Full name: Damien Fairchild
Birthdate: Under the Full Moon of the 12th month of the 17th Century
Birthplace: A small hut in the mountains north of the town of Kiruna of Sweden
Current residence: A large hut on the Indian Reserve in North Dakota, it reminds me of home
Instrument: Bass Guitar, Backup Vocals
History: "What can be said of a Swedish-Indian that grew up in the mountains of Sweden? Except that when I was born, my father, who worked on the farm of the land we were living on, came up to my mother and told her that he wanted a boy. As I was born, my father saw the delivery and was outraged. He saw this baby with this thick black hair as long as the baby's body and ran out of our hut, never to be seen again. He had thought that a girl was born and ran because of embarassment as all his other friends and companions had boys. Mother was relieved that he had left as she didn't have to deal with all the nagging he did. Mother was a hard working woman while Father just sat back, eating a bag of Cow Chips, freshly baked every morning, watching the sheep roam the land as Mother herded them to be sheared.
It came to pass that I had a chance to leave at the age of 11..chance? More like being forced to become a Man, which I was already but as years of tradition that stood in my way, I had to follow them. I went to the docks of Stockholm and waited for a boat to take me away to this new country that was found. While I waited, I had seen a metal tub, a broom stick, and some horse hair just sitting there waiting to be used. One thing let to another and I had made a musical instrument, the broom stick was in the bottom of the tub while horse hair attached at the bottom of the tub was stretched to the top of the broom, giving me some strings to pick and pluck at. It had made a really deep low sound that just called out to me. I began to pick and pluck at this contraption I had made and before long, a group of people gathered to hear what I was playing. My clothes were sitting to my right side and my hat was open...people started placing money in my hat! I kept playing and shortly there after, my hat was full of currency. I used this money to buy my way onto a boat to take me to this new land. I had no need for the money but I knew others did.
7 months later, I arrived at this new land. I didn't know much about the land so I started walking, walking with my new instrument, my Bass if you will. I travelled along the land for many months there after. My hair grew out longer, my skin darker, muscles more rippling than ever as again, I lived off the land. I stumbled across this little village with people, barely clothed, with feathers and animal skin hanging about. Little did I know, I ran into the Native Americans of this land. One of them saw me and was scared and ran to tell his Chief. The Chief came out with a handful of his Warriors and greeted me. He was speaking to me in a way I understood and I responded in a way he could understand me. It was an almost instant friendship. I was immediately welcomed into his village where I could too live off the land.
I had found my new home. I had thought that this was my new home and so I figured I would stay. I wanted to become like them. These people were gracious to me. I had asked the Chief if there was a way to become more like them and he had mentioned to me a ritual that where I would essentially be reborn into one of their people. I looked a little like them anyway.
The ritual began and shortly there after, through this ritual, I became one of them. This was my family now.
Now today, after many reincarnations, I still live my way on the land and I have essentially upgraded my instrument to a more modern one. I have met this group of individuals that have instruments similar to what I have except one, he had barrels with animal skin stretched across them and beats them with bones, I don't know about him. We all came together to make this group called the Metal StudZ. I wanted the "Z" there, it reminded me of the old home land. The rest is history."