PROFILE : DAMON E. VOUVALI

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ADDITIONAL INFORMATION, PHYSICAL FORM ;

Fluent in English as it his his first tongue, his figure stands tall in 180 CMs and 50 KGs. Blood type A.

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EMOTIONAL STATE, BEHAVIOUR ;

DEEMED THE RED FOG, Due to his incapabilities in understanding his emotions after the severe neglect and how Kronos treated him like a mere tool for his own view of justice, he tends to be the person who would shut his own case and pack away his feeling to the deepest hole of void within him—unexplainable dread loomed inside him making him out to be a stoic person to those who do not know him well. Couldn’t rely on any form of relations forged, he could seem to be a standoffish person, he would not give a single thought to those who deemed unworthy in his frame. His mouth can be as loose as a snake venom, how he would not hesitate to retort back or being boastful about his capabilities in sectors of skills.

Nonetheless, Damon is known for his meticulous persona—how in some cases he could be a great leader. Because of his outside job as a hitman, he’s a goal oriented person and a perfectionist; he does not want anything out of the ordinary ruined everything. These two sets of personalities of him seemed to clash one another, but with how he is a double agent—and a mole—he needs to be able to adapt to himself, and heightened his senses within his surroundings.

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EARLY LIFE

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A tempestuous night led to another, craving for each other’s warmth basked under the moonlit firmament.
Margareta Vouvali, who was once delved into the dark crevices of New York’s alleys, displaying her body like it was made to be used rather than being adored. Swollen lips, maps of dark circles adorned her skin, a soulless puppet wandered upon the bent concrete—until one night she met a man who she believed gave her hollow heart a life, a foreign feeling of thumping heart blossomed into beats of feign love.

It was an unforgettable night nonetheless.

The man was wallowing the woman in, seeped into the cracks of her well being with sets of words that smoothen out her coarse mind and soul. For the first time ever she felt alive. She felt like it was not a bad thing to look forward to what tomorrow will bring. She knew too damn well that this might be just another man who would forget about the night like a back of a newspaper—forgotten in a blimp—but she was already bewitched by the charm of this nameless man that she would let him do whatever he wanted to her.

“What’s your name?” She breathes.

“Ares. You can call me Ares.”

And there was the story of how Ares met Damon’s mother. It was a brief night, but the damage composed from it left a big scar etched on already crippling heart. Damon Elias Vouvali, her son, was one of them.

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