[The image shows a young man walking on a sidewalk, wearing a dark business suit, with a white shirt and blue tie. Sharply dressed. Looks almost like a graduate from a prestigious university. That, or a company CEO. For any supernaturally inclined that'd be able to sense it, there is a dark presence, something dark and immensely powerful.]
. Isn't this.. interesting. A new planet. A new world
. [He smiles]
I'll take it. Ohhhh yes, can't wait to raise some new allies maybe a statue of me in every country. Oh, or a church to my name. Hmmmm. [He grins then. Ohhh, the plans he could have. Father would be sooo pleased. And then he laughs, waving his hand.] I'm kidding, of course. Really. Or am I? I guess we'll see-[He suddenly stops for a moment, something catching him off guard. There's a brief pause, an expression of genuine confusion. Then he yells out, holding his head in pain as images flood his mind, five years of memories in another place, five years of fighting for survival. And then, fifty more years of time spent in a realm of Hell. Technically it was a couple months, but unfortunately time passes differently in the spirit world. Hell, especially. He is silent for a moment, wiping his eyes as he slowly stands back up. His expression and demeanor is quite the opposite of several moments ago.]
Umm... err, my apologies. I must have sounded like a pompous ass just then. Sorry about that. This situation isn't new to me, I've spent time in another universe before. Well, let's hope this one isn't as fraught with danger. Please
tell me I'm not here to help stop an Apocalypse? Again. Really, the first time was more than enough. But if there is a situation that needs any assistance, I'd wish to help. My name is Damien Thorn. [He lets out a heavy sigh. So many memories of people he knew. Some lost.]
Well, I guess I'll need to find a city and home to live in too.