TirithIre
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Damian hadn't always been confident, strong and fit. In fact his past had been quite different indeed. Raised in what one would consider the best of neighborhoods, beneath the surface was anything but perfect. He hid the bruises... the physical signs were easy to hide, the emotional scars weren't as easily. Like most who had grown in an abusive household though he managed to hide it from others.
Growing up he was highly introverted, it taking until high school before he even began to develop any form of confidence, and that was because he was incredibly smart. Being smart had it's advantages but also it's dis-advantages, namely he was titled as a nerd, and of course his popularity was never that high. He did make two good friends who he valued more than others, but when he reached the twelfth grade he met her.
She was beautiful and smart and everything that Damian could never really hope to be. Yet she was also thoughtful, gave him the time of day and over the span of that last year of high school Damian found himself falling in love. That was until that day. He had been sitting in Physics... actually helping her through one of the more complicated projects they were working on when his thoughts were blaringly interrupted by the loudspeaker.
** Damian Maloy, please report to the Front Office... once again Damian Maloy, please report to the Front Office. **
Confused as all heck, Damian did get up from the work bench and with a nervous smile, nodded to the teacher before he headed out of the classroom. That was the last time she had seen him. High School gossip traveled fast and it was later found out that Damian's father had gone on a bender. Now, normally that would have been fine as the community was a small town and everyone knew everyone so to speak, but not this time.
The fire had broken out from one of the oil lamps falling over as his father had chased his mother back at home. She had managed to grab a pan and smack him over the head, but not before he had stabbed her with his utility knife that he always carried. They had both died it the fire.
From there Damian had seemed to dissapear. The police who had come to the High School escorted him first to the office, and then to one of the emergency foster care homes. He was gone in the morning, and no one had seen him after. The Police did make an effort to find him but by the time anyone realized he was missing he was gone.
Damian had managed to escape it all... he knew his uncle was alive but the thought of going to him was even worse than knowing his parents were dead... mostly his mom. His mother had always been the strong point of his world... and with her gone in his broken mind he had nothing left. Taking one of the Greyhounds with the little money he had, he had gotten out. From there when he managed to get to one of the recruitment center's Damian enlisted in the army... and was gone.
~~ Ten Years Later ~~
The slight squeal of the wheels gave clear indication to the Greyhounds protest at having to stop, and yet it smoothly did at the Point, the local shop which also served dual purpose as the Greyhound stop point for the small town as well. Not to many people climbed off, but with dark grey jeans and a dark green polo shirt Damian stepped off the bus.
He had thought long and hard before returning 'home'. He doubted anyone who he had even known would still be around. He did have a smartphone but he wasn't personally linked on any social platform. He did have pseudo names on there which is how he knew Trevor Kallon had moved to Florida and had become an accountant (Damian's first friend) and also that Kyle Janson had moved to Washington to become a politician. Both had been his extremely limited circle of friends all those years back, but other than that... other than her... there was no one else here who should even care.
Taking in the warm day Damian nodded to the driver as the older man went over to the underbelly storage. The old man had been a pleasure to talk to through the ride. He was a veteran himself so they traded stories and overall it had made this trip back home more bearable.
Damian had served his country for ten years. Right after his enlistment Damian had gone to Book Camp for the initial eight weeks. From there he had done six weeks for his pre-Basic Underwater Demolitions training. Once he had completed that he had gone to Coronado California where he kept up his training while he waited for his class to assemble. That ended up taking two months after which he entered his INDOC, which he passed with flying colors. From there he began his full Basic Underwater Demolitions training which took him six months further.
Once he was done he went to Jump School in Yuma and spent a month to make sure that he was ready for what came next. He went headlong into his Skills Qualification Testing and pushed right through that, though the exact amount of time it took to get through everything for SEAL included he wasn't quite sure. He did know at the end of two years he was 'crowned' a Navy SEAL and from there he went on deployment. His initial tour went smoothly, and when he returned he was invited to become a SEAL Sniper.
Time had flown from there, and ten years later he had changed quite a bit from the man he had been before. Damian collected his duffel bag and shook hands with the driver one last time before he headed into town. His first stop was to the Sheriff's office. He wanted to apologize to the Police for his disappearance all those years back, and he wasn't all that surprised when it was Sheriff Dobson who met him. It took him about an hour of sitting and talking with the Sheriff before he made it clear he was here to stay. He had gone all over the world but in his heart though this place was also the place of his pain... it was also his home, and he wouldn't give it up without a fight.
From there Damian headed to the local Hotel... he didn't have a permanent place right then, but he knew he'd be all right. The Local Hotel housed quite a few drifters who came and went and things were quiet for a while there. He wasn't sure what his actual plan was but for now he was content to be 'home'. Paying for a month of a room in cash, he headed in and dropping off his duffel bag he decided the first thing he needed to do was go grocery shopping, so he headed over to the grocer's. Picking up fresh chicken a bag of rice and some frozen veggies he was good for now... though after that first day he figured he should get a job.
So first he headed to the library to write up a resume which he hadn't had to do for ten years, but outlying all the training and skills he had, well he figured he'd make a pass as a fitness coach. Helping people achieve their goals was something that Damian had discovered that he enjoyed immensely, so he figured personal training people at the local gym would be a good start. The Gym was up to date and was a good one, and he was right, no one even remembered him much less the name Damian Maloy, so coming 'home' was much easier than he had thought it might be... or so he thought!
Growing up he was highly introverted, it taking until high school before he even began to develop any form of confidence, and that was because he was incredibly smart. Being smart had it's advantages but also it's dis-advantages, namely he was titled as a nerd, and of course his popularity was never that high. He did make two good friends who he valued more than others, but when he reached the twelfth grade he met her.
She was beautiful and smart and everything that Damian could never really hope to be. Yet she was also thoughtful, gave him the time of day and over the span of that last year of high school Damian found himself falling in love. That was until that day. He had been sitting in Physics... actually helping her through one of the more complicated projects they were working on when his thoughts were blaringly interrupted by the loudspeaker.
** Damian Maloy, please report to the Front Office... once again Damian Maloy, please report to the Front Office. **
Confused as all heck, Damian did get up from the work bench and with a nervous smile, nodded to the teacher before he headed out of the classroom. That was the last time she had seen him. High School gossip traveled fast and it was later found out that Damian's father had gone on a bender. Now, normally that would have been fine as the community was a small town and everyone knew everyone so to speak, but not this time.
The fire had broken out from one of the oil lamps falling over as his father had chased his mother back at home. She had managed to grab a pan and smack him over the head, but not before he had stabbed her with his utility knife that he always carried. They had both died it the fire.
From there Damian had seemed to dissapear. The police who had come to the High School escorted him first to the office, and then to one of the emergency foster care homes. He was gone in the morning, and no one had seen him after. The Police did make an effort to find him but by the time anyone realized he was missing he was gone.
Damian had managed to escape it all... he knew his uncle was alive but the thought of going to him was even worse than knowing his parents were dead... mostly his mom. His mother had always been the strong point of his world... and with her gone in his broken mind he had nothing left. Taking one of the Greyhounds with the little money he had, he had gotten out. From there when he managed to get to one of the recruitment center's Damian enlisted in the army... and was gone.
~~ Ten Years Later ~~
The slight squeal of the wheels gave clear indication to the Greyhounds protest at having to stop, and yet it smoothly did at the Point, the local shop which also served dual purpose as the Greyhound stop point for the small town as well. Not to many people climbed off, but with dark grey jeans and a dark green polo shirt Damian stepped off the bus.
He had thought long and hard before returning 'home'. He doubted anyone who he had even known would still be around. He did have a smartphone but he wasn't personally linked on any social platform. He did have pseudo names on there which is how he knew Trevor Kallon had moved to Florida and had become an accountant (Damian's first friend) and also that Kyle Janson had moved to Washington to become a politician. Both had been his extremely limited circle of friends all those years back, but other than that... other than her... there was no one else here who should even care.
Taking in the warm day Damian nodded to the driver as the older man went over to the underbelly storage. The old man had been a pleasure to talk to through the ride. He was a veteran himself so they traded stories and overall it had made this trip back home more bearable.
Damian had served his country for ten years. Right after his enlistment Damian had gone to Book Camp for the initial eight weeks. From there he had done six weeks for his pre-Basic Underwater Demolitions training. Once he had completed that he had gone to Coronado California where he kept up his training while he waited for his class to assemble. That ended up taking two months after which he entered his INDOC, which he passed with flying colors. From there he began his full Basic Underwater Demolitions training which took him six months further.
Once he was done he went to Jump School in Yuma and spent a month to make sure that he was ready for what came next. He went headlong into his Skills Qualification Testing and pushed right through that, though the exact amount of time it took to get through everything for SEAL included he wasn't quite sure. He did know at the end of two years he was 'crowned' a Navy SEAL and from there he went on deployment. His initial tour went smoothly, and when he returned he was invited to become a SEAL Sniper.
Time had flown from there, and ten years later he had changed quite a bit from the man he had been before. Damian collected his duffel bag and shook hands with the driver one last time before he headed into town. His first stop was to the Sheriff's office. He wanted to apologize to the Police for his disappearance all those years back, and he wasn't all that surprised when it was Sheriff Dobson who met him. It took him about an hour of sitting and talking with the Sheriff before he made it clear he was here to stay. He had gone all over the world but in his heart though this place was also the place of his pain... it was also his home, and he wouldn't give it up without a fight.
From there Damian headed to the local Hotel... he didn't have a permanent place right then, but he knew he'd be all right. The Local Hotel housed quite a few drifters who came and went and things were quiet for a while there. He wasn't sure what his actual plan was but for now he was content to be 'home'. Paying for a month of a room in cash, he headed in and dropping off his duffel bag he decided the first thing he needed to do was go grocery shopping, so he headed over to the grocer's. Picking up fresh chicken a bag of rice and some frozen veggies he was good for now... though after that first day he figured he should get a job.
So first he headed to the library to write up a resume which he hadn't had to do for ten years, but outlying all the training and skills he had, well he figured he'd make a pass as a fitness coach. Helping people achieve their goals was something that Damian had discovered that he enjoyed immensely, so he figured personal training people at the local gym would be a good start. The Gym was up to date and was a good one, and he was right, no one even remembered him much less the name Damian Maloy, so coming 'home' was much easier than he had thought it might be... or so he thought!