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Damian grew up in New Orleans. Its a city that runs on music, hustles, and stories. He learned fast that words could buy you food, keep you safe, or get you in trouble if you told them to the wrong ear. What he really mastered was lying in a way that felt like truth. People didn't just believe him, they wanted to and half the time they walked away smiling, even if they realize they've been played.

At thirteen he hit his Chrysalis in the middle of a pawn shop scam. A story told so well that the room itself bent with it. Then an Eshu appeared and told him he was late. From that night on, Damian wasn't just running cons he was part of the kind of tale he used to invent.

Now he wears the title of Squire in House Leanhaun. He's Unseelie by nature and thrives on risk, indulgence, and pushing boundaries. He knows inspiration is dangerous, and he plays close to that edge. He doesn't steal Glamour by force. He draws it out, coaxes it from artists and dreamers until they blaze, and then he takes his share. Some call him a performer. Others, a liar. Both are true, and he doesn't mind.

One prize marks him more than the rest: the Argent Bolt, a pistol that shoots lightning, he won through three lies, two favors, and one betrayal. The betrayal made him enemies, none worse than Thomas Graves, a Redcap he once called a partner. Graves has been hunting him ever since.

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-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.
+Damian grew up in New Orleans. Its a city that runs on music, hustles, and stories. He learned fast that words could buy you food, keep you safe, or get you in trouble if you told them to the wrong ear. What he really mastered was lying in a way that felt like truth. People didn't just believe him, they wanted to and half the time they walked away smiling, even if they realize they've been played.
-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 were real, and lies often rang truer than the facts. Since then, he's never stopped moving.
+At thirteen he hit his Chrysalis in the middle of a pawn shop scam. A story told so well that the room itself bent with it. Then an Eshu appeared and told him he was late. From that night on, Damian wasn't just running cons he was part of the kind of tale he used to invent.
-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, the lie, the truth, that moves a heart is magical and can change the world.
+Now he wears the title of Squire in House Leanhaun. He's Unseelie by nature and thrives on risk, indulgence, and pushing boundaries. He knows inspiration is dangerous, and he plays close to that edge. He doesn't steal Glamour by force. He draws it out, coaxes it from artists and dreamers until they blaze, and then he takes his share. Some call him a performer. Others, a liar. Both are true, and he doesn't mind.
-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 has his fill.
+One prize marks him more than the rest: the Argent Bolt, a pistol that shoots lightning, he won through three lies, two favors, and one betrayal. The betrayal made him enemies, none worse than Thomas Graves, a Redcap he once called a partner. Graves has been hunting him ever since.
-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.
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