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IRISIA

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PARALLAX

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As long as Damon can remember, his family was always a part of the Terra Nostra. His mother may not have had an active role in it, but his dad did. Their family was a family of snipers, and cat gijinkas, but that isn't as important. It was nearly a trait that was passed down through the generations. And like his dad before him, Damon would end up picking up a gun and following in his footsteps. But that wouldn’t come without some hard ships as well.
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The relationship that his mom and dad had was actually extremely caring. Both Damon and his mother meant an awful lot to his dad, and he’d do just about everything to protect them. However, being in a mafia put their family at risk. And at the young age of only seven years old, Damon would lose his mother thanks to a small up-and-coming gang. This left Damon in the care of his father; a man who followed orders until the job was done and didn’t give up on a mission unless his own life was at risk. Luckily, he still wanted Damon to get a proper education, as that is what his mom would’ve wanted. And so he kept the young boy in school. Even though Damon had ears and a tail signifying his Litten half, no one ever tried to mess with him. Perhaps it was the way he carried himself that kept him out of harms way...
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While days were filled with being in the class and studying hard, nights were filled with patching up his father who would come home with random injuries, and sometimes even bloodied fists. It wouldn’t be until Damon turned ten that he would find out why his father would be in this condition. Underground boxing. Another way to make cash. Sure he raked in enough being a sniper for the Terra Nostra, but this also had a second reasoning. His dad still had a chip on his shoulder about his wife’s death; and he was trying to find the culprit. After Damon's mom had been shot, fearing the wrath of the Nostra, the man had gone into hiding. Rumor has it that he participated in these fights and his father wanted to find him.
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Even then, Damon was forced to continue school. Nostra business and the underground ring was no place for a young kid and him being at school was the only way his father could take care of business. School wasn’t all bad, though. Damon was a C average student and had even made a best friend, one that would stick by his side through high school and onwards. It was in his teen years that he started to get more involved with the Nostra. During that time, his dad would start bringing him on missions. He’d explain to him that eventually it would be his turn to hold the gun and take out the targets. But for now, he had to sit and watch how his dad handled things. Learning from watching, one of the best ways to instill habits into another.
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It was during these times that Damon would learn to be super clean with his kills. No one could be around to see the shot and even the cleanup had to be quick and easy. It created a sense of patience in the young teen, and while at first he had been shocked by it, he eventually had the craving to have the cold metal in his own hands. That came at the ripe age of 16. He was given his first gun and taken to a shooting range to practice every Wednesday and Saturday night. It became a tradition among the father and son, one that was only ever broken if his dad was given a mission.
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However, that wasn’t the only place in which he followed after his father. This was also the age in which he picked up boxing. At first he didn’t do the underground tournaments, he had to learn first. And his father was an excellent teacher. He taught him everything he needed to know, until by 17 he was taking out people in the boxing practices too easily. This came with the added bonus of making himself evolve so that his punches were harder and quicker. Being how he was, the pain isn't really phase him. Only then did his father allow him to come underground with him. With going underground, he was pulled into the circuit of trying to find the guy that killed his mother as well.
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And at 18, he’d find him. It was actually his father that pointed out the man. Damon had been too young to remember the face, but his father knew. And in a dark alleyway, at the stroke of midnight, Damon would get his father’s revenge by shooting the man himself. Of course, this was also his first time. And the repercussions of it not being clean hit home the following day. His father was arrested in his steed. The gun had belonged to him, and although Damon's fingerprints were also on the gun, his father had already had a few run-ins. The case went to court and his father plead guilty to the murder. He’d given Damon a proud look as he was walked away. Damon would never see his father again, for during that trial, he had been sent to execution. The following day Damon would put the first tally on his wrist, signifying the kill he had made.
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Thus, Damon took his father’s spot in the Terra Nostra and became the next Lane sniper. That wasn’t the only spot he took. With his father out of the underground boxing circuit, Damon started rising in those ranks as well.
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And so life went on for the young man. While maintaining his rank as a soldier among the Nostra, he spent his nights boxing. He finished high school, but never went on to college as he felt as if it wasn’t needed. He’d spend his next years following any missions given to him, making sure to clean up better than that first time. He didn’t want to be found out after all. Eventually he used the money from all his Nostra business to buy his own apartment. He made one room into a training room, and used the cabinets to stash the multitudes of guns he’d collected through the years in them.

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>>> TL;DR

there is nothing left to take, but i still try to reach. try to swallow it all down, yet i can't seem to breathe. just a single pill of mine, nothing else would suffice - i take it in, now i'm alive. my phone is set on lock, and i don't really care. there's a tangle and a knot that i cannot repair. i'm a tragedy, i'm ugly, i'm trying to hide. i say "hello", then wave "goodbye". see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honestly. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see it run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i still refuse to believe.



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>>> FRIENDSHIP

see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.

>>> HATESHIP

see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.

>>> LOVESHIP

see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.

>>> WANTED

see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.