Damian/Introduction

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.