Damian/Introduction

Born and raised in New Orleans, Damian learned early that the right story could unlock any door or close it forever. Surrounded by jazz musicians, hustlers, and performers, he didn't just learn to tell stories well, but to lie well. He learned to lie beautifully. To tell tales so fantastic and perfect that, even if they weren't true, they were better than any truth and easier to believe. The kind of lie that leaves someone grateful for hearing it. That's where the magic started.

His chrysalis came during one of those lies, a pawn shop hustle spun so well the world bent with it. Rain indoors. Streetlamps blinking like stars. A voice behind him saying, "You're late." The tale birthed his fae self, which was then led by a shadowless Eshu into a dream-bent New Orleans where fantasy and stories are real, and lies often ring truer than the facts. Since then, he's never stopped moving.

He walks the razor's edge between muse and manipulator not because he's cruel, but because he understands the weight of inspiration. As an Unseelie Eshu of House Leanhaun, he plays the long game. He knows the story that moves a heart is the one that moves a culture.

Some call him a performer. Others, a liar. Both are true, and both are useful. He doesn't take Glamour by force; he grows it, cultivates it. He doesn't break artists and dreamers; he builds them, watches them burn bright, and then takes his fill.

He carries the Argent Bolt, a lightning-channeling pistol he didn't inherit but earned through three lies, two favors, and one betrayal. That betrayal left him hunted by a Redcap mercenary turned enemy who once called him a partner.

Now he's in Houston. A new stage. A new cast. That Redcap isn't far behind, but new opportunities are just ahead.