Dameon Baler was born as a unlucky person. Born in North Dakota, he was like this for the rest of his time in this universe, he was a Nobody; a loser, a geek, an outcast that everyone ignored with quite the vehemence. And oh, how he loathed it, for all his life was nothing but suffering. When he was only 5, his parents were ripped from him in the classic, yet tragic act of a car crash. When he was 8 his last relative, his older brother, was put in prison for life, ripping from him the last tie he could've ever hoped to have held onto. He committed suicide 3 months in prison. Dameon was sent to an orphanage. He was picked on there for years, made fun of, and bullied at school. At age 11, his innocence had been robbed of him by a person that was meant to help him. A broken soul and mind overbearing his thoughts for years, it corrupted his thought on humanity; made him into the hateful, pitiful person he was today. Wherever he went the demons of the past managed to find him, and they always loved sending armies of bullies whose insult-muskets received more painful upgrades every year. He avoided the schools, because in there things got worse. Trapped in a husk of his outermost self, the rusted iron clad suit he bared mentally absorbed all the blows. Only to one day evolve into a mental illness of horrid magnitude.
Dameon is now 16, and never speaks to anyone. He hasn't talked much for the past 2 years, he really didn't have anything to say to anyone that'd do them any good, in his eyes. They were just empty thoughts that flew rounds about inside his head. He is of course, still at the orphanage, but at the same time you'll never once witness his presence inside. Maybe occasionally to get a meager scrap of food, or a safe place for a nap. Dameon is average height, Dark brown hair, but paled shabby-dull skin. Sapphire eyes that could somehow be well seen in the dark, the kind you would see sold as clever contacts. He wears dark-grey long baggy pants, with pockets on each side. A light grey hoodie jacket. It had dark brown grey, and black symbols on its chest cavity. He wore a black long-sleeve shirt under the jacket, which he uses to hide life-long scars from his past. His soles were adorned in tattered old black-fabric shoes. He hated his life, and he hated humanity in general, he hated Earth. Hated every new day, Life to him was a wall that knocks him down into a pool of water when he attempts to climb over it, leaving Dameon to pity his life wishing for this age to end, and another to begin. Like many other angsty, and hormone imbalanced teenagers he felt misunderstood. He knew deep down that it was all dramatic childish bull, but for some reason he felt like he was justified to feel however he pleased. However, his life was going to change. His wish would be granted...
Today, was no different so it appeared, Dameon silently walked down the street of the dirty, run-down street on which the Orphanage was located. It was a cloudy day, the rain drizzled softly as it cascaded onto the pavement, it were as if the sky knew this day was going to be a bad one, and just wanted to capitalize on those downing thoughts. Dameon's old muddy brown sneakers splashed the puddles here and there as he walked down the soaked sidewalk. He had left a small trail of his footsteps with mud behind him as he went on his way. As he turned around a corner of an old apartment building, someone grabbed onto Dameon, forcing him against the brick-wall. "Still not gonna talk, eh?" The sinister voice said. It was one of his bullies. The one he despised the most. Aaron. He truly didn't need this at the moment, it was almost desensitizing- just one of those things he'd have to deal with on a weekly or monthly basis he supposed. However he wouldn't take it without at least some fight and chase, looking around frantically for a weapon of any sort, he grabbed a lose brick, and attempted to smack Aaron with it. He blocked it with ease, but it gave him a chance to run, and he took it. He ran, as fast as his legs could possibly lift him. He knew Aaron was faster, but he wouldn't give up, he would try to beat him with what he hoped was superior stamina, and better reflexes. He turned and crossed the road, dodging a rusty car that sped by. This slowed down Aaron by only a few seconds, though. Dameon ran into a nearby forest, jumping a log, and speeding between to huge oaks. "You can't out run me you little prick!" Aaron shouted, he was gaining on Dameon. He knew he couldn't stop, he doubted Aaron would kill him, but the few bucks he had in his pocket would vanish from his person when he woke from the potential coma this bloke would send him toward once he caught him.
Suddenly, there was a bright purple mist/fog substance in the air surrounding him, then a big yellow flash of light, Aaron's panting was right down his neck, he felt his grubby hands seize his hood- and then nothing. Dameon felt no restrictions placed upon him- he just merely floated along across the sky, stars dimmed around him, and what was a second to him was over a decade of the earth's time. He shut his eyes to keep his stomach from rolling around much longer, this spectacle mad ehim feel nauseous. He didn't smoke grass, he didn't consume shrooms, and god forbid inject anything. So why was he having the most intensive trip he could ever fathom- way beyond that of his own imagination! After what seemed like ten minutes, he felt himself slow down, as if now he reached a solid standstill in midair- fearfully, his eyelids cracked apart.
"...What..?" Was the only word he could croak out, as below him an even stranger hallucination, or so he believed it to be, presented itself. A town... surrounded by wilderness. It looked medieval almost! What could this be. What was stranger was the beings that actually inhabited the said ancient-appearing little village. Four-legged creatures? It look like a happy human town populated by colorful animals, well Dameon thought they were animals. And suddenly, as if he lost his grip on a ledge he was never latched to, that never even existed, Dameon fell through the image, and into a this strange hallucination, the weather was different, and it was a sunny day, not a single cloud in the sky. The muddy pavement gone, as well as the harsh winds. The pain and heavy thoughts seemed to wear away.. He felt so much lighter and as though if he leaped into the air he could just... Float away... After adjusting to this strange new feeling he realized his surroundings. He was so absorbed in the new aura of emotion he was experiencing, he hadn't noticed he'd just gently landed, as if some angel slowed his fall. He was at the edge of a forest, and he could see the town from the strange image he fell into not too far away. 'what the hell? Where am I?' He thought to himself. Dameon decided to go and explore this city. He was very shocked, to say the least. This place was strange and somehow friendly. He was terrified and nervous, but still the idea that this was only the debris of a horrid coma-induced nightmare, somehow made him more confident and ready to explore. This was his imagination. He could do what he damn-well wanted with it.
Dameon cautiously made his way to the bright town. He jumped, and flinched at the slightest sound, it was all so real, and yet so imaginatively absent from reality. After a few minutes of slow, scared, movements he reached the town. There were little colorful horses!? No, ponies! The town was populated by ponies! He stupidly stood in the open, a pink, over-happy blue-eyed pony with a pink mane notice Dameon first. These 'ponies' were a bit strange looking, their hooves were far too large, they seemingly were connected to their legs with no visible separation of the two distinct parts. Their faces weren't classic long-snouts of regular horses, and they were all... Techno-colored rainbows. and nothing could explain to him what he heard next...
"What's that!? It's some kinda two-legged monkey thing!" She yelled, and she overreacted, running around, screaming, which started a chain reaction. The other ponies panic, and retreat into the closest buildings available to them. Dameon was hiding in a bush at that point, watching the crowd panic with nervousness, and curiosity. 'This is one weird dream ' He thought. If only he knew how wrong he was about this predicament. How is this possible!? How are they talking! Well, it is a dream... But Dameon had never once dreamed of talking colorful animals of any sort before. It usually was of him falling, or strange blue shapes fluttering along his eyes...
This was NOT normal. He wondered when he'd wake up in the hospital, a vegetable from Aaron's blunt rage.