Username: .Lone Wolf.
Name: Damien
Gender: Male (he/him - they/them pronouns)
Personality: Damien is dark, and dangerous. He's a "bad-boy" but is incredibly wise, but many don't know. Despite having a lot of courage, and being fearless, he keeps to himself because he has a couple of strange philosophies "like talking is a waste of time and air" and "age and wisdom are not as related as most believe". He has a sharp tongue, and can be hurtful, but he's only saying the truth. Damien is extremely honest, and a perfect secret keeper, if your able to befriend him. Damien is anti-social, and doesn't have any friends except one, Rose... And the voices in his head. Damien's not a skitzo, or crazy, but has trained himself to have two voices inside his head so it's easier to figure out stuff, and comprehend knowledge better. They used to laugh a lot, but after Rose passed, Damien stopped laughing, and became the very serious Reaper he's known to be today.
Story: (From his perspective)
I don't talk much, so your lucky I'm wasting my time with you to tell you a quick story that may or may not be true, only time will tell. I don't really care if you remember anything were about to say, but remember one thing; It's not just you and me, and never will be. Rose was a great reaper. Beautiful too... She made me feel at home and was the only one that understood us. Yes, was, Rose is dead. A terrible thing actually, you should of been there to see her go, so peaceful. It was a beautiful spring morning and we were laying by a very deep lake, watching the bees float lazily around colorful flowers, and laughing at jokes. Not that many WRs ever see this side of us, only Rose...
Rose and I were playing truth-or-dare and she dared me to swim into the lake, and grab a river stone. Wanting to please her, I did. The water was cold, and the current strong. I knew the best stones were at the deepest part, so we swam until the water turned dark, and then dived. Tiny silver fish swam past us reflecting off my silver and black pattern, and I grinned, knowing this dare would be easy. Using my tail to steer, I propelled to the bottom of the lake as fast as possible. Upon reaching the bottom, I felt with my front legs for a perfect circular stone, but none were, and my air was running out. Keeping calm, I grabbed the smoothest, and softest one and launched back to the surface, which had turned dark and I could see flashes of light.
Breaking the surface, I looked to the shore to see Rose pacing, a worried expression gracing her beautiful face. I swam to shore, and looked at her, handed her the stone, her eyes widened in surprise, and as she opened her mouth to speak, lightning struck. It hit right in between us, and I was flown into the shallows, and she was thrown against a tree.
The sound of rain pattering against the shore woke me from my conscious. Rose. What happened to her? Rising shakily, we raced to the tree to find her curled up, dead, the stone in front of her. I could see why it was so special, the stone was shaped that of a heart, and after the lightning hit us, the crack appeared in the middle.
Rose looked so peaceful, her eyes closed. Looked as if she was just sleeping. I never got to say how I felt, empty words, no use now. Just two broken hearts left.
((sorry if this to too long... I got carried away))
