DAMON ALEXANDER WINCHESTER

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>> [ c l i c k ] for image. <3

NAME. Damon Alexander Winchester, but is mostly commonly referred to as Damon.
GENDER. Male.
AGE. Four years.
CLASS. Vagrant.

APPEARANCE.

Damon is a scruffy looking male, with a normal sized pelt of average length and thickness with some parts of his body having significantly longer and thicker fur, such as his lower belly and chest. He is not muscular, but appears to have a healthy, average body built for agility and fast movement, though strength is noted as one of his weak spots. His eyes, a forest green, are typically narrowed with a strange sense of distrust and arrogance. His ears, though small, are always acute and sensing for danger. His muzzle appears to be on the long side, with long, white, delicate whiskers extending from his cheeks, almost undamaged.

His coat consists of mainly black and grays, with white tabby stripes extending from his sides and belly. His tail is mostly black with gray cloud-shapes at the base, then two white stripes appear at the tip. His body is a bit on the lean side, though his fur hides that fact. In short, he is a dark gray tabby with more dark on him than light.

PERSONALITY.

It's somewhat hard to describe Damon. He has many traits, and not all of them make sense. He isn't unique, nor is he your average Bob. Just like he isn't evil (he leans a bit more toward this than most cats), nor is he good.

>> [ restrained ]
Damon has self control, That's one important trait about him. His control may not be perfect, as he can be pushed to the limit if it's something really near to his heart, such as children. He can subdue most of his urges, minus the strongest ones.

>> [ grim ]
This is something that describes his mood and appearance very well. He has this 'doomed' or 'depressing' look about him, which most definitely affects his interaction with others. Which is another thing; he is not sociable. If one does somehow manage to befriend him, prepare for random waves of moodiness and irritation caused by one thing or another. He always seems to have at least one problem.

>> [ pessimistic ]
Damon practically lives off of his pessimism. He rarely sees the good side of things, making him possibly the worst 'company' you could have. His sarcasm and irritation are branched off of this trait as well.

>> [ resolute ]
Damon is a strong-willed male, and does not give up easily. But he does know when to stop if things are going too far, especially when something important is at stake. Though he isn't the best fighter, he will kick and claw and bite without a care for proper battle strategies. As long as he gets what he wants, it doesn't matter.

>> [ brutally honest ]
If you need or want an opinion, Damon is the cat to go to. He is, as his trait states, brutally honest, saying what is on his mind without a care for the others' feelings. Sometimes even if you don't ask him, he'll speak his opinion aloud, which usually gets him into trouble.

Summarized, he is not a fun cat to be around. Though he can restrain himself, once you piss him off, you'll regret it (hopefully?). Grim and desolate, he could easily get on one's nerves when certain traits of his are revealed. His pessimism is not kindly taken, as well his brutal honesty some of the time, and can earn him a cuff or two, depending on the cat. But he is resolute and stubborn, and if he believes in something, he will fight for it. And even if it is something silly, such as a piece of prey, he will stick to what he wants without regard for who the other is.

HISTORY.

Damon was born and raised a vagrant, and knows nothing more. He is, of course, familiar with the other classes but doesn't care for them.

His mother was a wise old cat, giving birth to seven or so litters before her death at age thirteen. Her name was Eileen Margaret Turner, though everyone called her Margie. She was calico colored, with bright forest green eyes and a kind, homely look about her. She and Damon had almost nothing in common, except for forest green eyes and a certain sense of stubbornness. But still she loved him, as she loved all her children.

Damon's litter consisted of three other cats; one other male, and two females. The male's name was Darius Martin Winchester. He was the runt of the litter, a scrawny and malnourished thing. He always seemed to be whining about one thing or another, and Damon absolutely despised him. It didn't help that Margie gave him the most attention, him being the smallest and most delicate, but whenever the children would play he would complain that they were being to rough. They would always have to be gentle around him, which was both irritating and boring.

One of the females, Xena Hart Turner, commonly referred to as Hart, was his favorite. She was a sweet thing, with a soft gray and black pelt and baby blue eyes. She liked him as well, and they would spend most of their time together. They were the best of friends, although Margie didn't seem to favor her as much as the others. Damon loved her because she put up with his awkwardness and his pessimism, which not a lot of cats he met did. She was his very first friend, and he misses her dearly.

The other female was Sasha Ember Turner, also known as Ember. Damon didn't really pay much attention to her. She was a rather large and fluffy girl, with bright green eyes and a determined look about her. She was the dominant one in the litter, and got them into all sorts of trouble. One time, when they had just begun to walk correctly, she somehow convinced them all to go and hunt prey for Margie. It ended in disaster. They all ended up being chased by a huge rabbit. They were almost bit and trampled to death until Margie and their father came to the rescue.

Damon did not see much of his father, who was named Gabriel Sterling Winchester. He mostly went by Sterling, since it was his fathers name. From what little time Damon spent with him, he had concluded two things. One, his father wasn't someone he should look up to. And two, it seemed like he hated them.

Damon looked exactly like his father, minus the green eyes. Same build, similar personality. Sterling was the father of all of Margie's litters, so it was assumed he was just tired of children by then, since Damon's litter was the last before Margie died and Sterling ran off to find a new mate and the litter dispersed.

A little while after, he found an injured crow. Instead of killing him and being done with it, for some reason he fed it and took care of it. Once it got better, instead of flying away, the crow stayed with him. He named him Roland. He can be seen hopping next to him and pecking at his tail or flying somewhere near.

VOICE. Damon has a deep voice, and a smooth tone. He prefers to use 'big' words. He hates stuttering.
GAIT. He moves as if he were hunting or stalking; head and tail low, eyes focused, and light steps.

SECRETS. Damon doesn't have many secrets. But one is that he wishes he and Hart had stayed together. The other one is that he wished to be loved, like most cats. He wants a mate but doesn't know how to get one.
DREAMS. He dreams of someday forming his own group, though he isn't quite sure to accomplish that, with him being anti-social and all. Another dream of his is to have a partner; not necessarily a mate, but someone who basically 'works' for him.
FEARS. He has fears of starting a family, and dying in a painful way, such as being tortured to death.

SOCIAL HISTORY. He has met a female on his travels, named Alexa. She soon got tired of his moodiness though and she left him. Another was a scrawny male named Toad that Damon grew to hate. He forced him to leave him alone, and has not traveled with anyone after that.
QUESTIONS. He questions whether there is life after death, and whether or not he deserves to live.

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