First Name: Damasko
Middle Name(s): Jose
Surname: Allens

Age: 16
Birthday: 2. 20. 91
Year: Sophmore
Nationality:African American

Major: Acting
Minor 1: Music
Minor 2: Writing

Appearance: A bean pole with the slight touches muscularity. Damasko stands at 5'10" above the ground, and his limbs only accentuate his height. His arms are long, his legs are practically flag poles, heck, even his eyelashes are extraordinarily long. The only thing that seems to be short on his body is his torso (no sexual pun intended here). His face contains strong, yet pretty boy like features. His jaw line is well defined, his black as midnight eyebrows are arched slightly and not to bushy. As said before his eyelashes are so long that they extend to the bottom of his eyebrows. His lips are full. His eyes are a dark, almost black, brown. Smooth, straight, black hair tops off his head in a short cut manner.

Personality: Some people say Damasko suffers from multiple personality syndrome as he seems to change personalities depending on who he's around. Not in the shallow way but in the nervous way. Around his friends he seems to be the loudest, wildest child you have ever known. In school he is a perfect, quite little boy he gets decent grades. Around people he doesn't know he is entirely solitaire and doesn't warm up to people easily.

Although even around the best of friends he can still tend to be secretive. Consider it a pleasure if your ever allowed inside his closet-o-secrets.

History: Damasko grew up with a single mother in the heart of Manhattan, New York. His parents having been divorced when he was young, and his father moving to Ohio with his family. Being so close to the likes of Broadway and so many movie premiers only added gasoline to the flame that was his interest in the visual arts.

Yes, there were plenty of film and music schools in the states but Damasko always thought that U.S. of A. films had lost their touch as far as ingenuity. All action and violence and junk. The music business, his second love, has also suffered the same fate. To much pop; no true connection between artist and lyrics. So he applied to one of the great schools of England, and found himself accepted.

So here he is now, in a city and a country he barely knows anything about besides its film and music business. Hopefully he wont get lost.

Roleplay Sample: (ooc: I just posted this on another site about 20 minutes ago. So atleast its recent)

Oh, the morning after the wild drunken party. What a wonderful sensation. With Deme's head feeling like a ramped pack of elephants was stuffed inside and beating away at his skull. His ankles ached from the continued stumbling and the laborious walk home; alone might he add. Alone because all of his companions had seemed to pair off with someone that night. Taylor and Dean. Amber and her drunken depressive self. Then his personal favorite Ria and Damian. The mere thought of the two made him raise his hands to his head in urgency, rubbing his temples slowly with his thumbs.

Of course, the only thing that could not work with Deme as he entered the Feasting Hall was his best buddy ever (not) called Fate. The first soul to meet his eyes was naturally Damian who was to busy chatting it up with an array of people he had never met before at his own house table. Luckily he was to busy to notice his tall stature walk into the humongous doors.

Peering off into the other tables he only managed to spot people he was just acquaintances with. But then, there was the other current bain of his existence; Ria. He had a good mind to walk over there and confront her for being a lying bitch but with Damian in such close proximity he didn't know if he could bare it. But it wasn't to far from the truth. She had told him she didn't like Damian anymore. He remembered it clearly. Up on the rooftops not to long ago. He even recalled helping her on some new crush she had accumulated over the time. What had happened to Luke or whatever his name was?

Apparently all thoughts of him flew out the window when she left with Damian. Yes, he had seen it. As he had seen everything else they had done that party. They're hands were practically all over each other. Leaving Deme all alone against a tree.

Sighing heavily, he proceeded to walk towards his own table. Doing his best to make sure that Damian would not spot him. He took a seat about 10 places down from him. Not daring to eat he just stared at the food as if they had caused the all of this.

(ooc: yes the character is/was bi. If that offends you...Oh well)

Accepted!

Feel free to start roleplaying, and don't forget to visit the Room List thread in the Bedrooms section.

Also, none of my boys are straight, so it's cool

Oh. Yay then! haha.

I'll make sure to do that. Thanks for accepting