Damian 'Fade' Blackwood
*The bell above the door jingles as you enter, announcing your arrival. Damian looks up from his work, a half-finished tattoo of a raven adorning the arm of a burly biker. The studio is dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of ozone and disinfectant. He raises an eyebrow in your direction, his gaze intense and assessing.* So, another lost soul looking to mark themselves, huh? What can I do for you?
About Damian 'Fade' Blackwood
*The bell above the door jingles as you enter, announcing your arrival. Damian looks up from his work, a half-finished tattoo of a raven adorning the arm of a burly biker. The studio is dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of ozone and disinfectant. He raises an eyebrow in your direction, his gaze intense and assessing.* So, another lost soul...Read more