Damon Carrefour (DONE)

[kalfu]

DAMON CARREFOUR

Charming, A Bastard, Generally Not Nice

BACK TO BASICS ' '

Full Name: Damon Carrefour
Significance of Name:

• Damon – German, meaning mischievous person, evil spirit, daemon, fiend, devil. Kalfu was the Haitian god of the crossroads, particularly that of evil Loa.
• Carrefour - Vodou, meaning literally, crossroads. Kalfu was also called Carrefour.

Nickname(s): Damon
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Grade: Junior
Celeb you're using: Ian Somerhalder
Deity: Kalfu – Haitian/Voodoo
Title of your deity: God of the Crossroads and the Chaotic Essence of Fate

STRIKE A POSE ' '

Physical Appearance:

Damon’s dark hair is always seen disheveled yet stylish. For some reason, even though he often doesn’t really fix it in any particular way, his hair still stay as it is. The dark haired boy’s eyes are pale grayish blue in color. Women always did lose themselves in them. He uses this to his advantage often by always keeping eye contact with the person he wishes to take advantage on. His face is handsome to most, if not all. He looks perpetually innocent when he wants to be. His general physic is that of a thin build. Though thin, Damon is well muscled. This was to protect himself from the dangers of the outside. Sure he could use voodoo anytime, but then what if he couldn’t? His stature was kept as insurance for such situations. Also, his physique helped him fool people— both men and women.

The way Damon dresses is stylish. Unlike his living preferences, Damon likes to dress well seeing as he’s a performer. The eyes are the most important part of the audience. Dressing well helps reel those sets of eyes in, plus it distracts the audience. Direction is the key when you’re trying to fool the audience.

LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER ' '

Personality Description:

There are many things to describe Damon as, but many prefer to call him an evil, sick, son of a bitch. It is not their fault though; Damon can be described as all those things…unless he wants you to think otherwise. The dark haired boy has no good sense of morality, though if he did he wouldn’t admit to it. To him, people are all pawns to play with— no exceptions (We’ll see about this one). Why else would they be there except to be taken advantage of? In a way Damon is like Robin Hood though instead of stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, he instead steals from the rich and keeps it to himself.

Damon is an introvert though he pretends to be an extrovert. You wouldn’t think of this since the boy usually distracts you with his charms, eyes, and etc. Unlike his outward personality, Damon hates people and likes to be left alone. To him, people are those whose aim in life is to hurt you, whether physically or emotionally, thus are not worth getting close to or caring for…like himself. His personality though does not like to be ignored. He’s like a brat that way.

Damon sees himself as the way other people see himself: the bad guy. Therefore the teen plays this role to the best of his abilities. You give the people what they want. Plus, being evil is much more fun than being kind…it’s just easier that way. In a way though Damon is kind though if asked he’d laugh at your statement. All Damon really wants is to be accepted since that was the only thing missing when he was a child…well, that, parents, and a real home.

Likes:

• Magic
  
• Tricks
  
• Taking advantage of people
  
• Playing the bad guy
  
• Women
  
• Cards
  
• Dressing well
  
• Playing with people's emotions
  
• Being left alone
  
• Attention
  
• Real kindness
  
• Being arrogant
  
• Drinking
  

Dislikes:

• Attention
  
• People in general
  
• Kindness
  
• Feelings
  
• Being alone
  
• To be stereotyped

Weaknesses:

• Vulnerability
  
• Easily hurt
  
• People of whom he cares for [None at the moment]
  
• Lacks feelings towards others
  

Fears:

• To die alone
  
• To get hurt emotionally
  
• Bonds
  

Goal: Make every person’s world a living hell Nothing in particular.

Power/Ability:

• Voodoo– Damon can create different things/energies using voodoo, though he is more inclined to create blasts of energy that explode and such.

WELCOME TO MY LIFE ' '

Origin: New Orleans Nowhere in particular
History:

Damon never really knew where he was born, nor specifically when, all he knew was that all his life he lived in St. Anthony of Padua’s orphanage. His caretakers said that he was found on the steps of the orphanage during a storm, on a cold Friday night during summer. ‘You just showed up there,’ they said. There were no tags for the little baby, not even for his name, not even for his birthday. They named him Damon, the caretakers said, because…well, it just felt right. The last name though was special. It was the only thing that his parents, wherever they were, left behind; stitched on the blanket that wrapped him. It was also decided then that his birthday be when little Damon came to them since, as Ms. Ava the head chair then said, everyone needed a birthday. Thus, Damon Carrefour was born on June 13, 1990.

The first few years of Damon’s life were simple enough. He had shelter, clothing, and food— what every human being needs. He got a lot of exercise from playing with the other kids and he got good grades from his studies at the local public school. To everyone who knew Damon, he was an exemplary orphan. Everyone expected him to get adopted soon. Who wouldn’t want someone as perfect as Damon? Apparently, no one wanted him— not one. Adults would often come to the orphanage, pick a kid, and live happily ever after, but Damon didn’t get that. For some reason, the adults always passed him by as if they didn’t even see him at all. At first Damon was fine with it; he loved the orphanage. But as the years passed by, and the number of his friends dwindled little by little, he grew to hate adults and later, resent other children. He became introverted always in the town library, scouring books and talking to his…other friends.

He was the age of ten when he discovered voodoo. He was scouring the books, as usual, in the library when it fell on his head. At first Damon wondered how the book could ever fall on his head; he was at the sofa, reading a book, far away from the towering shelves. The book did its job though, distracting Damon’s thoughts, eliminating them as he got more and more caught up in the book. He tried it out first with little things. Fire was his first thought. The spell succeeded, to the town’s horror. Fire swept the library, burning it down the ground. No one inside survived except of course little Damon and his book of horrors. It was a miracle, the town’s people said. Oh, if only they knew that hell was unleashed instead.

Things started getting worse then. The swamps around town started to dry up, killing all the fish, thus prompting the resident alligators to find other means of…nutrition.

The first victim was little Sally Brown. Her hair was golden, with eyes so blue; her laugh was enchanting, though her personality was a bit untrue. You see she was a rotten kid, always getting what she wanted. A bitch to the other children, especially little orphan Damon. She hated him, you see, because she had a bit of a crush on him. She could have approached him and confessed, blushed and what not, like any other girl, but instead she decided to go with a different approach. Oh how she tortured little Damon, with her little pranks. She’d pull his pants down and laugh as she stared with the crowd. Oh how sad it must be, for little Sally Brown. If only she had told Damon how she felt in the first place, she wouldn’t be where she was on that night. No one ever saw Sally again, only parts of her really. A few locks here, parts of her dress there, and of course, blood…basically everywhere.

As the incidents grew worse and more frequently, the townspeople began to fit the pieces of the puzzle together— Damon. For some reason, the child had relationships with the victims. The town had figured it out too late though for little Damon had left St. Anthony of Padua Orphanage for a walk…never to be seen again. A typhoon came to New Orleans after that, destroying the town and all its memories of Damon…

******

Damon woke up in a cold sweat— it had been years since he’d had that dream. It was weird for him to do so now. He had been living all around the country since that time, using his ability to gain money. At first he would use magic to entertain the populace with his card tricks and the like, not knowing that as they watched Damon used his ‘little helpers’ to steal their wallets and jewelry. To Damon it was rightfully his. He gave them a ‘once-in-a-lifetime’ performance, two hundred dollars was nothing compared to that. Damon kept moving though as news spread of his little tricks. As the years passed he learned to use his magic for more elaborate schemes. He would walk right into banks and steal their money now without them knowing using his magic. He was never caught because he never really got much anyway. What was a few hundred dollars missing from a bank that held millions? The bank was none the wiser and Damon didn’t starve. Damon still did street magic shows though not to steal anymore. Instead, he used this time to hone his skills in voodoo, no longer needing to recite lines to cast them. It was now seven years later and Damon was in the sunny beaches of California.

The dark haired boy got up and looked around. He couldn’t remember where he was; it kind of shocked him to see he was in a bed. The room was medium sized. The walls that were covered with posters and cabinets were pale pink in color. While the floor was carpeted in a white…at least, Damon thought it was white. The boy couldn’t tell from all the shit that covered the floor. A lot of things littered the floor, most of them being bottles of alcohol. Damon’s head rang as he remembered how much he drank last night and that this wasn’t his apartment.

As he got up, he realized he was naked. Realization came to him. Of course, he was in Ashley’s apartment. He had met the girl the night before at a party. All it took was a bit of flirting and a few shots tequila and she was his. Women were so easy. Damon began to get dressed, picking up his clothes from the night before on the floor. He fixed himself up in Ashley’s vanity mirror, his pale grayish blue eyes examining himself as he did. The teen wore a black, long-sleeved, button-downed shirt; its top two buttons undone exposing his throat and a small part of his chest. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up halfway, exposing part of his arms. He also wore a pair of navy blue jeans and black leather shoes. His hair was a bit disheveled. Damon looked at himself in the mirror and sighed, Good enough for someone with a hangover.

Damon Carrefour left Ashley’s apartment without a word, stepping out into the California sun. For a moment, the teen was blinded by the sunlight overhead causing his already splitting headache to hurt some more. Son of a bitch. Damon thought as he walked along the sidewalk. The blazing sun was irritating the dark haired boy making his headache worse. He needed something to distract himself with. As if out of nowhere, a deck of cards were suddenly in Damon’s hand as he began shuffling them, the cards flying from one hand to the other as he walked. Damon needed to get to his apartment, which was just a few blocks over, though no one knew that. Damon didn’t have real friends in California. Only people he would use and befriend if needed. He thought of them tools of, which he could do with as he pleases…which he often did.

Damon rounded a corner and quickly stepped out of the sun into a shabby looking building. Damon walked the hallway, its once white walls now looked run-down. Its paint was cracked in a few places while the parts of the walls were breaking down. Water dripped from the ceiling as the only source of light flickered as tiny little insects hovered around it. The dark haired teen quickly opened the door with his key and went inside— it was pitch black even in the daylight. “Damn, where’s the light?” Damon said to himself as he walked along the walls, feeling for the light switch. He finally found what felt like the light switch and flipped it on. The fluorescent bulb overhead lit up, blinding the boy a bit. As his eyes grew more accustomed to the sudden brightness, he took a look around his room.

It was very plain and simple. There was no television for one thing, only a dumpy old sofa, a table and two chairs, a bed, and a refrigerator. There was a door though leading to the bathroom, which was just awful. It was one of the worst places to live as far as anyone could see, but not Damon. He really did not care how ugly the room was. To him, it only served as a place to keep his things and change his clothes. All the rest he could do at someone else’s house. It was easy; all he had to do was give them what they wanted— him. It seemed arrogant, but true. Most, if not all, women wanted Damon. He did not know why, but did not much care. He charmed them to his advantage anyway. What was odd about the teen’s apartment today was one of the seats was not empty. Instead, a woman sat on it, her brown hair flowing down her back as she sat, crossed-legged in front of the teen, a small smile on her face. Before the woman could speak, a set of cards had floors towards her face, glowing red-hot as they prepared to burst into flames as soon as they made contact. The brunette caught the cards though as if they were nothing, tossing the cards right back to Damon. The boy caught the cards effortlessly and lifted an eyebrow at the woman.

“Nice catch. So…What do you want?” He said seemingly not interested as he strode past the woman, heading for the fridge. The woman spoke then as Damon took a soda can from the fridge, opening it with his index finger, the fizz of the carbonized drink the only other noise in the room besides the woman’s. “I’m here to offer you something worthwhile,” the girl spoke in an accent Damon did not know, “Something, which I think you’ll be interested in. My name is—” “Lourne Emily D. Scott. Pretty picture by the way, very white trash.” Damon said as he flipped over the woman’s driver’s license, her wallet in his other hand, which had been in the brunette’s front inner pocket a few minutes before. The girl smiled at Damon, but ignored his apparent theft. Instead she talked about a school for gifted people like Damon, how it would be in his best interest if he attended, and so on. Damon strode towards the table, putting the woman’s wallet in the front pocket of his jeans, and sat on the remaining chair, twisting it so its back was towards the brunette before he sat, his arms on the chair’s backrest; his head resting on his arm while the other held the soda can as he stared at the woman. The room was silent as the brunette finished talking, waiting for the dark haired boy to answer. Damon stood up and walked toward the brunette, bending toward her until his face was inches from hers. “And why do you think would I want to go there?” He said coldly as his hand stretched towards the girl’s neck, a card in his hand as he sliced it on the girl’s neck. The cut had started to bleed a bit. The girl still smiled a polite smile though, despite Damon’s apparent threat towards her. “Because Damon, you’re curiosity will make you.” She said, her voice so sure.

Damon’s eyes tightened at the woman’s words— she was right. His curiosity did want him to go there. It sounded interesting, but how did she know that? Was she one of these ‘gifted people’ she droned on about? “Interesting,” Damon said seeming as if unaffected by the girl’s statement, “You know me so well, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. We’ve been observing you for a long time Damon,” the girl answered still calm, friendly even. Damon’s head tilted at the woman’s words. They’d been observing him all this time. It was flattering yet irritating. He didn’t notice them at all. Interesting.

“Okay,” Damon said with a smile, throwing the woman’s wallet back to her as he strode past the girl, picking up the black duffle bag on the bed, “Let’s go.”

CONNECTION TO THE MYTH ' '

• Kalfu was the god who grants access to other Loa which tends to also say that he can communicate with them. Damon can communicate with Loa.
  
• Kalfu was the god of chaos, destruction, and misfortune. Damon created all this in his hometown.
  
• Kallfu loves rum infused with gunpowder. Damon likes to drink.
  
• Kalfu is considered a 'Lone Wolf'. Damon is also a lone wolf.
  
• Kalfu is said to be the grand master of charms and sorcery. Damon is very adept in Voodoo.
  

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BEHIND THE SCENE ' '

Your name: Ken
Age: Pizza
How long have you been RPing? When typewriters were still in.
Where did you find us? Between the bookshelves of Adult-only-books and Children’s novels. (I know. What's up with Children's novels?)

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