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The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

Damien

Damien swore that he wasn't going to come in late anymore. He was going to change his ways; become a model citizen, dress semi-professionally, and quit vaping. He knew that at one point he legitimately believed those lofty goals could be achieved, but now, yeah, no one believed that.

He opened his eyes. It was dark out, too dark out. Instantly he knew he had overslept, again. This was becoming a trend of his. Fighting the urge to pull back up the covers and sleep for an extra three hours, he hazily rose out of bed and got ready. If anyone questioned him he would tell them that he got ready as quickly as he could, even when this definitely wasn't the case.

Damien still found himself groggy as he pulled into the parking lot of the coffee shop. He would normally try to keep from yawning, but what's the use? Everyone could probably guess why he came into work late anyways. The sky was pitch black- signaling the true start of his late night work shift.

He entered the shop's door to find the usual faces gathered there. Matina, Ursula, April...he continued listing his co-workers names in his head as he spotted them. He hoped he could slip in quietly and no would notice his absence, besides, it seemed like most of them were already caught up in shenanigans of their own.

The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

Damien

Name: Damien Chattaway

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Ethnicity:Japanese/Cacausian

Sexuality: Gay

Year: 3

Appearance: Damien's certainly someone you could pick out in a crowd- especially at a place like Whiteboroughs. The first thing one might notice about this young man is his brightly coloured hair. Naturally, his hair is black, but Damien thinks his natural hair colour is very boring, so he enjoys changing it up and dying it. He's probably tried every colour at least once- but tends to like dying his hair purple the most. His hair is medium in length, but he tends to keep it pulled up most of the time, with just his bangs hanging out.

He's around 6’2 tall and slightly lanky in build. Despite his tendency to slack around, he's quite fit. Though, he’s not exactly muscular, but appears toned. He has a pretty angular face with his features being further accentuated with bold makeup. He wears piercings and has a small silver nose ring. His complexion (while not completely flawless, has the illusion of appearing so thanks to his two best friends, foundation and concealer) is a mellow beige colour with warm sandy undertones. In contrast, his eyes are a cool, dark brown hue.

Damien is torn between wearing clothes that are super comfortable, and wearing what he deems as fashionable. He has a love for sweatpants, oversized hoodies, and slip on sandals, but also loves wearing flowy blouses, striped pants, and other garments that are more likely to be found in the women’s section of Macy's.

Personality: Damien has a flair for the dramatic, he doesn't mean to play up to the flamboyant gay man stereotype, but he acknowledges that he falls into it regardless. It's rare to see him acting serious, and it doesn't appear like he takes life very seriously either. Spending sprees, wild gambling, speeding down the highway late at night, hasty get-togethers (and even hastier departures) as well as other reckless behaviors mark up his past. Despite all this, he has a relaxed demeanor that belies his adventurous spirit.

He's very chummy and doesn't react well to being alone for long periods of time. He has to find someone to keep him company, and can come off as being needy or shallow. The weird thing is that while he practically demands companionship, he also equally values his own freedom and individual expressionism, and won't take well towards those who try to impede or restrict him in those regards. Otherwise, he's an open-minded individual who isn't very picky when it comes to company (though they might mind his sharp tongue on occasion)

Backstory:Damien had a relatively normal childhood: he never knew his father, but doesn't really have an itching to seek him out, he had a stable, if slightly distant relationship with his mom, and an older half-brother who Damien still isn't sure he understands completely, despite growing up with him all his life.

Needless to say, with his reckless attitude, he fell in with a rough crowd of kids in his teenage years. Leaving that circle was hard for him to do, as cutting people out of your life can often be, but Damien found that it was necessary. When he looks back at it now, being successfully enrolled at a nice 4-year college, Damien can only fathom what would have happened if he never left.

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The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

@BleedingLover Haha, you bet. Randall better be good at those comebacks though, Damien enjoys a good roasting session. Nothing like a witty lover.

The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

Here's my form.

Damien

Name: Damien Chattaway

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Ethnicity:Japanese/Cacausian

Sexuality: Gay

Year: 3

Appearance: Damien's certainly someone you could pick out in a crowd- especially at a place like Whiteboroughs. The first thing one might notice about this young man is his brightly coloured hair. Naturally, his hair is black, but Damien thinks his natural hair colour is very boring, so he enjoys changing it up and dying it. He's probably tried every colour at least once- but tends to like dying his hair purple the most. His hair is medium in length, but he tends to keep it pulled up most of the time, with just his bangs hanging out.

He's around 6’2 tall and slightly lanky in build. Despite his tendency to slack around, he's quite fit. Though, he’s not exactly muscular, but appears toned. He has a pretty angular face with his features being further accentuated with bold makeup. He wears piercings and has a small silver nose ring. His complexion (while not completely flawless, has the illusion of appearing so thanks to his two best friends, foundation and concealer) is a mellow beige colour with warm sandy undertones. In contrast, his eyes are a cool, dark brown hue.

Damien is torn between wearing clothes that are super comfortable, and wearing what he deems as fashionable. He has a love for sweatpants, oversized hoodies, and slip on sandals, but also loves wearing flowy blouses, striped pants, and other garments that are more likely to be found in the women’s section of Macy's.

Personality: Damien has a flair for the dramatic, he doesn't mean to play up to the flamboyant gay man stereotype, but he acknowledges that he falls into it regardless. It's rare to see him acting serious, and it doesn't appear like he takes life very seriously either. Spending sprees, wild gambling, speeding down the highway late at night, hasty get-togethers (and even hastier departures) as well as other reckless behaviors mark up his past. Despite all this, he has a relaxed demeanor that belies his adventurous spirit.

He's very chummy and doesn't react well to being alone for long periods of time. He has to find someone to keep him company, and can come off as being needy or shallow. The weird thing is that while he practically demands companionship, he also equally values his own freedom and individual expressionism, and won't take well towards those who try to impede or restrict him in those regards. Otherwise, he's an open-minded individual who isn't very picky when it comes to company (though they might mind his sharp tongue on occasion)

Backstory:Damien had a relatively normal childhood: he never knew his father, but doesn't really have an itching to seek him out, he had a stable, if slightly distant relationship with his mom, and an older half-brother who Damien still isn't sure he understands completely, despite growing up with him all his life.

Needless to say, with his reckless attitude, he fell in with a rough crowd of kids in his teenage years. Leaving that circle was hard for him to do, as cutting people out of your life can often be, but Damien found that it was necessary. When he looks back at it now, being successfully enrolled at a nice 4-year college, Damien can only fathom what would have happened if he never left.

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Breakfast University of Magic

So they were going to the forest, finally. Everyone was amiably talking and making conversation when La'Tavia came up and abruptly announced that they should all go out to the forest now. Damien fell in the back, tagging along, but not in too much of a hurry. He was excited sure, but not that excited.

There were these trees in front of the forest. Damien was going to stroll right past them without another glance, but La'Tavia decided to talk to them. He paused and sure enough, as he continued to look at them, he realized that these were no ordinary trees. They had eyes. As one could expect, the trees didn't like La'Tavia's brashness and most everyone in the group was pulled to their necks in dirt. They didn't seem to take notice of Damien, at least not that he could tell. He had hung back far enough from La'Tavia to escape being rooted to the spot. He stifled a laugh as the students were helplessly stuck there. This school was certainly interesting.

Damien put a finger to his chin, trying to think of what to do now. The talking trees didn't sound like they were open to negotiations, as evidenced by Rhea and Viola's failed pleas. As he sat back, thinking about what to do, another student, separate from the group, came to the clearing and showed what looked to be a permit. The trees seemed to accept this and they opened the gate for her and she ran through. He thought he could see a chance opening up before himself and he was half-tempted to make a bolt for it and speed through the gate behind the girl, but he shook the thought away. No, I can't possibly make a break for it without the trees catching me. I don't have the materials on me to make a fake permit either, hmmm. He pulled out his vape and took a drag. He thought about just leaving them behind, but then he remembered Rhea. I can't leave her here. He sat down, stumped. Maybe Liors can come up with something.

Breakfast University of Magic

Damien had gone through the rest of his juul pod during the time they were idly standing there and talking. He chided himself once again for going through his pods so quickly. Of course he had another one, mint flavored, in his pocket. He fished it out and resumed vaping once more. A trip to the store might be in order soon.

Back to the present, Damien had almost forgotten what he was doing out here in the first place. He would've left everyone to chat amongst themselves except for the fact that he couldn't think of anything better to do. That, and the uncomfortable realization that he would be alone, made him quickly push the thought of leaving out of his head. At least here he felt like he had company.

Then suddenly, Nulong, as he believed she briefly introduced herself as before being promptly plastered in the face with an egg, came up behind Zane. Now, Damien didn't know Nulong very well, but he could bet that she was probably here to exact some sort of vengeance for what happened earlier. She had an intimidating demeanor about her and Damien took a small step back - he wasn't getting entangled in this.

Turning his attention to the black haired guy, who introduced himself as William, Damien's eyebrows arched slightly, "Story magic?" A wry smile spread across his face, "I never knew being an author was a branch of magic. Let me guess, J.K Rowling goes here too."

As more of an afterthought, Damien decided to introduce himself as well, "Oh yeah, my name's Damien. It's a pleasure meeting you, William, but is there any way we can speed this whole process up?" He waved his hand around, "I thought we'd be at the forest by now."

Breakfast University of Magic

@Letter Bee @QueenNugget

Damien was glad to finally get moving. Sure, he liked to plan, but he was starting to get a hair impatient with the pace this deliberation was going. What he didn't (but probably should've, he noted in hindsight) expect was William. He felt a smile tug at the corner of his lips,
"I'd go stand next to a handsome guy too, 'cept for the fact that there aren't any here."
Damien wanted to remain stone-faced, but after he said that, his face broke out into a grin. He casted a glance at Will,
"Oh wait, nevermind. Guess I didn't see you there." He moved closer next to him as he said that.

As soon as Damien moved closer to Will, he felt his phone vibrate. It was Rhea. He read the text in a nanosecond and then looked up to find her, but she was facing away from him. He typed his response(s) quickly:
"I've never met someone so infatuated so fast"
"Shoulda known with the way he kept lookin at me"
"Absolutely smitten"
"Not as tall as I'd like"
"But I'm willing to give it a chance"
"He's pretty hot"

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Damien tried his best to keep up with everyone pitching in their ideas about getting into this forest. Something about using magic, secret passages, a random tidbit about Excalibur? Wasn't that a sword? He thought he saw a Disney movie about some sword called Excalibur being pulled out of stone by some kid or something. Sword In The Stone? He couldn't remember it very well, though he supposed it didn't matter that much to him, either.

"So...we're gonna sneak through the secret passages to the forest?" Damien said, trying to piece everything together. "Sounds good to me." He took another drag off his vape.

Breakfast University of Magic

@Letter Bee

Damien could feel his agitation rising until finally, people started getting up. He was about to get up himself when the new guy turned and offered to help him up. Without any hesitation, Damien grabbed his hand and pulled himself up.
"Ey, thanks. What's your name again? I don't think I've met you before," Damien brushed the dust off his hoodie and tried to fix up his hair again, but soon gave up. "We were about to go off to the forest – or whatever the hell the place with the fairies is at, do you know how to get there?" Now that he was standing, he could get a better look at the new guy, and noticed he had black hair and similarly colored eyes. At this point he also remembered that his hands were now free, and he pulled out his vape.

Breakfast University of Magic

At one point in time, Damien was standing next to Rhea, the next thing he knew, he was sprawled out onto the ground. "Shit!" He said a little louder than he would've wanted. Damien glanced around, trying to get his bearings. He tried to reach over to his pocket for his vape, but his arm was pinned. He sighed, bowing his head in a little sign of defeat.
While trying to elbow his way out from underneath the pile, he could hear Zane start talking to the new guy who came to the door. He was starting to feel exasperated, and this nagging headache certainly wasn't doing his temper any favors either. He narrowed his eyes slightly,
"Look, can we talk later? I'd like to get up."