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Damien Hillside, The life and times of an arrogant daredevil.

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“Live fast, die young and leave a good looking corpse” originates from a novel written by Willard Motley titled Knock on any door. This saying has been repeated and rearranged in the past 6 decades referring to a feeling of throwing caution to the wind, doing what you want or are presented with at the drop of a dime as tomorrow might not come and we will have lived a life of “what if I had just”. This is the Motto of Damien Hillside, the scrappy adrenaline junkie from Auckland, New Zealand.

Those who have met Damien through his dealings in Los Santos would call him things such as "Smart" or "Charming" or "A dead motherfucker if I ever see him again" but how did we get here exactly?

Damien grew up being scared of his own shadow, too afraid to jump off an elevated platform. A wimp in his peers eyes and the polar opposite of what would become of him. When Damien was 14 his father tragically passed away, the one vivid memory he holds of this event is his father talking about how he wished he had done more with his life. How he spent too much time working, caring about what others thought about him and that if he had just lived a little more, then he could leave this world with contempt.  These words struck Damien to his core, and was determined to not end up living a dull and dreary life out of fear of repeating the mistakes he saw his father make. No matter what it was he was going to live life in the fast lane.
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Damien would later run away from his now estranged family at age 16 shortly after his mother Anna remarried to a man named Michael Madine, abandoning his little brother Adrian without ever meeting his now step-sister Urban. Damien took to a life of being a gutterpunk who couch surfed from place to place, breaking into cars to get by so that he didn't starve he found he really enjoyed the rush of doing something He wasn't meant to, Damien had just begun his streak of rebellion.  

It was through these nights of debauchery that Damien found himself pick locking the car of Marcus "Shibuya" Mayven, a local legend meant to be worth a fortune from dealings in stocks and art auctions he could best be described as "batshit fucking crazy" the most popular and well known instance of this was when Marcus flew to africa to trophy kill the elephant his ex wife sponsored just for the hell of it. So once His bodyguards apprehended Damien, instead of simply turning him into the police or making him disappear he made him an offer he couldn't refuse. "Listen, you can continue to do this small league shit while living like a rat or you work with me and live like a king. Lets not pretend this is a hard decision for you to make" 

The premise was, Marcus Mayven had made a lot of enemies in his time, people he had screwed over, people who had screwed him over or people he just didn't like. So He decided to get Damien involved in his antics, he would have a team working with Damien whilst he broke into these peoples homes and try get away with their very fancy shmancy supercars, which would then have all plates removed and serial numbers filed off and be shipped across the world. This was the highlight of his life, chasing the thrills he wanted, being nearly close to a millionaire at 21 years old, and a pseudo father figure as a boss in the midst of it.

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Along the way, Damien had let his guard down and fallen for a girl named Natalia. She was perfect for him , beautiful, slightly arrogant, bashful and emotionally unavailable. Toxic and full of red flags no doubt but they enjoyed each others company and kept their egos at bay. Natalia had a habit of always bringing up her ex boyfriend at any occasion she could, sometimes it'd be just ranting about him and other times it would be concern that he was going to come after her. So after a while Damien stopped pretending to listen to her about it and chose to send a message to him. He was going to steal his prized possession car....

This was all rudimentary at this point and he was feeling cocky, he had his people on the outside cutting any security systems, making sure he can get in and out. He broke into the car and began his magic "red wire blue wire blah blah blah" he used to say to himself. Suddenly, as he was pulling out of the driveway three bikes pulled up to him waving guns in his face as he sped off onto the highway, ducking into an alley out of the line of sight of his attackers. Confused he starts looking around the car for any clue what was going on, in the glovebox he found a pistol and a leftover vest patch that he recognized. He had just stolen from the command of a notorious gang and he knew how fucked he was.

After hours of avoiding people hunting him down, Damien made it to Marcus's dockside warehouse where they devised a plan to get him to safety. the next morning he sat in the backseat of the car as it was lowered into a shipping container, He didn't know where he was going but Marcus told him that "I've got people to get you in there but after that you're on your own" and he knew that wherever it was, he would be determined to make a name for himself and get back to the position he used to sit at. A label is placed on the shipping container as its nailed shut "SHIPMENT TO: Los Santos"

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