Damien Wynter
Despacito
General Info
Name: Damien Wynter
Alias: N/A
Titles: N/A
Affiliation: Confederacy of Independent Systems- Ministry of Secrets
Species: Epicanthix
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 198 lbs
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin: White
Force Sensitive: No
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Appearance
Damien is a thin, muscular Epicanthix who is a bit short for his native species. He typically keeps a short beard, as he otherwise has a bit of a baby face that others are fond of teasing him about. He's more lean than heavily muscled, definitely not of of those high-and-mighty-but-has-chronic-health-issues-from-all-those-'roids gym shark types. Damien's hair naturally flows up and to the right, and the lack of grooming in that department causes it to keep that general form most of the time. Other than a thin scar running over the right side of his lip, he bears no distinguishing marks in order to keep a low profile in his line of work.
Relationships
Significant Other: Depends on when you're asking, I suppose
Primary Allies: None
Arch-Rival: None
Rivals: None
Biography
Damien grew up an Epicanthix immigrant living on Mandalore. By all accounts, it was less terrible than it could've been given their circumstances. Still, he was resentful towards the Galaxy for the situation his family was forced to live in. His parents had no money, and due to their alien ethnic background his family was treated like second-class citizens by the native Mandalorians. Many jobs were off-limits to his father, who eventually enlisted as a low-level soldier in the Mandalorian army. They didn't have much, but they had each other. With that and a meager income, they managed to get by.
As he grew older, Damien became jealous of how much better the native children were treated compared to him and his fellow immigrants. Still, due to his non-alien appearance he was treated better than most. He even managed to befriend a boy his age named Vimrig who helped shield him from the constant harassment he received at school. With Vimrig's help, Damien began to blend in over the years. Some even seemed to forget he wasn't Mandalorian. Due to his witty sense of humor and charming smile, he made friends fast and managed to crawl a little ways out of the social pit he had been born in to.
In tertiary school, his friends kept pestering him until he joined the school's combat team. He wasn't jacked like most of the Mandalorians were, just thin lean muscle. Because of this, he was one of the only people at tryouts in his weight class and subsequently made the team without much difficulty. He found he enjoyed fighting, it allowed his to get out some of his anger as to his family's struggling financial scenario. He learned a lot from his fighting instructors, but preferred to mix it all into his own sort of improvised fighting style based off of adaptability and quickness. as opposed to rigid tactics and brute strength. His instructors hated it, but they couldn't argue with the results. He made it to regional finals his first three years, and eventually won the planetary championship in his weight class during his senior year.
Life seemed to be looking up until he graduated from school and had to face the real world. His parents' financial and social status prevented him receiving a military officership like most of his friends. Even Vimrig was forced to depart as the Mandalorians culled more young men and women for the war effort against the One Sith. Not wanting to become a lowly enlisted soldier like his father, Damien went to work as an engineer at a weapons manufacturing lab. He got decent pay, enough to keep his family's heads above the water. Then, they received word that his father had been killed at Wayland. His mother was distraught, while Damien didn't even have time to grieve as he was now the sole source of income for the family. He went to work each morning with anger compounding by the day. Just when things were starting to look up, the Galaxy had robbed him of his joy in an instant.
It wasn't long before the suitors came for his mother. She was quite beautiful, even accounting for the fact that she was in her mid-fifties. She turned down every man that came to her, until one day one of the lesser Mandalorian noblemen came knocking at their door in a drunken stupor. Damien had just come home after a particularly long work shift when he encountered the noblemen attempting to rape his mother. In a fit of absolute raw and uncontrollable rage that had been building up for months he beat the man to death with his bare fists. Left kneeling and gasping for air above the man's corpse, Damien knew he had to leave immediately before the authorities responded to his mother's anguished cries for help. Despite the just nature of his actions, the law enforcement officers would always side with the victimized nobleman over the lower-class alien. He grabbed what he could, even snatching the dead man's purse before departing. Damien and his mother boarded a ship bound for Bimmisaari and never looked back.
Damien used the dead man's money to buy his mother a small restaurant on Bimmisaari, a venue he hoped would make her enough money to create a new life for herself. She begged him to stay with her, but he knew she wouldn't be safe with him while the Mandalorian authorities were still on the hunt for him. Alas, he had to depart his tearful mother with a promise that he would one day return to her.
After Bimmisaari, he barely had enough money left for a flight to Nar Shaddaa. There, he managed to employ his combat skills as an enforcer and manhunter for the crime lords of the lower levels. It wasn't exactly ethically pure work, but anything else was no longer an option for him He continued to work as an enforcer for a couple of years until his talents were noticed by some important people. A handler working for the Confederacy of Independent System's Ministry of Secrets approached him with a job offer. He could become a Crow, an elite assassin working to dispatch the enemies of the CIS. It paid well, but Damien was hesitant. He didn't want to get drawn into galactic politics. He just wanted to be left alone. However, the handler then offered to wipe his criminal record after eight years of service. There it was, an opportunity to return home to his mother and live out a peaceful life in the Bimmisaari countryside. He shook hands with the handler and headed to Geonosis, the capital of the Confederacy.
And so his new life would begin.
Abilities
Strengths
+ Assassin- due to training by both the Mandalorians and the Crows, Damien is has mastered a large number of firearms, melee weapons, and hand-to-hand combat
+ Physicality- all of the technical combat knowledge in the world won't help you unless you have the physical prowess to endure a fight
+ Mental Durability- being an Epicanthix, Damien has a natural resistance against force-based mental attacks
+ Cunning- while by no means a mastermind, Damien has an uncanny knack for outwitting his opponents in creative and unexpected ways
Weaknesses
-Smart-ass- though a good sense of humor can be good thing, Damien also has a penchant for joking around far too often in situations where it is uncalled for
-Women- the classic Achilles' heel
-Ric Flair- "If I'm going to something, I might as well look like a badass doing it."
-Not Force-Sensitive- it seems like everyone wants to write a FU these days, and having the inability to use space magic puts Damien at a pretty big disadvantage
-Vengeful- if someone messes with those he cares about, particularly the downtrodden of the Galaxy, all bets are off
Powers/Abilities/Skills
*On scale of 1-10. 1 being Novice, 10 being completely mastered
Combat Skills
Teräs Käsi- 9
Mixed Martial Arts- 10
Swordsmanship- 9
Marksmanship- 9
Technical Skills
Flying- 6
Slicing- 4
Infiltration- 8
Cooking(TV dinner)- 10
Cooking(non-TV dinner)- π
Other
Player Kills: Soon™
Bounties Collected: Soon™
Trophies: None