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Damon Malvoy
Strawberry
Character information
  1. Alias
    Damon
  2. Date of birth
    1998-10-23 (20 years old)
  3. Place of birth
    Oslo, Norway
  4. Nationality
    Norwegian
  5. Languages
    Norwegian / English
  6. Religion
    Christian

Description

  1. Height
    196 cm
  2. Weight
    87 kg
  3. Build
    Skinny fit
  4. Hair
    Brown
  5. Eyes
    Brown
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Occupation
    Student
  8. Affiliation
    The Jackals

Background

Damon was walking down the streets, with his empty pockets. Looking around for a handout. The sun was shining brighter than the day before, at least that's what it felt like for Damon Norman, every day he got a little bit more sweaty and a little more frustrated seeing how everyone around him lived the life he wanted. The high life, the life that every human being seeks out. Days go past even though it would rain, Damon was still as frustrated and hot as he would be on a hot summer day.

After a couple of months of just being the underpaid bartender he was, he decided that from now on he is going to attempt to live his life how he wanted it to be.

He would walk around the bit more luxurious parts of his town just to see how the morning of the not average human would be like. He attempts to sneak into the more luxurious clubs, which wouldn't always work but when it did he had the main goal of seducing women, or getting good friends with random people there so he could lower their guard so eventually he could steal something from them and at the same time experience the better things in life. Always saying to them that he had lost his credit card, or whatever the topic would be.

 

Damon had studied the life of different prosperous individuals, so he knew all he needed to know to sound a bit more formal within the topic. One day he would steal a rolex the other day he would just have fun, one day he would get in, one day he would get caught.

 

While in the club, he had a higher goal. He wanted to steal the identity of one of the filthy rich individuals in the area. This person had similarities to Damon's apparel. The challenge was that this person had bodyguards, but Damon's ego had grown to a state where he saw nothing as impossible. This would end up giving Damon consequences.

 

He had gotten to the state with this filthy rich asshole, where they saw each other as friends or whatever one would call a person you hang out with in a club with. Damon reached over for his pocket when one of the bodyguards caught him, yelling over towards this rich asshole what Damon was doing.

 

They carried him outside, to the back of the area and beat him up to the state where Damon thought he was going to die. Then one of the guards asked if I ever was going to steal again, Damon first sat there with blood dripping from his nose, head, and mouth all quiet. The Bodyguard then proceeds to put on a couple of rings, Damon notices what he is going to do and then all of the sudden sharp object stick out from the bodyguard's stomach. Damon falls unconscious.

Damon's eyes open slowly, with the smell of liquor and bad food around him. He opens his eyes fully and looks around while he gets up in a sitting position on the bed. A man walks up to him asking how he is feeling. Damon quickly answers nervously, “Who are you? Where am I?” the man smiles while he tells him how he has been looking over Damon's shoulder ever since he realised what Damon was doing in the club and at other places. The mysterious man then continues to tell Damon about the Ragged Purse and what it is all about.

 

A pub with both drinks and food, used as a headquarters by an organization which is all about gathering information and stealing but not from just anyone. Cause it doesn't matter if the person they are stealing from is rich or poor.

 

Doesn't even matter if it's anything valuable. This organization just do tasks which are being asked for and then continue to get complete the task to get their payment. Damon immediately gets interested to join the organization. They spend the day introducing Damon to the job, and how it works. Nevertheless, the people that he will be around him and with him. Damon, then remembers how he got away from the guard, and the sharp object he saw right before he fell unconscious.

 

(Conversation between the two about the situation)

 

But.. what about, what happened with that guard that was beating me up, do you guys also.. ehm, kill people?

 

*Giggles* No, but in our line of work anonymity is key.

 

So.. ehm, what about the guy and the other bodyguard?

 

*Smiles in a crooked way* It's dealt with since you were going to become one of us your anonymity is important for us. Since you didn't know what you were going to be a part of I fixed it for you. You owe me one *Winks*

 

How.. how long have you followed me?

 

Long enough.

 

(The story continues in a narrative perspective)

 

 

Calling in a favor - the Ragged Purse

 

After a year of working with the Ragged Purse, he wasn't the best thief out there but he wasn't the worst either. He was just what you could call your common thief, with some quick hands, decent knife skills and could mix a hell of a drink. The not so mysterious man was talking to Damon about the standing of the organisation and was telling him that they weren't doing to good, he then said he had gotten a mission that would fix all of our problems if they could complete it but the target was some chernarussian guy, but this time it wasn't just about stealing a carpet or stealing a painting.

 

It was more serious, they wanted this guy dead. Which was not something the Ragged Purse normally would do, but at the state of the organization they had to. Damon first refused, seeing how Damon had never killed anyone, and not only that but he would have to travel to Chernarus, a foreign country when he never ever even been outside of his own country. The not so mysterious man then said, remember when I first met you? Remember when I said you owed me one? Well, I am calling in that favor right now. So the adventure began.


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