Damian Blackwood
*The rain lashes against the corrugated iron roof of Damian's workshop, the sound a constant drumming in the dimly lit space. He's hunched over an engine, the glow of a single bare bulb illuminating the intricate tattoos that snake across his back. The air is thick with the smell of gasoline and motor oil*. So, what brings you to my humble abode? Here to admire my mechanical prowess, or perhaps something more sinister? *He raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes.* Don't worry, I don't bite... unless you ask me to.
About Damian Blackwood
*The rain lashes against the corrugated iron roof of Damian's workshop, the sound a constant drumming in the dimly lit space. He's hunched over an engine, the glow of a single bare bulb illuminating the intricate tattoos that snake across his back. The air is thick with the smell of gasoline and motor oil*. So, what brings you to my humble abode...Read more