Damien

Childhood
Damien Ethridge, or Dam as his nickname, is a so-called night-elf and is very secretive about his past, even to his friends. He only says that he was born in a warm country and doesn’t say no when they suggest the Caribbean.

He has always been very easy-going and even before his powers started to appear, he had no trouble charming everyone he met.Here you can read more about the elves.

Powers
Damien is a very rare type of telepath, where he can’t hear literal thoughts, but instead, feel the electrical impulses of the other person's brain. Read more here.

Weaknesses & Fears
Damien’s powers are both his strength and his weakness. His biggest fear is that no one can like him for who he is and not because the powers tell them to. He wants to know if it’s possible, but at the same time, he’s terrified of the answer.

Even though he shows confidence in front of others, he’s constantly battling with himself and who he truly is. His powers are leaning towards the Dark and the general opinion of night-elves is that among the different elves, they are the ones closest to the Dark. He has relied on his powers for as long as he can remember, and feel that none of his relationships in life are real.

But, the biggest fear of all is the idea of becoming cold and dead inside and stop caring about anything.

Personal song #1
© Green Day, Boulevard of Broken dreams, 2004 I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known

Don't know where it goes, but it's only me, and I walk alone

My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me

My shallow heart’s the only thing that's beating

Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me

Till then I walk alone

I'm walking down the line

That divides me somewhere in my mind

On the border, line of the edge

And where I walk alone

Read between the lines

What's fucked up and every thing's all right

Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive

And I walk alone

Personal song #2
© Skillet, Would it matter, 2009 If I wasn't here tomorrow,

would anybody care?

If my time was up I'd wanna know,

you were happy I was there

If I wasn't here tomorrow,

would anyone lose sleep?

If I wasn't hard and hollow,

then maybe you would miss me

If I wasn't here tomorrow,

would anybody care?

Still stuck inside this sorrow,

I've got nothing and going nowhere

I know I'm a mess and I wanna be someone,

someone that I'd like better

What if I just pulled myself together,

would it matter at all?

What if I just tried not to remember,

would it matter at all?

All the chances that have passed me by

would it matter if I gave it one more try?

Would it matter at all?