Game: Quintana Project Character Information Canon: Shannara (The Scions of Shannara to be more exact) Character Name: Damnson Rhee Age: 22. Personality: Damson is head-strong and knows how to take care of herself, at least those are the words of her father. Due to her background Damson is very sure of herself and well aware of her limitations, she's a good natured spirit who very much treasures the smaller things in life. A stroll through the park in the daytime, lunch outside in the sun, it's just those things that make life worth living. Disciplined and very focused she still always seem to have a playful air about her. She's an overall happy person that's had a tragic past but still manages to keep a good outlook on life. Played by:Kate Nash
Background: Damson was born as the youngest in a family of five, she had one brother and one sister who both meant the world to her. For the first couple of years her life seemed almost too good to be true, loving parents, tolerating siblings, Damson was in all possibly ways a very happy and lucky child. But as everyone knows nothing lasts forever and shortly after her fifth birthday there was a fire. The house they lived in burned to the ground, with her mother and both siblings inside. It was a tragedy that struck both Damson and her father very hard. Relocating to another part of the city life moved on for the two and with her father working hard to support them Damson found herself happily taking care of their home until she was old enough to enter school.
In school it was quickly realized that she was a good student, doing her homework, managing well on her tests. She was nothing out of the ordinary though, she got along with most of the other kids, preferred to stay out of trouble. At least that was how it was during the first two years, the years to come would prove less good for her. As her third grade began Damson didn't seem as focused anymore, she didn't want to play, never paid any attention to anything and separated herself from the other kids. It was only now that she was starting to really accept that her mother and siblings were dead and started showing it. The following four years became a struggle filled with failures, bursts of anger and cutting class. Instead she spent her time with the old man down the hall from where she and her father was living. The old man had become like a second father to her, taken her in when her own wasn't there. He told her stories and actually kept her up somewhat on her education and he gave her one of the greatest gifts she had ever gotten. Her love for magic. No we're not talking real magic here just simple slight of hand tricks, pulling rabbits out of hats and flowers from napkins and coins from ears.
It was those things that brightened her day and made her be able to cope with being alone and on her own. The old man died in the autumn of what would have been her sixth grade had she not been kicked out of school for failure to attend. Damson made a promise to make her surrogate-father proud. She applied to be let back into school and during the spring took all the tests she needed to prove she had the knowledge to continue her education with the class she had once been in. The once distracted child had become a very focused teen, fully intent on doing the best that she could. Leaving High school she was among the top 5% of her class.
With her desire to move on to college came a new challenge, money. Even if her dad hadn't been there to take care of her much he had provided with money but now at 16 she felt that she wanted to take care of herself and with that got a job at a grocery store to finance her studies. At age 18 she started working as a waitress at a bar, it paid a lot better and even helped her move out of the former apartment and into a small cozy one-room thing that she felt more at home in. Life was overall good for her, even her situation with her father had improved since she'd started college, much to both their delight. She spent her college years reading Social and Entrepreneurial Studies and later moved on to the University where she got into the Small Business Administration and Management program. Damson is currently on her third year with the dreams and hopes of being able to run her own bar once she's gotten her degree, but until then she's more than happy just working in one and enjoying life as much as she can.
Occupation: Student, Small Business Administration and Management. Place of Residence: Tyrsis
Third-Person Sample: #3: A day in the park. It was a very lovely day; the sun was shining, birds chirping away. It was just one of those perfect spring days. You know, when everything just seems right in life. Damson had decided to take her lunch break outside today, after all with the beauty outside who in their right mind would not want to be around it? But it seemed not everything was right in the world and about half way through her mean she heard a child crying. Unable to ignore it she had packed up what was left of her lunch to find the poor soul and see what was wrong.
"What's the matter little friend?" Damson crouched down next to the crying child that she found sitting at the end of the playground. "Did you fall and hurt yourself?" The child only started to cry harder as she spoke to him.
"Come on, I'm not that scary am I?" Laughing softly she reached out and rubbed the small boy on his back. "Here, look a this." Moving around so she could squat in front of him she reached down to his face and pulled a small coin from his ear, holding it up in front of his face as a huge grin was threatening to split hers. The child's loud crying turned down into a small sobbing as she handed him the coin and moved to pull another one from his other ear. Handing the boy that coin as well she was happy to see that the child was no longer crying his eyes out and instead just sniffling some, had she had a napkin left she probably would have wiped his face as well.
"Alright, why don't you keep those and we can go and find you mommy. What do you say?" Taking the boys hand she smiled gently as he nodded and stood up. It didn't take long though before she found herself playing with the children at the playground rather than trying to find the boy's mother. Apparently after having comforted him he was more intent on playing again than anything else. And really, who could say no to such an innocent face when it begged you to come and play.
First-Person Sample: Today has been one of those days, yes one of those... Really I wish I knew who I've offended in order to get all this thrown at me.
[Private] Again. Really doesn't he ever learn? He's a grown man! He can't keep running around like he's 15 and getting into trouble anymore! I'm sure mom would throw a fit if she could see him now. But then again I'm not too sure she'd be all that proud of me either, it's not like I do anything to stop him. What's the point? He's still going to keep at it like he is. I love him dearly; I just wish he would think a little more carefully. [/private]