((ooc: sorry for the delay, i've been sick))
When Damien, his roommate and someone Tate knew he would get along famously mentioned he had a crow which was a familiar, Tate was quite impressed. " A familiar huh?" he replied as he leaned back on his bed. The seventeen year old couldn't help but chuckle when the boy mentioned that if there was a soul to steal. Damien Thorn commented about his mother and he grinned, "Oh yeah, she has never understood me or my siblings, don't get me started on her horrible sense in men and well yeah you never want to meet my mother."
Wasn't that the damn truth, Constance Langdon was quite a bitch, not to mention she had killed Tate's father after catching him with the maid, married another man who Tate dispised and had in fact set fire to said stepfather. Yeah, Tate's family was pretty fucked up. He balled up his fists, them turning red with fury and hatred for his mother and all her acts of evil.
When Damien started talking about ruthless power hungry leaders, that cheered Tate up a bit and was a distraction. Tate laughed as well and shook his head. "Sometimes even the strongest most powerful person is underestimated of what their capable of doing." He wanted to get to know Damien a little bit better, and planned on getting to know him better.