Damien Church

[Damien Church]

DAMIEN,CHURCH
PLAYED BY :JEREMY RENNER

THE CHARACTER

FULL NAME: DAMIEN OSWALD CHURCH
NICK NAMES: Oz, DC
PREFERRED NAME:
AGE: 28
GENDER:male
OCCUPATION: Nothing
HOME REGION: Southeast
PREFERRED WEAPONS:
Hatchet


PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Standing at 6'3'' Damien has an intimidating frame thanks in part to that height and his rather muscular build. He works rigorously to keep his body in great shape and lots of heavy lifting is evident in the pop-up veins branched over his forearms. Damien usually sports a very close cut haircut but being that its the end of the world that will probably change within the coming weeks. On his left arm he has a half sleeve tattoo of Star Wars characters (Darth Maul, Yoda, Darth Vader, and Han Solo) which he got four years ago after losing a bet. He also has a three inch long scar on his side from a kidney transplant.

PERSONALITY: Formerly Damien was very outgoing; always the center of attention and the brightest light in any room. He liked having a good time and making others around him have a good time, he was a completely open book and wore his true colors proudly on his sleeves. About a month before the virus began spreading Damien started changing, becoming more reserved and cut off from his friends and family. After losing his job and being unable to find one for so long he slipped into a mild depression and had little energy to do anything.

From there on Damien became more soft spoken and less outgoing. He no longer wanted to be the center of attention or have all eyes on him all the time. Privacy became very important to him as he went days without talking to any of his family or friends, which was not the usual for Damien. Since the so-called zombie apocalypse Damien has remained the same; perhaps even gotten more reserved. But this is not because of his depression worsening, but because he views his chances of survival to be their highest if left alone.

Damien knows other people can't be trusted and even if some of them can be, in a world where rules and laws no longer exist it wouldn't be wise to make friends with everyone who he crosses paths with. He is wary of others and elects not to trust anyone too quickly, if at all. It's only been three weeks so he is still maintaining his sanity but Damien believes a drawback to his isolationism will be losing that sanity. At heart he still likes to be the joker and fun loving guy he once was and at times he catches himself cracking jokes to himself. His sanity might be cracking already.

LIKES

• Canned peaches
  
• His privacy
  
• Collecting
  
• Reading
  
• His hatchet
  
• Creative zombie kills
  

DISLIKES

• Walkers
  
• Runners
  
• Draggers
  
• People who're too stupid to be careful in the zombie apocalypse
  
• Those who're too trusting
  
• Having to leave any sanctuary he finds when it inevitably gets overrun
  

HISTORY BEFORE: Before the apocalypse Damien had it all; great friends, a wonderful family, and a well paying job. His friends loved him and his family gave him anything he wanted because Damien would do the same for them. He was always the kind and thoughtful type, never taking more than he deserved or thought he deserved more than others did. Damien believed life was hard but fair; whatever you put out into the world you got in return. Though his family were strict Catholics Damien himself never fell in line with any religion; he didn't believe in behaving out of fear of going to Hell or in the prospect of getting some everlasting paradise as a reward, he simply believed that if he wanted to be treated kindly then he would first have to treat others kind.

Damien's whole life he trusted his system of thinking and even when things got tough he still trusted that he could make it better by persevering and not giving up. And then there came a day when his well paying job suddenly gave him the boot. Budget cuts. Lay-offs. They apologized to him and told him what a great employee he had been but none of it made Damien feel any better. About that same time his mother fell ill. Damien wasn't broken however, he still felt things could turn around for him.

Things remained that way for months. He searched for jobs time and time again. He was experienced, he had references, he was nice, and a hard worker; and still no one hired him. Each failed attempt at getting hired saw Damien drop lower and lower until he wasn't at all like his usual self. His family tried talking to him, his friends visited and took him out to distract him from it. Nothing worked. And his mother's health was only getting worse. Damien felt like an idiot for believing everything would magically work itself out and that he could make things better by just believing it.

He began spending all his time shut in in his apartment, ignoring calls from his family and his friends; deciding time was better spent intoxicating himself to drown his sorrows. Damien was penniless, jobless, and motivationless. He also felt ashamed, as if he was now an embarrassment to all he knew and that was the true reason why he pushed everyone away. He didn't want any of them getting dragged down with him. The only thing, aside from his booze, that kept Damien going was an odd new obsession he had developed; preparing for the zombie apocalypse. Thanks to shows like Doomsday Preppers and movies like Dawn of the Dead, Damien thought it necessary...he just had no idea how necessary it would be.

DURING APOCALYPSE: Damien was completely wasted when the virus came knocking at his door. He had heard that many of his friends were becoming ill, and he had left a few of them voicemails just to wish them well; but little did Damien know he would never see any of them 'well' again. He was still trapped in his depression and still in a self imposed exile until his father angrily came banging on his door.

Damien's door was nearly taken off of its hinges by his fathers feverish knocks. His father was sick, the very first person infected by the virus that Damien had ever seen. The two men exchanged heated words and also calmer ones once Damien's mother became the subject; however it wasn't long after that Damien's father succumbed to the virus. The world had already gone to crap that time, panic gripped the streets leaving police and any ambulances otherwise indisposed.

Realizing hell had broken loose Damien, still drunk, ran from his apartment and for the hospital where his ill mother had been for the last year. There he saw the worse seen this zombie apocalypse has yet to offer him and Damien wishes anything that he could just forget what happened. By that point what was happening was evident, he had actually been training for this for the last few months of his life and now the world was showing him it hadn't been all for nothing. Damien quickly took off and raided the shop that other looters would not at first think of, and for the first two weeks he hid out outside of town in a rural wooded area; making frequent trips to and from the city and search for any supplies or surviving friends. However in this last week he has found an empty church with power (generators) that he has been staying in.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

His father was coughing all over the place and not even bothering to cover his mouth. Damian narrowed his eyes as he scrutinized the older man, "You really don't look good, dad. I think you should sit down." Mr. Church waved his hand quickly at his son, "Don't change the subject! I asked why're you doing this? Why have you just -cough- given up on life? Your friends don't even know if you're alive in here, your sister thinks you've gone mad, and your mother....your poor mother."

At the bringing up of his mom Damien turned away from his dead and ran a hand over his short hair. He felt bad enough as it was, he didn't need his dad coming to him throwing all of this in his face. "The poor woman's on her deathbed and hasn't seen her only son in nearly -coughcough- nearly a year!" "Dammit dad don't you think I know that! Don't you think I wanna see mom?! I just...can't. Not until my shit's together." "What the hell are you talking about!?" The old man hobbled to Damien, nearly falling as his own sickness was beginning to get the better of him. "Dad, you really need to take a seat." Damien stared at the man with worry etched into his face, his dad really was looking worse and worse.

Moving toward his father Damien touched his shoulders to try guiding him to the couch but his dad simply swatted him away. "Going see your mother and reconnecting with your friends is getting your sh-coughcoughHACK!-" "Dad!" Damien moved forward but his father had already collapsed to the hardwood floor. "Dad! Dad, can you hear me!?" His father appeared to be having a seizure, a rather violent one at that, and Damien had no idea what to do. He tried holding the man still and pinning him to the floor but his father was still kicking and bouncing around uncontrollably. "Wait, just hold on!"

Oz hated to have to take his eyes off of his dad but he needed to quickly run into the kitchen and grab a phone. He dialed 911 and dashed back into the livingroom where his father was as quickly as his feet would carry him. When he got back his father was already motionless. Frozen, Damien just stood there frozen staring down at his father's body. "Dad?" The single word finally floated from Damien's now colorless face after what felt like an eternity. His legs were as heavy as stones but he managed to inch them bit by bit until finally he could crouch at his father's side.

"Oh god..." He touched his father's arm and immediately jerked back, Damien's fingers felt like they were on fire. Sadness washed over him, along with regret and guilt. He could see that his father was no longer breathing, his dad was dead...and he had died calling Damien out for being a coward. Just then Damien heard the squeal of strained tires and then the crunch of metal hitting something immovable, followed quickly by the smash of glass.

Racing over to his window Damien peered out down at the street below and gasped. Fires were spreading on his block and three blocks over. A car lay totaled against a pole, another car then slammed into that one. Another car came up, swerved sharply and caused its tires to blow out before the vehicle was sent tumbling over itself. People ran through the streets screaming. Damien placed his hands on the glass and peered closer; were people chasing one another?

The world was going to hell. The police had never picked up when he called, and his father lay dead on his apartment floor. Damien needed to get out of there and go get his mom before the entire city imploded.

PLANS: He'll probably die at some point, right?

ANYTHING ELSE?: Damien is also a spy/voyeur/peepingtom sometimes, its like television to him.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

GO BY: Damien or Oz works for me
ROLEPLAY LEVEL: Over 9 thousand! Not too suckish
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: It was an ad on some site...I can't recall what site though. I suck lol
PASSWORD: *****
TIME ZONE: Central, wutwut!

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