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|| Full Name ||
Damian Alexander Stein

|| Age ||
26

|| Gender ||
Male

|| Sexuality ||
Heterosexual

|| Origin ||
Originally from New York City, now lives on the Irish country-side in the small island county Laois.

|| Role ||
Unaffiliated Player ~ Mercenary

|| Face Claim ||
Alfred Vint Svent (Tales of Xillia 2)

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|| Guild ||:
Damian belongs to no guild, though he has done work for many.

|| @Home ||:
Lumina Cloth

|| Contact Book ||:

~Cybr_Pnk - Work provider based in Lumina Cloth - (NPC)

~Woodlander - Work provider based in Dol Donna - (NPC)

~S1lent_M3rchant - Work provider based in Breg Epona - (NPC)

~Sir_Maxwell - Work provider based in Mac Anu - (NPC)

~Gladius - Work provider in The Knights of Hyperion - Knights of Hyperion : Second in Command - (Player)

~Possible contacts in Silver Lyre (Should any member wish to have hired Merc in the past.)

|| Hair Color ||
Dark Brown

|| Eye Color ||
Orange

|| Skin Tone ||
Caucasian

|| Height ||
6'2"

|| Level:||
151

|| Weapon of choice: ||
A single large broadsword known as "Giant_Sabre_Fang", the blade has an altered length to allow for two large axe blades to be forged onto an extended lower blade, despite the hilt being extended aswell Damian insists on using the sword one handed... but either way it gets the job done and as such the man swears by it.

|| Secondary Weapon:||
A single advanced high caliber gunblade forged by and named "Full_Blitz" by Damian itself. The weapon is always wielded in Damians off hand, primarily in its gun form, but when out of ammo or forced into extremely close range, Damian will swap the weapon to its blade state for faster dual blade combat.

|| Equipment:||
Head Gear: Bionic Eye (An unnoticeable robotic eye that boosts the users detection skill.)
Armor: Mercenaries jacket.
Leg Armor: Basic Slacks (Brown) , Mercenaries boots.

|| Battle Stats: ||
Attack: 250
Defense: 300
Agility: 100

|| Sense Stats ||:
Detection: 500
Hearing: 100
Hiding: 300

|| Additional Skill: ||
Dowsing: 100
Cooking: 250
Black Smithing: 500
Sewing: 600
Alchemy: 100

|| Face Claim ||
Alfred Vint Svent (Tales of Xillia 1) (Damian's appearance being nigh identical in game and out is due to his talent as a graphics designer. He was easily able to build his character up to mimic his appearance nigh perfectly.)

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|| Personality ||
"Merc? What you haven't heard of that guy yerself? Eh, he's a smooth talker that one... but I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw 'im!"

Damian is a man of very simple interests. The most important thing in his mind is and always will be number one... and in his head number one is always that charming fella staring back from the mirror. Somewhat self-absorbed, charismatic, self-centered and sarcastic are a few words that could be very easily applied to Damian Stein... he doesn't want to bother taking the time to support others... he's got enough to deal with on his own right? Why should he care about others aswell? All of the kids he sees playing the game and dying on a daily basis should learn to be more cautious... how is that his problem? Oh what's that? He's not that much older? What gives him rights to call them kids? How about their immature attitudes and dreams of a better tomorrow that they're too weak to achieve? They're children in mind, body doesn't matter in a virtual World and don't you forget it.

Still we're painting this guy in a very bad light now aren't we? In truth he's a really helpful guy to those who truly need a hand... Hyperion Knights? Silver Lyres? Tag Team Champions? Freelance players? It doesn't matter to Merc, he'll help you out.

On one condition that is; payment.

A bit of gold here, some rare equipment there... the perks of guild specific items or maybe some protection should he need it in the Worlds most dangerous areas. Heck depending on the job an IOU might do the trick... just make sure you're ready for when he next shows up to cash in his favor, because trust me he will. Nothing is free in this mercenary's world if he gives you something you give something back, he scratches your back and you scratch his... he's become famous for his business, people knows his name... and he doesn't plan on letting them forget it any time soon, fail to pay your debts? He'll kill you for them... no hard feelings of course, he just has an image to maintain. It's just business.

Though... maybe deep down a part of him is looking for some real companionship. Some friendship.... nah, it's probably nothing.

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|| Reason why playing ||
Damian started playing out of a boredom that had been sitting uncomfortably in his gut for well over six years. Life got tiring and he needed an escape... fast, EDEN seemed like the answer to his rotten prayers and so without a doubt he strapped himself in and prepared for the wild ride ahead. Unfortunately he hadn't anticipated that he had sat down on a ride that didn't have any stops. When the log out button disappeared things seemed really bad... worry took over and Damian started to worry that leaving was impossible... that he would never again see the real World... that he could never return to... to...

It was at that moment that Damian, no, Merc realized that he had nothing waiting for him on the other side... not anything more that was waiting for him in game. Virtual world or real world... did it even matter? No, probably not. If he was really stuck forever or a while then it made no difference... so now Damian plays for the fun of it... and for whoever pays the most. Wether he's working to keep the game going or to escape it once and for all... the only deciding factor now is the amount of money being put into his pocket.

|| Biography ||
Damian was born with severe Dyslexia from an early age numbers and letters would always become jumbled in his mind and his family always looked down on him for it. You see his Father was an impressive mathematician... his mother a famed author. Oh how his parents would banter and bicker about who's footsteps their first born would follow in one day... and oh how disappointed they became when they heard of Damian's failing grades and eventually his condition... despite everything that was stacked against him however, a debilitating mental condition, judgmental parents and to be perfectly honest, less than spectacular teachers in his early school years, Damian still showed prowess as a great strategic thinker... he found his own way to perceive letters and numbers and through this was able to become a revolutionary thinker at a very young age, well in numbers at least, letters and languages still confused him but he quickly got over that... he was happy to at least be able to read basic English. His parents original disappointment quickly shifted... however it only turned from pride to jealousy. Here was their son... broken (in their eyes) from birth... getting praised more than they two combined ever had been. Oh how it frustrated them.

Damian quickly learned that his hard work and diligence had only driven his family further away when all along he had wanted to bring them closer... but rather than desperately yearn for their attention like most other children would... he instead chose to drive them further away. He was praised on his own. He had grown strong by himself. He didn't need them. Over time Damian progressed his statistical prowess and found a great talent in technical drawing and graphics design... from here a natural interest in video games blossomed and he found himself yearning to study game design and graphics in college... and that he did, entering college alone through a scholarship and without help from his further distancing parents... Damian continued to progress his life.

As he left his childhood home he didn't even stop to say goodbye.

However after a few weeks in college... Damian quickly realized that the normal life of a steady job and happy families just wasn't for him and just like that, Damian decided to throw that all away. The news reached his uncaring parents a few weeks later that not only had Damian dropped out... but apparently he had gone missing aswell. From that point on a lot of things happened. Damian moved to the country that he had learned to be the home of his ancestors, a small island off the coast of Britain named Ireland. From there he took on odd jobs of any and all natures... he took any job he could get and saved up little by little, sure there were a few nights on the streets but he was living the way he wanted to live and that's what mattered right? Or maybe... wrong. Living off pennies gets tiring and it was turning Damian into a man ready to do whatever for even the measliest bit of cash. He had completely messed up his own life by going on a stupid adventure on a whim... he supposed that now he was just getting what he deserved.

But there was one thing he really regretted... he used to love video games, above all else he loved them... the fantasy worlds and amazing places they took him, how incredible was that? He had heard about an ultimate video game from a friend he met on the job. A virtual reality World where one could truly become a part of the game... could something like that really exist? Damian did some research and found the rumor to be true... a new game for such a device was being exhibited at a video game store near the town he worked from, a game called EDEN?

Why not? He thought. He had nothing better to do, so why not test this new gaming experience?... little did he know that the day he showed up for the game exhibition that he'd be lucky enough to be the first in line... little did he know that he'd be the only one in line to take part.

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