Damien actually had to smother a laugh at Melanie's 'Glow Glitters and chasing things' comment. He knew how absurd it all seemed. He really did. Smiling a little, he tilted his hat upright, out of his eyes before answering her questions.
"When there's demons, there's got to be demon-slayers. I'm .. something of that kind. I never learned I even had these 'glitter-glow' powers until I first encountered a demon killing my mother. I had to stop her. I kept getting angrier at the sight... and next thing I know the gold light just burst out of my palms and hit the demon square in the stomach. It was dust... but my mother had already been killed."
He tried not to dwell on the subject, considering he usually didn't like to talk about his life. Or the fact his own father had left him abandoned at age 8 just after seeing his wife brutally murdered. He knew his son had nothing to do with it. But, the fact was, he'd considered his son a total failure for not being able to save Eileen.
After the father-figure left, Damien grew up quickly, living in orphanages, and foster care until he was 18, then struck a living for himself with two jobs delivering pizza -and- bagging groceries. So the odds evened out, and while a bit of a work-a-holic, he was still just a semi-normal civilian, with a hobby for reading, video games, and the occasional basket-ball game at the YMCA.
"As for living out of the way, its really not a problem. I don't work today, and it would make me feel a little better if I at least knew you were safe." He waited in silence for her decision after that, not pestering her at all. He was just that way. The strong, silent but not anti-social type.
Damien Smith hated the down-pouring rain in Seattle. Every day it seemed to just rain ceaselessly. The young 24 year old man with pitch black hair kept neatly around his ears, an oval shaped face, with strange sunburst gold eyes, tanned skin, and 6'2 in height stared dismally out the bus window. At his next stop he got off the bus, and headed for a large shopping mall. He didn't want to go in really, he hated crowded places! But since he was capable of tracking and destroying Demons of all types, his senses definitely screamed there was one here. A nasty one at that. So, without any further hesitation, Damien walked fairly confident through the crowds: dressed inconspicuously in his casual clothes, he looked no more noticeable than any other guy in the crowds. So long as he kept his unusual eyes down, that is. He was broad shouldered, and wiry for his age, but had hidden strength, and muscles to spare. His entire aura seemed to crackle with electricity just then, and he spotted a girl, near his own age.... she was pretty of course, but he was damned certain there was a demon near her! And he didn't know how to warn her without sounding completely insane. So, from a distance, he stalked the demon himself, waiting for the right moment to strike. Then, just as he was casually about to turn a corner -SMACK!- he ran right into the poor girl without any warning! "Oh I'm so sorry..... terribly clumsy..." He said, attempting to help her up and dust himself off at the same time. What a rotten night! Things just kept going from bad to worse! All Damien wanted to do was go kill the demon, and go home to dry off. Was that so much to ask?~ 