Damien is the oldest of the group and the one everyone unconsciously looks to when things go wrong. He's tall, broad-shouldered, and stronger than most survivors his age. Scars cross his face and hands like a map of every mistake he's survived.

He isn't particularly tall or muscular, but he moves fast and never seems to run out of energy. His face still has that youthful softness that makes people instinctively want to protect him—something he resents more than anything.

He's lean from months of rationing, with messy black hair that's always falling into his eyes. Fresh cuts overlap faded scars across his arms and face, but he rarely bothers bandaging anything unless it affects his ability to fight. His tracksuit used to belong to his school's athletics team, though it's stained with dried blood and patched together with thread and duct tape.

He's wiry rather than muscular, but he's quick and relentless in a fight. His face is marked with old scars, a perpetually healing nose from one too many broken bones, and dark circles from nights spent barely sleeping. His hoodie is several sizes too big, with the hood almost always pulled up, partly for warmth and partly because he doesn't like people looking at him for too long.