D A M I A N

[/b] Hashinauuk Nusakoro Kim'un | Damian

Age & Date of Birth: 15 | 12.1

Gender: Male

Class: Upper Class

Occupation: Student

Affiliation: Civilian -> Vigilante?

Genetic Modifications:
Wolverine: developed small but sharp canines, a very strong jaw, and a short and stocky build, though not a particularly muscular one because he doesn't work out. also acquired a taste for rare meat, but he liked rare meat and fish to begin with.

Black Bear: acquired an insatiable appetite and a tendency to take very long naps during the simulated winter. also developed a strong sense of smell... but only for food.

Unique Tech:
Contact Lenses: allows him to magnify his vision by 2x for as long as he can go without blinking. a blink resets the magnification. allows three uses per day before his eyes become too dry and irritated for further consecutive use; requires several hours worth of reprieve and cleaning of the lenses before he can pop them back in again. prolonged use of the magnification can cause headaches and/or dizziness.

Transmitter Casing: a little device encased on his back molar, self-made and activated through his NUIP. when activated, overrides the GPS tracker installed in his chip and transmits the wrong location information back to his parents. lasts up to an hour before it needs to recharge. he can't always be watched, give him a little privacy, sheesh.

Messenger Bag: your typical messenger bag, with more compartments than an artist's workstation. full of pebbles and other purchased knick knacks that have caught his interest.

Personality: cheerful, inquisitive, and a pit of endless, childish curiosity. his innocent demeanor belies quite a bit of mischief and a mind honed much sharper than it first appears. unfortunately (or fortunately), he only really applies his ingenuity when he's hungry and searching for places to eat. and he's always hungry. it's a good thing he can afford it. has an unusual fascination for pebbles, particularly the shiny kind. a massive hoarder, with collections of mundane junk filling up entire rooms in his estate. uses his keen sense of smell to locate goods, particularly meat and fish. don't be surprised if he just kinda pops out of nowhere and starts drooling all over your pancakes.

Background: when damian was 6, his big brother grey fried his NUIP and ran away from home. as a result, their parents turned their laser eye focus on dami instead; out of overprotective paranoia, they had a GPS program installed into his NUIP that would transmit a tracking signal back to them whenever he left the house. luckily for them, damian had always been a pretty obedient kid in contrast to his dumb sibling, but even his obedience had its limits; after reading up on tech using manuals and external information sources, he was able to construct a makeshift transmitter to override the program's tracking signal (it took a few tries. the first prototype only worked for 0.01 milliseconds and the fifth prototype nearly burned up his dad's prized physical book collection) and stay out for up to an hour past his 4PM curfew. not that he was ever up to no good; his favorite loitering spot is the upper class cafe black milk, run by ms. maechevsky. he uses half of his entire month's allowance just to buy five blueberry danishes from her every single afternoon.

though their parents pretend grey is dead, damian is well-aware of his activities. he blithely does his best to help grey out despite their limited contact, and uses his self-taught skills to fashion the oddest pieces of tech, which he then carries in his bag until the next time they meet. to grey, he also hands over his prescription of ice magix and physical monetary chips that he withdraws from his allowance, reasoning to his parents that it's his emergency blueberry danish savings in case of technical difficulties.[/ul]