Application for wariscoming; [Part 1 of 2]
Note: App is split into two sections; Game History for War is in Part 2, which will be linked below.
OUT OF CHARACTER
Name: Mike Age: 38 Email/AIM: email@example.com, shoot the wings Timezone: US/Eastern
Name: Damien Thorn Fandom: The Omen Age: 21 Point in Canon: Eight years after Damien: Omen II [and five years of memories in "Wariscoming", along with 50 years of memories in the Cage] Alignment: Formerly evil, but switched toward Neutral/Good Powers (If any): Envirokinesis; basically, he can affect anything with gears, mechanical parts, electricity, wires, gas, moving parts, explosions, etc. He can usually use this to create very dangerous and lethal accidents to his enemies similar to those depicted in the Final Destination films. The ability has a chaotic unpredictable nature, like an "eye of the storm" (he appears calm yet the area around him is rife with danger) type deal. He could sometimes gain control over dogs, carnivorous birds, and the weak-willed to either obey or commit suicide, or slightly hesitate in their attacks, occasionally induced in a trance state beforehand.. he had also been able to influence by touch but requires concentrated focus. However, he has never attempted that power in Lawrence since he often relied on his other abilities (and because it may increase the temptation to keep using it and eventually have him losing morality and become more like his former self). His jackal side gives him minor night vision, heightened senses of smell and hearing, as well as an affinity for canine types (though any other animals are oddly spooked by him, zoo trips never went very well for him as a kid).
Damien has a few weaknesses.. at least on the human level of things. He's immune to poison, sickness, disease, fumes, chemicals, as well as any form of radiation or biological warfare. Unless the source of it is not made by man and rather by a Horseman, angel, deity, magic, or other supernatural means. Very difficult to kill by human methods as he tends to heal quickly, but species superior to humankind, especially angels or a high level demon, would possibly prove to be a danger. Decapitation might be another option, though most humans never got close enough to do so; he could possibly be vulnerable to electrical current to interrupt his healing process. Weapons of holy or magical attributes could kill him (though technically, to finally end him, the Seven Daggers of Meggiddo had to be stabbed a certain way and had to be done inside a church on an altar). He's also not very comfortable in holy places.
Personality: His personality is that a calm and calculating young man, quite reserved, but he also has a dark side to him. Appearances (his own as well) are important to him. He mostly keeps things to himself. Not really one to bare his feelings to the world, he would always keep it in and not share with anyone but those close to him. Showing vulnerability was weakness, or so he was taught. Love may be a weakness too, as it also creates open vulnerability. He had always been cynical about that topic and so he never really paid much mind or actively sought it out intentionally. As he's not exactly a human, him actually falling in love with someone is highly rare and an issue he never dwelt much on; not to mention that his true origins would have scared off most potential mates anyway. But when he does have someone like that, or a friend at the least, he's loyal to them and would try to help them when possible. But if betrayed... well, that's the opposite end of the spectrum, betrayers and traitors would have become an enemy for life (which lasted no longer than a week at most). He considers himself a leader, since that is what he was born to do. It's something he was raised to be from an early age, groomed for it, taught by his mentors, and got college degrees for. He had mixed feelings about his destiny; he's not fully interested in destroying an entire world and killing everyone, such a notion is counter-productive to the business, and plus, he likes people. His style was more about power and control more than outright destruction, although a little chaos and mayhem now and then can be fun. He's also a firm believer in free will, self-preservation, and living life to the fullest. Another trait is that he likes to release sometimes, specifically using his powers to let loose with its destructive talents. Often it's less that he likes it and more of something that he feels a need to do. Whether that be demolishing some trash in a junkyard or abandoned or condemned buildings, or laying waste to a target that needs taking down, and it helps if they're evil so as to avoid karmic guilt. In that vein, he is also quite fond of movies that contain multiple explosions and traffic crashes. Horror movies on the other hand, contrary to what one may believe, he finds boring and clichéd.
One of his personal habits as far as quirks go is that he likes perfection. All through his school times, he had strived for excellence, to always try to be the best with everything. He also likes things clean, believes that things should have control and order; if one were to see his room, it would perhaps be one of the cleanest they had seen. He has certain phobias as well. He doesn't like being inside religious buildings, especially Christian churches. There are two reasons for this. One, his foster father once tried to kill him on a church altar when he was five, ending in the man being gunned down by police. Secondly, and this is speculation, it could also be just a result of what he is, as well as the being he comes from. But of course, phobias can be overcome with practice and perseverance. He might be a little wary around angels but might feel more comfortable around such beings after a while of knowing them. And of course if there's a guaranteed no-smiting policy toward him so long as he doesn't harm an innocent.
Brief History: Damien was born on June 6th at 6am in Rome. He is the child of Satan and a jackal, and his destiny is to become the Antichrist as spoken of in Revelation. He has no fingerprints. There is a cluster of 666 under his scalp. He was given to Robert Thorn in place of his own deceased infant and they lived in England. He was to grow up in the sea of politics. He was surrounded by followers as well, dark agents loyal to him and his purpose, protecting him, taking places in his life (doctors, nannies, a sergeant, priests, etc). When he was five, there were many accidents that happened to anyone who found out his identity or was a threat to him. After the death of the mother and several others, Robert found out that the way to kill the beast: take him to a church, kill him on the altar with the seven holy Daggers of Megiddo. But it failed. The police arrived just before he could do it and killed the man.
Damien was an orphan once again, and went to live with the man's brother in Chicago for seven more years. The man, Richard, had a new wife (who was a secret follower) and a son named Mark. When they turned 13, both boys attended Davidson Military Academy. Damien had two followers. One was the platoon sergeant Daniel Neff, the other was Paul Buher.. who worked closely with Richard at Thorn Industries, a company that would have branches in the world. It was not long before the boy had learned exactly who and what he was, after reading his Bible and finding the birthmark. He'd overreacted a bit at first, but came to accept it, and actually began to enjoy what he was. A few workers (and customers) who were in opposition of certain policies died in freak accidents, one instance of which took place in the form of a poison epidemic when the class had a field trip. Damien was not affected at all.
His cousin, after a few more deaths, had also found the truth. They had argued. And in the woods, when things got heated, Damien lost control of his dark power and Mark had fallen over dead, killed by an aneurysm in the brain. That seemed to kill off a few more trails of the boy's humanity. He had graduated the academy with honors. That night, Richard and Ann were arguing in the Thorn Museum. Ann, ever so loyal, ended up killing her husband. And since she was the Whore of Babylon, Damien was led to eradicate her as well, by causing a boiler explosion that decimated the building as he left. Alone, he then moved in with Paul, who had been looking after him for the past five years. Then he had attended Yale for about four years after his connections got him in (as well as a spot in the fraternities, not to mention student government). He excelled in each class, majoring especially in the areas of business and politics. And... he may also have very likely picked up quite a few followers on campus too. It was after he graduated that he was handed the reigns to the global company he inherited. It was only a matter of time before he embarked on his political career and his influence reached around the entire world. He was at last becoming just as his true father had designed him for, and the young man was performing admirably up to the expectations so far.
However, it would seem that fate or other forces had other plans. He was brought to another universe by a Seal. A Biblical, one of many that the demon Lilith needed to break Lucifer from Hell's Cage. Unfortunately, or fortunate depending on point of view, his travel to that world cut off connection to his father. As a result, he also didn't have the title of Antichrist while there (and no more omniscience, or people randomly dying if they discovered his identity, knowing all the answers to a question, etc). No rank, no power or leadership over demons. He had at first entertained the notion of joining the demons, but after a deadly fight in which he barely escaped, he reconsidered his priorities. He came to the idea that this was an interesting opportunity: his destiny was no longer bound to the Bible or his father's plans, or even God's plan. He was unbound from that destiny and path, able to be free of it and choose his own way, whether it be for good or ill. So he then joined up with the good guys, using his chaotic talents to help in the fight against the evil side, while also keeping a tight lid on no one discovering his true origins. Because frankly, that usually always resulted in plots and attempts at his demise, and he'd rather have avoided that. Fighting for good was.. different. For a while. It was completely different than his usual style, or if he was helpful before, then it was to gain something or use someone. But this time it was for real. Nothing to gain other than not being a threat or villain to take down, for once. And so he continued to help and do his part.
He had noticed talk on the boards about containment plans and contingencies for threats. It was one probably spoken briefly of before but now seemed more in depth. Not just for specific vampires, but for all, for anyone who could be a threat to the people. Damien had wondered if there would be any for him. He'd think that it may be a good idea, if he ever went back to his old ways. He hoped that those who did know of him, few as they may be, might have an option for what to do if he reached a worst case scenario. Perhaps it would be easy. Maybe impossible in his own world, but not here; here, not everyone was just an ordinary human. But he didn't expect there would be a problem for his part in the long run. Four to five years in this universe and he still was on the side of Team Good Guy, with no slipping up so far. Temptation at times, of course. But he believed he was still stable enough to continue living safely and to still be useful to others. He was about to check on his friends in the manor once again, perhaps have another heart to heart talk about the Cage and maybe see if they needed any distractions. Maybe a movie, or going out to a fancy diner.
However, the Seal had struck once again. It had sent his friends home occasionally, acquaintances, and family once. It seemed now it was his turn. After so long in Kansas and doing good, he was suddenly sent back to his home world. It was exactly as it was when he'd left. He remembered Kansas for a short time but that eventually faded, til it was more like a lost dream in the subconscious. There was an occasional sense of deja vu such as when someone had a ruby necklace, or employees at work had a Star Trek ringtone, or a business partner used the word "prudent" when emphasizing the need to swiftly close a deal. But such lingerings in his mind lasted only a brief moment before putting it aside to move on with the tasks at hand. So he continued with his business, running the international company he had inherited. Mostly going through the motions of return during the week, then partying at the clubs on the weekend. As to his "other" work, that mostly consisted of recruiting followers to his side, assigning tasks to make temptation easier for people, giving the occasional speech or sermon to the flock, and other such things.
Through it all, he would go about the routine but have a sense he was missing something. Possibly it had something to do with his vague and weird dreams, or maybe the fact that it was usually lonely at the top, or more likely, wondering where all of it led to. What he was working for and what the final battle required.. or even if it was necessary at all. Good and evil had been warring since the beginning, the idea of a finality to it was an unusual notion for most, even for him. And of course he was mentally hesitant about the world being finished. He liked it as it was and being on top, so ending it seemed a bit counter-productive to his current work. But he'd not speak of this to any soul, he knew he'd have to do in the end what fate, destiny, or prophecy called on him to do. Even though he might prefer to live his own way, he understood duty and expectation.
And so three months had passed. It was time spent running his business and making allies. He was, however, one of the youngest men known in America to be head of their own company. There were some who had talents they used in high positions, prodigies really, but Damien seemed to have more influence than most when it came to the business and political circles. But he was still new to this. He did well enough but thankfully he was a natural. And of course he had the Disciples. Two of which had membership in his inner circle and could still turn to them for advice. He had also been studying in depth about past leaders, corporate kings, as well as how leaders of nations did things. He had spent the last weekend in Europe as a vacation of sorts. One of his British allies he had known a year before had suggested fox hunting on horseback as a hobby. So, always willing to try new things, Damien had participated. It was a nice break from the daily business. It was hard at first but he caught on after several rounds. He could probably have tracked the foxes due to his jackal/canine side, but showing off wasn't the point. It was fun. And so, he let the hounds do the tracking and he would do some shooting. Though the trip to the UK wasn't merely for a hunting trip with friends. He also had taken the opportunity to check in some of the London offices for the company. Announce himself, watch the workers, make sure business ran smoothly. Once back in Chicago, tired from the trip, he had prepared himself to check on things at the office before heading home. Turned out he had a busy week ahead. Unfortunately, he was yet again to be taken by powers beyond his control. He paused in confusion and noticed he was no longer in the top floor of Thorn Industries. He was in a cemetery, old grass and dirt, with gravestones.. one of which he was sitting upon. The Seal had done as it often did, bringing someone back to Kansas. This time it would seem that Damien Thorn was chosen. For what, he didn't know nor was he sure if anyone else did. One thing he did know was that he should be prepared for anything to happen. He was sure he could adapt to it again. He was good at adaptability. Always had been.
Played By: Tom Sturridge
Third Person: It was late at night on Sunday. Damien Thorn had just flown into Chicago on his personal plane and was in the main study of his manor. Dressed in slacks, a shirt and tie, navy blue business jacket, and a long dark overcoat. The hunting weapons had already been locked securely away. The butler had greeted him and arrangements made to prepare him a small meal with red wine. "Thank you, George," he had said with a polite nod as he closed the doors to the room, loosening his tie as he sat at the desk. He pushed some buttons on the answering machine. Not many messages for the weekend. Mostly work related. A couple from his disciples asking about membership benefits for the new folk. Oh, and one from his VP Paul Buher asking if the company barbecue was still a go. End of messages. He sighed, still a bit exhausted from the time in England. He'd have to go there again. He decided not to call all of them back right now. It was late Sunday after all. He jotted down a reminder note for himself to get to them in the morning. It was then that he caught the scent. Ahh, food! It was ready and smelled delicious. That cook was getting a raise for sure.
Damien stood up and waited as those doors begin to open. But then he paused. He couldn't exactly sense anything otherworldly taking place, just a feeling that he should recall something important but not knowing why. It was just about as futile as trying to catch vaporous mist and keep it. Not even a full second later, he was no longer in his mansion. The aroma of a well-cooked dish was absent. He was actually.. outdoors? Worn green and browned grass on the ground. Couple trees dotted the area. And tombstones! Was this a cemetery? He was now somehow sitting on a tombstone, in fact. "Damn, I much preferred the nice swivel chair from five minutes ago," he said with a sigh as he got up, a look of familiarity now appearing on his face. He knew this place! There was a sense of recognition as well as a bit of dread. He looked toward the gate and saw the name of the place: Stull Cemetary. And right now, he was suddenly having memories of the past, images and events, relationships, battles, no longer dormant or forgotten in dreams but very real and pushed to the front surface of the mind. He was back here. He was curious how much time passed since his last time. Month or two? A year? Maybe a century? Hard to tell when all he could see was this graveyard at the moment. He wasn't even sure if those he knew before were still present and alive. Hopefully this wasn't some darker alternate universe to the Lawrence town he remembered. He also felt a bit quiet within himself. Where before he could feel his father's presence and inwardly speak to him, then get an answer.. now there was nothing. Just like before. So no urgent plans, then. Didn't have to be anywhere important or meet anyone, didn't have to do any of his father's work. Part of him had enjoyed a bit of it, but it was sort of relieving to be his own free agent again. No high expectations of destiny now. Besides, there were more important things going on. Or at least there were before he was sent away. He wasn't sure one way or another if the circumstances had changed.
He had by now began to feel other memories of Hell, of the Cage. More importantly, however? He realized, as if a light turned on, that it was right here that the Cage had opened up below him. Or close by at least. He jumped off the stone on impulse, emotions on edge from fear and worry, feeling a frantic need to get far from here as soon as possible. No way did he want the ground opening beneath him again. It looked normal now, but he wasn't one to take chances. So he walked fast, looking over his shoulder occasionally as he quickened the pace, urgently staying near the tree area as he made his way to the gate. Hopefully they still had the two nightclubs here. Or better, the apartment complex he had stayed in when he was turned into a child. He'd need an amulet. And of course answers, but getting somewhere protected was now his primary focus. He paused at the gate now as he looked back. He wanted to make sure it was just him. There was a chance someone else would suddenly drop in, wouldn't be good form to just leave without maybe waiting first. Someone could need help after all. He'd give it five minutes and then he would make his exit. He hoped it would be soon. He didn't particularly enjoy the last time in this graveyard, after all.
First Person: [Filtered; no evil or Heaven] Oh my God, what am I doing here, how? I have to get back. I had things to do! Important work, how did I evenActually might not be seen as funny so I won't even Huh. This again? Honestly. Once again cut off from my.. nevermindMy dad was the only one who thought I was a bit off about me when I went back, I admit I was a bit wary for a while Not that it's unwelcomed. I'd just never thought I'd be back here again. Was even starting to think it was a dream. But really, Seal? Had to bring me - and others, I'm sure - to this cemetery? To the place where I remember falling into Hell. Okay, that's not going to trigger anything. But then, maybe it's just random. Anyway. Hello, I'm back now. For anyone I don't know or are new here.. my name is Damien. Damien Thorn. This town was my home for a while.
So, anyone I know still here? Kirk? Parker, Sidney? How did that 500 Backpacks plan go for the Center? But more importantly, I'll need to acquire another anti-possession amulet again. So if there's someone who has some in stock, I'd like to swing by and pick a few up. And those plans of hunting, with the interrogations and stopping Apocalypse Part 2. If that's still going on, I'd like to set about helping in that as soon as I get myself adjusted here. Is my manor still gone nowI should check out some alternate housing just in case