The word workaholic seems to have been written and defined just for Damascus. He is a man who seems to have little interest or desire in doing anything other than his job. Then again when you love your job they do say you never work a day in your life. But can one call it a love for the job when it's really more of an obessions? It seems more like Damascus is trying to find a way to fill his hours and days with something to do, something to give release to all the anger that seems to be just boiling just below the surface of his skin. Or perhaps the way he throws himself into the work is his coping mechanism… or avoidance mechanism. Either way he does seem to live for nothing but work.

Or, perhaps not nothing. He has a few things he tends to delight in outside of that but it all seems to be quite physical in nature. He likes fucking, fighting, and generally being active. He lifts weights and works out nearly seemingly religiously. His desire seems to be to constantly be in motion when he’s awake. To always have something to do and enough physical things that he’ll be truly exhausted by the end of his days and be able to sleep without thought or dream. He just wants to pass out at the end of his days. Because of this he does come off as always somewhat in a rush or to be brushing people off as he moves on to the next thing.

And his general tendency to revel in violence and throw himself into his work makes him not the most approachable person to begin with. But a tendency to act superior to those around him also tends to make people less inclined to enjoy his company. But that superior attitude is backed by a cunning and quick witted mind, one that does take in a lot more than most would think someone like him did. Many have mistaken Damascus for nothing more than a street tough, a bit of a brawler, and someone who likes exercising his strength and control on those who cannot defend themselves against him. Namely the infected, which are they really people anyway? So what’s so wrong with the way he treats them? They’re mindless killing machines so no need to care about them.

And while he is brusque and generally doesn’t seem to wish to make or keep friends. He isn’t all together unfriendly. He can and has found some commonalities with people and those tend to be the ones he befriends. And he does know how to be polite to his superiors, acting perhaps a touch gruff but not all together rude to them. He knows how to protect his own skin… and how to make it appear he has nothing to hide while hiding everything from prying eyes. And he does hide quite a lot, including an entire side business that does quite well for him. But there’s no need for anyone to know about that.

And while fucking is certainly something that Dam indulges in, actual relationships? Not so much. He has no desire to make those emotional connections with others or form any kind of bond. Nor does he want another making that kind of bond with him. He discourages anyone from getting attached by only taking on one night stands or paying for the services of someone for the night. This means less chance of anyone becoming attached to him and wanting to be a part of his life. He has no desire to have anyone making inroads into being a part of his life, to know him more than they already do just on the surface of things. All those deep dark secrets are his and his alone.

Overall Damascus is just a very testosterone fueled asshole. He’s got a temper, is nearly always grumpy, laughs at the worst possible human, and really doesn’t seem to have any redeeming qualities beyond perhaps his dedication to his job. But even that seems more like an obsessive need to do violence and prove he’s in control of the situation. Then again he’s utterly loyal if you can actually win that loyalty and he’ll do damn near anything for those he does care about, it just takes a lot to get yourself placed in that spot in his life. And he’s got a bit of a creative side with leather work and whittling, tending to make a lot of small but intricate designs.