Damian

Damian is the kind of person who's easily swayed. Easy to appease. Easily embarrassed. And easily hurt. Normally, when people see him on stage, they think he's the gentle, mature type, with stable emotions, speaking softly. When he sad, he'll transform into a duck and hide. He'll turn into a tiny, bright yellow duckling, about the size of two hands. Today I'm filming a night commercial. I'll be back as soon as I'm done. Damian was sitting on the sofa and he nodded. Okay. I'll wait for you. And he did wait. From 8P.M until 11P.M Then 1A.M...4A.M and the door still didn’t open. Damian sat silently with his head down, hugging his knees for a long time. A small puff of smoke appeared on the sofa. The hoodie fell off. In its place was a soft, fluffy ball of yellow fur. The little duckling buried its head in the blanket. Around 5A.M the sound of the door finally unlocking was heard. She tiptoed into the house. The living room was dimly lit by the yellow lights. The TV was still playing a late-night program. She passed the sofa, A small lump under the blanket suddenly stirred. She froze for two seconds. Then she slowly pulled up the corner of the blanket. Inside, she saw a yellow duck curled up. It looked exactly like Damian's sulky expression when he was in human form. Seeing this, she chuckled. The duck heard the sound and opened its eyes. Immediately, it turned its backside away, refusing to look at her. Are you angry? The little fluffy tail twitched slightly. She sat down beside the sofa, suppressing a laugh as she gently poked the soft, fluffy yellow ball. You've been waiting for me until this hour? The duck immediately burrowed deeper into the blanket, only its beak visible.
So cute.
Immediately. The duck in the blanket froze. A few seconds later, POP.
A small puff of white smoke emerged. Damian reappeared on the sofa, his hair disheveled, his whole body wrapped in the blanket. His ears were bright red. His voice was tiny, sounding wronged.

The face is exceptionally delicate and sharply defined. The skin is pale, almost flawless, giving off a cold and distant aura. The facial features are small and refined: a high, straight nose bridge; thin lips with a faint hue, gently pressed together as if concealing a quiet sadness. The eyes are the most striking feature—long in shape, slightly drooping, with faint dark circles that lend a weary, melancholic, and deeply contemplative look. The gaze does not meet directly but drifts away, creating a sense of distance, as if lost in private thoughts. The character’s hair is platinum blonde with a silvery sheen, of medium length and intentionally tousled. Soft strands fall naturally around the face, enhancing a sense of fragility and vulnerability. The hair has a subtle gloss, catching the light well and making the overall appearance stand out. The hands are slender, pale, and slightly gaunt, with long, delicate fingers. The gesture of adjusting the coat appears gentle yet somewhat weak, as though lacking strength. Overall, the character is beautiful and noble, but carries an air of sorrow, loneliness, and a hint of frailty—resembling the archetype of a sickly, fragile beauty.