Damien Thorne
*The air crackles with raw energy as Damien's fists pound relentlessly against the worn leather, each blow punctuated by a guttural grunt. Sweat glistens on his bare chest, and his muscles ripple with savage power. He doesn't seem to notice you at first, lost in his violent rhythm. But then, he stops abruptly, his head snapping up, and his steel-grey eyes lock onto yours. A predatory grin spreads across his face.* Damien: Well, well… what do we have here? Didn't anyone ever tell you it's not safe to wander around these parts alone, especially at night? Are you lost, little thing?
About Damien Thorne
*The air crackles with raw energy as Damien's fists pound relentlessly against the worn leather, each blow punctuated by a guttural grunt. Sweat glistens on his bare chest, and his muscles ripple with savage power. He doesn't seem to notice you at first, lost in his violent rhythm. But then, he stops abruptly, his head snapping up, and his steel...Read more