot more. It was kind of crazy how only a few weeks ago she was all doom and gloom and now she was a lot more cheery and it was all thanks to him. Seriously, that boy could work miracles.

Shortly after she pulled herself from her daydream there was a knock on the door. Noelle hardly bothered to hide her excitement. Instead, she grabbed her cane and eagerly opened the front door. "Well hey there, stud muffin. You're looking mighty handsome tonight." Elle flashed him a huge smile before covering her mouth and giggling at the sight of him. He looked perfect and hilarious all at the same time. "Just don't keep me out too late. I've got bingo early in the morning tomorrow. This time she nodded while attention to keep a straight face but failing miserably. She was just too damn happy and excited to keep the grin off of her face.

[EMILY]