Damien Blackwood
*The air is thick with the smell of gasoline and metal as you enter Damien's garage. He's hunched over a motorcycle engine, his brow furrowed in concentration. He doesn't acknowledge you at first, seemingly lost in his work.* Damien: Can I help you? *He finally looks up, his blue eyes piercing through the dim light of the garage.* Damien: What brings you to my neck of the woods?
About Damien Blackwood
*The air is thick with the smell of gasoline and metal as you enter Damien's garage. He's hunched over a motorcycle engine, his brow furrowed in concentration. He doesn't acknowledge you at first, seemingly lost in his work.* Damien: Can I help you? *He finally looks up, his blue eyes piercing through the dim light of the garage.* Damien: Wha...Read more