<em>Ground rules read and understood</em><br/><br/><em>Name - Damien Tivoli<br/>Age- 29<br/>Hair- Black, shoulder length<br/>Eyes- Hazel<br/>Body- Toned and tanned from his travels<br/>Height- 5ft 10<br/>Job - Ex- Missionary/Ex-Tribal Leader/Professional wanderer.<br/><br/>Damien Tivoli used to be a missionary and spent the last three years in the furthest reaches of the Congo delta, where he completely immersed himself in the culture and ways of an almost forgotten tribe; the Kihura Nkuba. Perhaps he immersed himself a little too deeply because when the time came for his replacement to arrive they had distinct trouble finding him and it was only after an expedition into the heart of the rainforest that they found him having had deposed the leader of the tribe in ritualised combat. It was thought by the clergy that the best thing would be to pack him off home immediately and relieve him of his vocation.<br/><br/>Damien has seen things in his life that had driven him to the edge of madness, but much of it his mind has locked away in a last desperate attempt to keep him sane and rarely does it resurface. He is occasionally prone to taking to a shrunken head he keeps hidden within his jacket and any decisions he needs to make are done with a pair of dice carved from the femur of the tribe leader he bested. He is a little quirky by nature, nervous at times and distant at others. He has many tales to tell but most people think he is just a local fantasist with too much time on his hands.  All of this manifests itself in his somewhat quirky nature. </em><br/><br/>Damien walked across to the front desk, a small crumpled newscutting in his hand and a smile on his face as he introduced himself; "Hi, I'm Damien."