Your Name ∙ Renee
Contact Information ∙ MSN – iceblue_2840@hotmail.com
Time Zone ∙ USA – MST



Character’s Name ∙ Damien Selivan
Age ∙ 19
Gender ∙ Male
Residing ∙ Upmarket, in a room rented from a laundress
Character Class ∙ Rogue
Occupation ∙ Apprentice Butcher



Sexual Orientation ∙ Heterosexual
Gift /Sight/Wild Magic Abilities∙ None to speak of
Overall Personality ∙ At first glance, most would find Damien to be a very amiable and outgoing young man. He doesn’t shy away from new people and tends to make friends very quickly with those he meets for the first time. That, however, isn’t a guarantee that he will remain their friend. Being a Rogue, he knows many informants that can be hired (well, rather bribed) to scrounge up dirty tidbits about just about anyone. If he finds out a certain piece of information that perchance displeases him, say for example that they are enemies of the Rogue king, then he will either decide to estrange himself from them or maintain a semblance of friendliness until he discovers some use for them.

Damien has always been quick of mind, and that being said, he often makes witty, sarcastic remarks during conversation that are quite humorous in nature. Of course there have been times when humor was not the most ideal emotion in a certain situation, and awkward silences usually follow—something he rather dislikes. It’s mostly the fact that he hates to make mistakes which causes him to dislike the misfire of a joke. He is quite meticulous, a trait that serves him well in his work as a butcher and as a Rogue. Failure of any kind can cause him to become slightly withdrawn as he mulls over in his mind the endless possible ways that he could have bettered a situation. He won’t, however, let himself become sullen. It is his belief that a positive attitude will triumph over any kind of sticky mess, and so he strives to keep himself optimistic.

Being a young man, he does tend to enjoy time with womenfolk. He has never been one to lean towards the use of prostitutes, for he thinks them a waste of time and money. He considers it one of his few remaining shreds of decency to be able to reject one, and besides, he finds it much more fun to win the heart of a lady with charm and gentlemanly behavior—much like a game. That being said, he is by no means shy around women. His keen mind analyzes their varied personalities and attempts to decipher the reasons behind their many wiles. Damien finds it a challenge, as he does his work as a butcher, and he has always been one to enjoy a challenge. Being rejected by a woman can bother him a bit, for he considers it a failure, and with him, failure is not an option.

The nobility and upper-class folk of Corus have never bothered him in the least, unless of course they happen to discover his allegiance to the Rogue Court and try to have him arrested. It is then that he has been known to form grudges and make plans to have something of a malevolent nature mysteriously occur to his accuser. The same tends to happen to those who try to plot against the Rogue Court, which unfortunately happens to be fellow Rogues at times. When his plans are carried out (usually a kidnapping or ransom; it has even been known to be a murder in a few extenuating circumstances), it seems not to bother him. He merely continues on with his life, being as easygoing as before.



Height ∙ 6’ 0’’
Weight ∙ 165
Overall Appearance ∙ Damien is a healthy young man on the taller end of the height spectrum. He has well-toned muscles from his work as a butcher, mostly his shoulders, back and arms. Such muscles help in bar fights or scuffles with pickpockets. As far as his legs go, they are not trained for long bouts of running. Sprinting is much more his strength and quite valuable when a quick escape is necessary. Noting that he is an apprentice butcher, he often leaves his work with blood under his fingernails and his clothes reeking of dead animals. He doesn’t particularly wish to subject his landlady and fellow renters to such a display, so he usually washes in one of the public bathhouses and changes into a spare set of clothes he brings with him before returning home.

Beards not really being his style, Damien is clean-shaven all the time unless he hasn’t the time to take care of it, which is a rarity. His hair is brown and ear-length, and often messy despite his attempts to tame it. Mischievous hazel eyes are framed by straight brows around an average sized, straight nose. His jaw is masculine, but not so strong that it is his one distinguishable feature. Like most born in Tortall, he was pale-skinned. However, after one bad sunburn that seems to occur at the beginning of every summer, a light tan usually sets in. All together he is quite good-looking, and many women whom he decides to chase find themselves in his arms before too long.



Family ∙
Riana Selvian – Mother [living]
Christopher Selvian – Father [deceased]


Birthplace ∙ Port Legann, Tortall
Background ∙ An overcast day in March marked the day Damien Selvian was born. No rain, no sun, no wind; just a still calm shadowed by a sheet of gray clouds. His mother, Riana, took ill after birthing him, but recovered enough that she could work and support her new son and herself, though not with ease. His father was a sailor on a fishing vessel that was out at sea most of the year. Because of this, Christopher did not see his son for the first time until he was a few months old. The next trip out to sea brought about Christopher’s untimely death when a storm overtook the ship and killed all on board. Riana, now the sole support of her family, took work in a bakery by day to earn money instead of sewing and mending clothes like she used to.

Thanks to the generous bakery owners with whom she was friends, she was allowed to being her son to work and carry him in a sling on her back (an immensely helpful gesture, seeing as she couldn’t afford a nanny to watch Damien). He was not a troublesome baby, but that soon changed when he began to walk. After that he seemed to be constantly wandering away from the bakery when his mother’s back was turned. An incident involving a chicken Damien stole on one of his excursions was enough cause for Riana to put him to work with her in the bakery, that way he would be kept busy and she could easily keep an eye on him. At first it was very small jobs like helping dry the bowls and bread pans after they were washed, or keeping watch on sweets while they were cooking in the oven.

As he got older, his jobs in the bakery became more involved, and by the time he was about nine years old, he helped with just about every aspect of the establishment. It was around this time that he began to become bored with the bakery, and much to his mother’s dismay, he began to slip away and wander the streets again. He would walk to the docks of Port Legann and watch the fisherman unload their catch, wondering if his father had caught the same kind of fish before he died. Riana had been relatively reluctant to offer details about Christopher during her son’s childhood, for the memory painful for her and she didn’t want to impose her grief on Damien. All the boy knew was that his father had been a fisherman and that he died at sea. Such knowledge didn’t particularly bother him; seeing as he hadn’t been old enough to remember when his father had met him, the memory didn’t stir feelings of sadness. The only emotion the memory of his father caused in him was a slight tang of regret that he never got to know him.

When Damien’s interest in the docks diminished, he began to find himself sauntering about the marketplace. He became fond of people watching, but often he would talk to them and get to know their stories as well. When he was about twelve, he had a run-in with a pick-pocket. He had watched the young man from afar, admiring his swiftness of hand. After a while, he worked up the courage to walk over to the man and strike up a conversation. At first, the pick-pocket shrugged him off, telling Damien to go find his momma and leave him alone. But after some the boy offered some compliments on his sleight of hand, the young man, named Johnny Moore, relented and allowed the boy to question him.

Damien became fascinated with Johnny and his way of life, for like any other boy, he found the prospect for a life of danger overwhelmingly exciting. Whenever he could sneak away from his work at the bakery (which became more and more frequent after meeting Johnny), he met up with the young man and began to learn the ways of a thief and liar. He caught on rather quickly, and before long Johnny had him practicing his skills on real citizens in the markets. In the instances when Damien was caught red-handed, Johnny would step in and act as the boy’s father, chastising him and dragging him away for punishment. But every time after they were out of sight, Johnny would point out what his young pupil had done wrong and then punish him. Usually a boxing of the ears or other minor, pain-causing method was used. Damien learned quickly from his mistakes, for he didn’t want to anger Johnny or get caught. He wanted badly to improve so as to impress his father-like figure.

Riana unfortunately was too caught up in her work at the bakery to do more than verbally chastise Damien for running away from his duties. At the end of every day, they would have a good argument before his mother would claim she was tired and fall into her pallet, fast asleep. Some time passed, and Damien found that he couldn’t stand his mother’s overbearing presence any longer. If he was to live like Johnny—always in danger, excitement around every corner—he couldn’t remain at home. When he was thirteen years of age, he left home as his mother slept soundly, unaware that she would never see her son again.

Feeling as accomplished as ever, the boy walked the dark streets until he reached Johnny’s abode: a single room rented in an inn near the marketplace. The young man had shown Damien a way that he could climb up to the second story and in through the window, and the boy immediately began to climb, excited to inform his mentor that he had left his mother, something Johnny had been pushing for since the first weeks they had known each other. Upon entering Johnny’s room, however, Damien was met with indifference. The young man seemed not to care very much that the boy had just run away, he merely informed Damien that there was no more that he could be taught, and that if he wanted to learn more he should travel to Corus. The infamous Court of the Rogue was headquartered there, and they could teach the boy more than a mere pick-pocket could.

Johnny gave the boy a few coins to use to barter passage to the capitol city. Damien, bewildered, left the city of Port Legann that night and didn’t look back. He looked ahead to his future: a life with the Rogue, the most notorious of all criminals. He was excited, but the emotion was tinged slightly with remorse of leaving everything he knew behind. Shaking his head, he sought the rid himself of those thoughts. If he was to become a rogue, he must not let such trivial things affect him. And so, with these empowering thoughts, he straightened and looked to the north and east, towards Corus where his future laid waiting.

Damien arrived in Corus after a few weeks, having traveled with a trade caravan. Immediately he sought to find the Lower City, where Johnny had told him the Court of the Rogue resided. He experienced a bit of trouble finding it, but after inconspicuously talking with a few of the citizens, he soon found the headquarters and went inside. There he met unintentionally ran into a few higher-ranking rogues, who reluctantly listened to the boy’s story and his wishes to join them. They looked at one another and then told the boy to first find a job in the city and return when he had done so. Then, they had told him, his training as a rogue would begin. What he did not know, however, was that the rogues were merely sending him away because they did not want the hassle of a boy following them around and learning their ways so that one day he might kill them and take their spots in the hierarchy that governed the court.

That day, Damien wandered the market of Corus, noting dully that it was a bit smaller than Port Legann’s. He did not have to look far for work. Rounding a corner, he saw a butcher and his assistant unloading cow carcasses from a wagon. He could easily see that the weight was going to be too much for them and ran to help them before the meat was dropped on the ground and ruined. The butcher went by the name of Michael Revis, and he was greatly appreciative of Damien’s quick thinking. When asked if he need be repaid, the boy merely asked for a job, seeing this as his golden opportunity. Michael agreed, much to the dismay of his assistant who saw it as an attack on his character. Nonetheless, they agreeably worked side by side, learning from the master butcher. Damien hadn’t realized before that his new apprenticeship would consume most, if not all, of his spare time. For the time being, his dreams of becoming a rogue were put to the bottom of his list of priorities. It was another year before he was able to have spare time enough to begin infiltrating the rogue. Because of his butcher training, he was slightly skilled with a knife and won many duels with rogue members, gaining a solid place among them.

His time with Johnny Moore had taught him basic pick-pocketing, lying, and lie detection. But now that he was older and even more ambitious, he began to hone these skills. Lie detection was his strength; he would watch closely the tiny facial muscle movements when people spoke to him, and based on which muscles moved, he was able to discern whether or not he was being told the truth.

After a few years, the rogues openly accepted him as a member of their court and he was also named Michael’s sole apprentice, destined to be the heir of the company when the older man could no longer work.



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--Renee