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Damien Braveheart

"...I simply exist...to fulfill my role..."

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a character in “Masks of the Soul”, as played by blackwolf

Groups

Lower Level Itex

Description

Damien Braveheart
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Grade
Grade 11th

Role
The Magician

If Itex, blurb?
"My loyalty only belongs to one person, one organization...and it certainly is not you, Masked..."

Which Masks do they possess?
The False mask of the Magician

Gender
Male

Age
17

Personality
Damien is generally a very distanced boy. He doesn't like to be near humans and often tries to stay away from them as much as possible. He is overly polite and often talks almost robotic to other people, a thing that is often misunderstood as coldness. He hates attention and prefers to stay in a corner, listening to others and pondering about the problems himself. He rarely offers his opinions on a matter, unless people ask him. When he speaks, his speeches are stiff and very non-human-like. This is mainly because he doesn't have any friends to talk to and even to his own parents, he talks very little.

Damien also hates human contacts or being humiliated in front of a crowd. He prefers to run away from it when the problem arises instead of facing them and therefore, some people often call him a coward. But then again, he never denies it nor admits it. He's also very pessimistic, often thinks of the worst scenario instead of thinking in a positive way.

Another thing about Damien is that he understands very little about human's emotions. A thing that can be blamed because of his own lack of friends. He only thinks in a logical way and depends on books to judge a human's emotions and therefore, in some situations, Damien cannot predict the outcomes and might one way or another, offend people without knowing that he had doing so. He always assumes people know things that he knows because they're all written in some books and this causes many people to get annoyed. Sometimes, he has the habit of taking a quote out of the books and uses it in the daily conversations. But there is one special thing about Damien. He rarely lies. He doesn't like the ideas of lying and therefore, when he speaks, it is the cold, hard truth, no sugar-coating or hesitation.

However, let not assume that just because Damien isn't fond of nearing humans or humans' contacts, he is cold and uncaring. No, in fact, kindness is one of the few things that hasn't lost in Damien's personality even after all the hardship he had to endure in the past. Even if he doesn't help people personally, Damien likes to stand in the dark, helping them without their knowledge and often claims that 'helping isn't a thing for people to acknowledge...if people acknowledge your help, that means you haven't helped them at all...'. However, since the day he joined Itex, he has been slowly losing his kindness even though he himself doesn't understand why. Maybe it's just because he's starting to come out of his shell again or maybe his mask has an influence on him that he hasn't figured out yet or maybe it's just because he decides to embrace his 'darker self'.

And finally and quite obviously, Damien is a man of actions. He likes to help rather than talk and brag about his ability as well as his family's wealth. He offers little comfort to other people, no matter how miserable they seem, often claims that They can get out of the mess by themselves...after all, they what they have done to me...abandoned me then expect me to overcome it...' Over all, Damien doesn't believe that offering people's comfort, making friends, finding love or happy endings are wise and logicall actions.


Brief Description
Standing at 5 feet 8, Damien is shorter than most boys his age. He has pale skin and a slender figure which his classmate often uses as an excuse to call him 'girly'. He has short, silver hair and lifeless violet eyes. His face is almost always impassive and the most reaction one can get from his is a small smile which looks nothing more than just a twitch of the lips. He doesn't talk much and therefore, his voice is somewhat low and rough. His preferred clothes are actually an orange, short-sleeves t-shirt with black pants and black arm-bracelets.

Skill(s)/Abilities
Apparently, Damien is not much of a fighter and more of a thinker. However, lately, since the day he joined Itex, he has been practicing some martial arts alone in order to have enough strength for the missions as well as the dangers that comes from being a member. Right now, even if his IQ are slightly above average, his hard work has made up for it and he has a good endurance as well as some good moves though he prefers not to use them in order to keep up the facade that he's a harmless student. He never admits it but he is actually a very good cook and gardener, two simple hobbies he picks up in order to make his life more... manageable.

Likes
  • Quietness
  • Good marks
  • Studying/Reading/Books
  • Doing hobbies (gardening/cooking)
  • The Moon
  • Being left alone


Dislikes
  • Being bullied/bullies/mean people
  • Being laughed at
  • Being criticized/complained/put down
  • Too many noises
  • Alcohols/liquids/cigarettes


Phobia
  • Atychiphobia: Fear of failures
  • Claustrophobia: Fear of enclosed spaces
  • Aquaphobia: Fear of deep water


History
Damien has a very harsh childhood. Despite being born into a relatively rich family, Damien never had many friends. Maybe it was because of his natural shyness, or maybe it was because he had had a very sheltered life. Either way, on the first day Damien went to school, he had been bullied and been listed as the 'loser of the class'. He was looked down, cursed hit, beaten, and spitted on ever since that day, never once got time to rest. However, Damien just gritted his teeth and endured it all as he always thought to himself "They will understand in time...I just need to be patient". He believed in the good of a human and he worked very hard to earn everyone's respect. Unfortunately for him, fate had other plans. His hard work didn't earn his classmates' respect. Instead, it earned him even more hatred. They whispered behind his back 'Stuck-up kid, who does he think he is?' or 'That one, arrogant, he's the teacher pet...'. They happened everytime he went to school, and slowly, his belief faded into nothingness.

His self-esteem, which had been already low, dropped significantly until he didn't even want to talk to anyone and preferred to keep things to himself, even to his parents. He didn't smile anymore and his face turned into nothing more than just an emotionless facade, a shelf of his former self - a self of a good, cheerful boy who wanted to earn his respect by working hard. He would always study, never stop to rest, never stop to make friends and keep his head low, his eyes shut as people pointed at him and whispered behind him. He just didn't have the strength to care anymore.

It had become a routine. Everyday, he would wake up, go to school, study whatever they taught him then go home, do his homework and go to sleep. And the circle continued on and on...until one day, she came. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was smart, beautiful, kind and gentle, confident and popular, she was everything he wished for. He didn't know when or how, but he started falling for her. He would do everything for her, even humiliate himself in order to see her laugh. He studied with her, did homework for her, explained everything so she wouldn't miss anything while she was sicked. She was his light, his love, his life...even if she was 5 years older than him. He didn't care. He loved her. He regained his ability to smile and those days were...perhaps, the days that he smiled the most. Every single time he spent with her felt like heaven and he opened himself to her, allowed her to...take advantages of him, without even knowing it. And then, that day came.

His heart must have broken into thousands, thousands millions small pieces that day. Her birthday. When he, shyly holding the red roses in his hands, knocked her front door. The door wasn't locked. And so, he stepped inside. He should have never done it. But he did anyway. What he saw would forever haunt him, tease him, mock him until the day his soul left this world. It would forever remain there to remind him how trusting he had been. Inside the small living room, he saw her making out happily with another man and constantly laughed, telling about the 'loser' who was too stupid and was tricked by her. He never cried, not even once since he was young but that day, the first tear fell. He was utterly crushed by the betrayals of someone who he had thought he could trust with his life.

His spirit was destroyed nearly completely that day and maybe the only reason he hadn't gone insane yet was because he, somehow, still believed that someone would come and save him. He kept waiting...and waiting...and waiting. He lived a lifeless life with no spirit, no purpose, no love, no joy...He just kept waiting for someone to rescue him from his existence. But no one did. Finally, he had reached his decision.

Damien stared blankly at the knife in his hand. Should he do this? Could he do this? Could he end his life like this? His life had been nothing but a mere meaningless existence and nothing mattered anymore. Absolutely nothing. He didn't have a purpose, he didn't even have a life. He just lived for the sake of living. How could someone call it...a life? Was it a life after all? Or was it...pure torment? Then why? Why brought him to this world only to torture him, break him, crush him like this?

He looked around. The warehouse was empty, saved for him. He closed his eyes and raised the knife. Maybe dead would be a blessing. Maybe dead would release him out of this dark circle...

"Stop" A curt voice ordered and Damien dropped his knife in fear. He turned around to face a dark-haired man and he only uttered a single question "Why do you stop me?"


It turned out the man was the one that saved his soul. Damien gazed blankly at the man as he felt something was pushed into his hand and he looked down to see a mask - a blue mask. The man whispered in his ears that this was what could save his soul and hesitantly, he put on the mask and instantly felt something big changed inside of him. From that day, he had had a new identity - The Magician of Itex - The loyal servant of the Higher ones. He had given a purpose by the stranger but he intended to finish it to his best ability. Everyday, he would still continue to live his meaningless life but now, whenever he put the mask on, he had a mission to fulfill - to serve the Itex till his last breath. And suddenly, the normal, boring, pointless life of Damien became not so boring and pointless anymore.


Crush
"I do not care about things such as love or friendship. They will only hinder you and backfire in the end."

Other
He just came back from a long term mission for the Itex in other city and therefore, he hasn't known about the situation in Throme yet.

So begins...

Damien Braveheart's Story

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Damien Braveheart, Cherry Grove Park, 08:00 PM

The park was dark and empty saved for a few people that came home late quickly walked by. The wind gently played with the people, tossing their hair playfully or moving the leaves of the old oak trees with its invisible fingers. It was a peaceful and quiet moonless night...albeit a little scary for some timid people's taste since the shadows of the trees and leaves kept moving constantly like they were trying to grasp a random people and swallow them whole but to the silent figure sitting on a bench of the park, it was not terrifying at all. He breathed in and out slowly, smiling slightly as his breaths turned into some sorts of fog. The Magician picked up his back-bag and sighed softly as he took out his latest report. The mission was not a success. The information he had been given was wrong and even though he had spent a whole month searching for it, he just couldn't find it. Shaking his head, the Magician muttered "They will not be happy with my report...that's for sure..." He ran a hand through his soft hair and continued to mutter to himself again "...well, it's not like I want it to happen...It's not my fault the location was wrong..." 'but it's your fault in the end anyway...you haven't searched hard enough...' His traitorous mind whispered and the Magician snapped at it angrily "Well...sorry for not spending a year searching for it! It's not my fault they only gave me a month to search for it...and I still haven't said anything about the wrong information yet..." He growled and snapped the files shut. His good mood was ruined...no thanked to his wonderful mind. 'but it still is a failure...and you know it...just admit it...you betray their trust...' He grasped his head and gritted his teeth "Just shut the hell up...I know it, alright!?...I know they are not going to be happy with me, happy now?" His mind quieted and the Magician could almost feel its nod its head in satisfaction. He muttered again "that's it...I'm gonna change back now...at least having a logical sense is better than having a voice in my head that likes to criticize me..."

Slowly, the Ice Magician removed his mask and closed his eyes, feeling the usual ticklish sensation as he was forced to change back into his normal form. His body shrank until he was only 5 feet 8 and his hair changed from blue to silver. His eyes darkened until the icy blue turned into deep violet. In the place where the Magician had just sat a minute ago was Damien Braveheart. Blinking slowly as Damien felt his face set into its usual emotionless expression and he nodded his head slightly. It still felt very strange whenever he turned from one type of personality to another type. The sense of logic didn't allow it to happen but somehow, through means he hadn't known yet, it still happened. Taking out a cellphone from his pocket, Damien pushed a button and waited until his Mother picked up the phone "Oh thanks goddess you're alright, Damien...where have you been? Why did you leave without saying anything? Your father and I have been extremely worried...are you alright, Damien? What happened? Where are you right now? Do you need any help? Can we do anything for you, honey?" A worried voice asked through his phone and Damien waited patiently for his mother to finish her rant. He replied calmly, his voice was robotic.

"...Good evening, Mother...I am fine...thank you for your concerns. However, I do not feel the need to tell you where I have gone...we have had a similar discussion before and we both have reached an agreement that you will allow me to go where I want...without following me and asking for information...as for the next question about my destination...I do believe the place I am sitting right now is commonly known as the Cherry Grove Park...I will come back in about 45 minutes. Therefore, there is no need to worry...Good bye, Mother...I believe it is suitable to end the phone now seeing that you have had the answers you are seeking..."

His mother attempted to talk but then paused and sighed in defeat. Sadly, she would never be able to fully understand her son. He had been too much of a mystery for even her to figure out. She spoke softly "alright, honey...just be careful, alright...I'll see you in another 45 minutes...are you hungry? Do you want me to cook anything for you?" Damien shook his head even though his mother couldn't see it and spoke "There is no need for you to concern about my hunger...I am fine..." He paused for a whole minute and then continued "Even though I think it will be appreciated if I can have a bowl of soup...The temperature is low tonight..." His mother said cheerfully "Alright, honey...welcome home..." Damien didn't reply this time and closed the phone with a soft click. Finally, he muttered "...yes, it is nice to be back to Throme..."

He sat there in silence, simply enjoyed the joy of coming back home for so long. He hadn't even realized how much he had missed the city until he came back. He only hoped he could catch up with his classmates now. How were the others? Were they...Damien shook his head, quickly reminded himself that friendship and love would only hinder one's ability. He had experienced first hand how love could affect someone's life. Deep sadness crossed his violet eyes for the briefest second and then it was gone like it had never been there. He truly wished things hadn't been as they were now. Clutching the blue mask tightly in his right hand, Damien stood up abruptly. Wishes were luxury things for him. He never had had a choice in the beginning. And he never had a choice now and would never have a choice in the future. That was his fate and he had accepted it the moment he pushed that door and the moment he put on this mask.

Sighing once more time, Damien forced himself to move. His parents were waiting for him at home and wanted it or not, he still had the duty as a son to stop them from worrying too much. He slipped his mask into his back-bag and took his first step. Tonight was indeed a very cold night.

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Damien Braveheart, Cherry Grove Park, 8:30 pm

Damien closed his eyes as he felt the night gale blew his hair. He really should hurry up and go home...maybe his Mother was worrying...Normally, Damien wouldn't even care what his parents were doing but after the long mission, he didn't feel the need to be fussed because of a tiny thing that called 'go home late'. He picked up his pace.

Ring...ring...ring...

His cellphone gave a long, shrilling noise that nearly made Damien drop his backpack and cover his ears in pain. As the music stopped for a second, the teenager quickly pulled out the cellphone and looked at the strange number, his ears were still ringing because of the music. He flipped the phone and put it near his ears.

"Hello, this is Itex. Magician, correct?"

Damien's body stiffened as he listened to the strange voice...so, Itex had already known that he had come back...their information was surely fast...He took a deep breath and nodded his head slightly even though the voice couldn't probably see it and he answered in an soft, barely noticeable voice.

"Yes, master...It is I, the Magician, your faithful servant...even though at the moment, I am not wearing the gift you have bestowed upon me...I have come back from the one-month mission...and have written my report...do you wish for me to report to you right now, Master? or is it your wish to read the report that has been written by me?"

His throat felt slightly dry as he finished his short speech...He was not used to talking so much after all. Running a hand through his hair, Damien waited patiently for the speaker to speak again. He crossed a street, the cellphone held tightly in his hand.

"Very well, Magician. I'd like you to report immediately - this information is vital to the Itex cause..."

There was a short pause and the teenager closed his eyes as he stopped suddenly, staring at the empty park with emotionless eyes. Why didn't his Master finish talking? What's wrong?

"...And I prefer mistress, not master...."

Oh...that was the reason...Damien took several steps forward again, pondering about how he should ask for forgiveness. At last, he settled in a simple speech he made up on the spot.

"Yes, Mistress...forgive me for my unthoughtfulness...I shall report right away...It is my greatest regret. The mission is not successful. In the time when I spent there, I discovered that the piece of Grace Stone is only a faked one. The owner of said faked piece has been eliminated to prevent further threat for the organization...In normal term, I believe humans will often say 'I have been sent on a wild goose chase'...however, this mission is not futile...As the mission proceeded, I have made a list of legends about a magical stone and have crossed out the ones that I am strongly certain that it is not about the Grace Stone...I shall send you the list the next Friday or tonight if you want me to, Mistress..."

"Very well, the sooner the better. Is there anything else that you may want to report?"

" I do believe this is it...for now, Mistress...I will send you a detailed report the next time I come and receive a mission...are there any new missions you wish for me to take?"

The phone-call ended abruptly without any warnings and Damien looked at it carefully to see if he had pressed any wrong buttons or said anything that might offend his Mistress...Frowning slightly, Damien tucked the phone back to his pocket. He could not think of anything he said that might do this to his Mistress...It was clearly as day that Damien Braveheart had tried very hard and chosen his words so very carefully in order to please Itex. Maybe...she didn't have anything to say anymore. He began walking again as he held his backpack a little tighter than normal. He couldn't even walk for 10 minutes as the phone rang again and this time, Damien did drop his pack in surprise. Quickly picked up his things, Damien flipped his phone opened again and listened to the voice with some uncertainty. What did the Mistress want? Had he done something that displeased her?

"There was a small distraction that I had to deal with. On that note, there is nothing that Itex needs you to do - be sure to meet up with Judgement at Brio next week at the regular time. Don't be late. I suppose you shouldn't need the reminder."

Damien nodded his head again, quickly walked passed several people as they stared at him, his face was still as emotional as a wooden board could get. He spoke again and waited for the call to end.

"As you wish, Mistress...I will not be late for the mission assignment.."

"Very well. You had better not fail Itex this time."

The woman said and ended the phone call finally. Damien felt his body relaxed slightly. No matter how loyal he was to the Itex or how many times he had met them, he would always feel uncomfortable when he forced to talk so much and for so long. Snapping the phone closed with a flick of his wrist, Damien bit his bottom lip as he finally arrived to his 'home sweet home'. Sighing softly, the teenager raised his hand and knocked the door. There was no point in standing here all night...he might as well get over with the fussing...