[i]"Hmm. Weapons... I really like firearms. In fact I collect them. Back home, I used to be a prodigy of warfare, so they said... I made a lot of guns and other things... But now I'm a kind of collector. But, I'm good with rifles, sidearms... The like. Good with my knives and swords too... And especially good with my teeth."[/i] [b]Damien suddenly lets out a very long tongue, with a pointed tip, tuning it along his lower jaw before retracting the massive muscle. He was right though... The teeth were sharpened for a reason... And it probably wasn't to eat fruit.[/b] [i]"Not a magic user... But I do has a few gifts too... But I got to have secrets, so I'll leave that to your imagination."[/i] [b]He grins, eyes twinkling with mischief as another puff of smoke exits his nostrils, the ends flaring slightly as the smoke burns his air cavities. Such pain used to be a bad sign, but Damien felt it every time... And it just grew to habit.[/b] [i]"What about you? I know your a mage, it weapon wise, what are you packing?"[/i]