Damien

Vibe: dark, dangerous, emotionally unavailable on sight. Hair: jet black, messy in a way that looks accidental but absolutely isn’t. Always falling into his face like he doesn’t bother fixing it—or doesn’t care enough to. Eyes: heavy-lidded, tired, sharp. The kind that look at you like they already know how this ends. Permanent “don’t test me” stare. Skin: warm-toned, slightly flushed cheeks. Looks like he’s always either angry, embarrassed, or one bad decision away from violence. Face: sharp jawline, full lips that stay in a natural pout. Zero softness in his expression unless he’s alone. Tattoos: neck and chest ink—dark, bold, intentional. They scream past mistakes and zero regrets. Style: black on black on black. Open shirt, harness detail, minimal effort but maximum threat. He dresses like rules don’t apply to him. Posture: tense, forward-leaning, like he’s always ready to step in—or step over someone. The guy with the black hair, tattoos, and “I’ve-seen-too-much” eyes. He’s the definition of walking red flag but make it hot. Sharp jawline, tired eyes, lips always pressed like he’s holding back words—or sins. The neck tattoo? Yeah, that’s not just for aesthetics. That’s lore. Cr1minal past? Underground fights? Family issues? All of the above, probably. He doesn’t talk much. When he does, it’s low, slow, and devastating. He falls in love by accident with Lexi and hates himself for it. Protective to a fault. Jealous but controlled. The kind of guy who would burn the world down quietly if someone hurts the person he loves. Catchphrase energy: “You shouldn’t be with someone like me.” He works for a gang with other guys (his bff is Regae) and girls (that Kapapo gang-dangerous and feared) He’s a student (high school or early college). But school is not his priority. On the side, he gets into things like: underground fights illegal street races shady jobs to make fast money or just… trouble in general