Post by Domino Bell on Aug 15, 2014 7:40:14 GMT -5
Player Information
Player: DIW, as this is my alternate character account.
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Contact: In my profile.
Character Information
Name:
Domino Bell
Gender:
Male (Transgender)
Species:
Doberman
Age:
27 years.
Occupation or class group:
Professor of Photography.
Physical Description:
Domino stands at six feet tall, and weighs 170 lbs. He has amber eyes and two toned rust colored fur. A mohawk-like tuft of hair sprouts from the back of his neck and runs all the way to his forehead. It is dark brown in color, and naturally spiked. Both ears are pierced, the left having a single crescent shaped bone piercing in the lobe, while the right has the same crescent bone, and a steel industrial piercing. He usually wears black clothing with a variation of green trim or images, and steel or chrome metal accents. He also tends to wear multiple leather bracelets and cuffs with metal spikes or studs. Dog tags hang around his neck, a pair of them with identification numbers. One has his name, the other his brother's. A choker dog collar also hangs around his neck.
History:
Domino was born in a small town on the other side of the mountains. His family ( Victoria - Mother, Samson - Father, and Lukas - Brother) wasn't what you would call rich, or even mid class wealthy. In fact, they were quite poor. Coldrain was a farming town, and most of it's citizens were just that. Farmers and herdsman. What food they had, they had to grow themselves, and what clothes they got were usually well worn hand-me-downs from other locals.
Don't get me wrong, it wasn't a bad life for a couple of rowdy kids, having all the room they could possibly want to run around and play without the worry of being kidnapped or run over by cars. That's where they spent most of their time. Lukas and (then) Shyla were very close siblings. There was nothing that could separate them, and they could talk to each other about anything.
That didn't change at all when Shyla started feeling very out of place. Something was wrong, and she knew it from a very young age. She'd often talked to her brother about it, and it only seemed to bring them closer together. By the time they had both reached ten years old, Shyla had figured out that she was supposed to have been a boy. Or at least that was the way she felt. She hated her body the way it was. Her brother had come up with the nickname Domino, which they then began using, along with male pronouns, when their parents weren't around. Their parents were always very religious, and very old fashioned. The kind of people that it would be hard to tell something like that to without a lot of trouble.
It didn't take long though, before Lukas had let the wrong name and pronoun slip at the dinner table. At first their parents hadn't caught it, but then their mother seemed to realize who Lukas had been talking about, and the questioning began.
Shyla took it upon herself to explain the whole situation to her parents. They were not happy.
Samson took to drinking. Something he had not done since before the birth of their children, and blamed Victoria for not spending enough time with her daughter. The couple fought quietly for the next two months, until one night when the fighting broke out into screaming and throwing things. The two children huddled together behind their bunk bed, afraid of what might happen.
Nothing seemed to come of the fight, but the next day at church, Samson, in the middle of the pastor's sermon, took it upon himself to walk to the front of the room and address the pastor about his 'problem child." The crowded church seemed to hush as he explained what was going on.. Then the whispering started.
Shyla ducked down, crawling under the nearest table and huddling in the corner. Lukas followed.
What happened next though, was something that neither of them had expected. In that small town, with all of those religious farming people. That old pastor put his hand on their father's shoulder and smiled. 'My son.. Sometimes god has plans that do not always reflect the physical. Sometimes we must accept the things that we do not understand." He then continued on with the sermon as if nothing had happened.
After that everything seemed to get better, though their father still drank from time to time. Their parents no longer fought, and their mother even started using the name Domino, when referring to Shyla.. Though she still had a rough time with using the proper pronouns.
As the next few years passed, their father grew farther and farther away from them, but Victoria still cared for her children. She had even gone as far as taking Domino far out of town to therapy sessions with a good physiologist.
It took a year, but the now 15 year old Domino had finally been allowed to start hormone therapy to further his transition. It was an exciting day. They headed out immediately to the doctor's office so that he could receive his first shot. Lukas was as proud as any brother could have been. After the appointment they had gone for ice cream to celebrate, and then returned home.
They broke the news to their father, who was already drunk, and lounging on the couch with potato chip crumbs scattered everywhere. He looked old beyond his years, but with the news, he only sat up and shook his head, put on his shirt, and left the house.
The tree who remained at home stayed up most of the evening playing cards and listening to the rain fall onto their old tin roof. It was a good kind of quiet evening. The peaceful kind.
Unfortunately that peace was soon broken.
A loud crash sounded as the front door exploded in. Samson stomped into the house and lifted his rifle, firing one shot. Victoria dropped out of her chair and landed on the floor, bloodied and unmoving. Lukas jumped up and raced for their father as he cocked and aimed again, this time straight at Domino. He fired as Lukas hit him, knocking him over. The shot missed, but barely. Pellets had lodged themselves in Domino's left side.
The weight of Lukas had sent Samson sprawling backwards into the stairs. His head lay awkwardly to one side, and blood trickled down the back of his neck. He was dead. Lucas stumbled backwards as Domino staggered across the kitchen to the phone, picking it up and dialing 911.
The next few days were a blur of police, hospitals, pain, an grief.
Lukas took a job at a local grocery store, and they moved out of their old house and into a small apartment complex on the other side of town. Domino had been ordered to stay in bed until the injuries had healed.
By the time the two had reached the age of 18, they both had good jobs and were fending for themselves, though they still missed their mother, and visited her grave every Sunday.
One day Lukas came home with a bundle of paperwork and sat down at the table while Domino was trying to fix the shoddy pipe work under the sink.
Lukas: " I'm joining the army..."
Domino: "What??!"
Lukas: " They came looking for recruits today. I'm joining the army. They said I could get free college courses if I join."
Domino: " But that's crazy! Why would you join the army now, when they're sending so many people overseas to fight?"
Lukas: " I don't think they'd send someone so young over there, besides, this may be the only chance I get to get higher education."
Domino: "... But... What will we do about the apartment?"
Lukas: "I'll be paid more than my current job is paying to do this."
Neither of them knew that the army would indeed send Lukas off to fight.
Lukas never returned home. He was killed in action on August 24th, the second month of his first tour.
Domino wears his dogtag to keep his memory alive, along with his own tag that he'd ordered made from an army surplus store, so that even if he himself should die, they would always be close.
Domino moved from place to place in Coldrain, working odd jobs until he was offered a photography job with a local company. It was a good job.. No.. A great job. He found Photography to be relaxing and captivating. He had been put through schooling by the company, and learned up all that he could. Unfortunately two years into his full time job as a photographer, the company management decided to move to China. Once again Domino was left out of a job.
He found an advertisement in a local paper. A school was looking for a Photography professor. Of coarse he applied for the job, and was accepted. He moved to Golden Oaks Academy, with promise of payment, food, room and board along with his job. What more could he have asked for?
Personality:
Domino is smart and active, loving nothing more than taking a walk through a field or forest with his camera and snapping photos of anything he finds interesting. He may be slightly shy when first meeting someone, but after he gets to know you, he's very friendly. His favorite drink is Mountain Dew, and it seems to fuel his active lifestyle. He can be a tad immature at times, a bit of a pervert even, but that's only because he's still young. He's also slightly afraid that if anyone finds out about his past, they might react like his father did, or worse. After all, he still bears the scars of that night.
Though he may be just like the students that he will teach, he takes his job seriously... For the most part. He wants his class to be interesting, and thus believes that not all school time should be spent actually in a classroom. He wants students to experience life as much as possible, learning to capture great moments on film.
RP sample:
~ I'm DIW. I know how I RP.
Pic:
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Classes wanted:
Teaching Photography
Code Words:
Red Dragon Mark.
Player: DIW, as this is my alternate character account.
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Contact: In my profile.
Character Information
Name:
Domino Bell
Gender:
Male (Transgender)
Species:
Doberman
Age:
27 years.
Occupation or class group:
Professor of Photography.
Physical Description:
Domino stands at six feet tall, and weighs 170 lbs. He has amber eyes and two toned rust colored fur. A mohawk-like tuft of hair sprouts from the back of his neck and runs all the way to his forehead. It is dark brown in color, and naturally spiked. Both ears are pierced, the left having a single crescent shaped bone piercing in the lobe, while the right has the same crescent bone, and a steel industrial piercing. He usually wears black clothing with a variation of green trim or images, and steel or chrome metal accents. He also tends to wear multiple leather bracelets and cuffs with metal spikes or studs. Dog tags hang around his neck, a pair of them with identification numbers. One has his name, the other his brother's. A choker dog collar also hangs around his neck.
History:
Domino was born in a small town on the other side of the mountains. His family ( Victoria - Mother, Samson - Father, and Lukas - Brother) wasn't what you would call rich, or even mid class wealthy. In fact, they were quite poor. Coldrain was a farming town, and most of it's citizens were just that. Farmers and herdsman. What food they had, they had to grow themselves, and what clothes they got were usually well worn hand-me-downs from other locals.
Don't get me wrong, it wasn't a bad life for a couple of rowdy kids, having all the room they could possibly want to run around and play without the worry of being kidnapped or run over by cars. That's where they spent most of their time. Lukas and (then) Shyla were very close siblings. There was nothing that could separate them, and they could talk to each other about anything.
That didn't change at all when Shyla started feeling very out of place. Something was wrong, and she knew it from a very young age. She'd often talked to her brother about it, and it only seemed to bring them closer together. By the time they had both reached ten years old, Shyla had figured out that she was supposed to have been a boy. Or at least that was the way she felt. She hated her body the way it was. Her brother had come up with the nickname Domino, which they then began using, along with male pronouns, when their parents weren't around. Their parents were always very religious, and very old fashioned. The kind of people that it would be hard to tell something like that to without a lot of trouble.
It didn't take long though, before Lukas had let the wrong name and pronoun slip at the dinner table. At first their parents hadn't caught it, but then their mother seemed to realize who Lukas had been talking about, and the questioning began.
Shyla took it upon herself to explain the whole situation to her parents. They were not happy.
Samson took to drinking. Something he had not done since before the birth of their children, and blamed Victoria for not spending enough time with her daughter. The couple fought quietly for the next two months, until one night when the fighting broke out into screaming and throwing things. The two children huddled together behind their bunk bed, afraid of what might happen.
Nothing seemed to come of the fight, but the next day at church, Samson, in the middle of the pastor's sermon, took it upon himself to walk to the front of the room and address the pastor about his 'problem child." The crowded church seemed to hush as he explained what was going on.. Then the whispering started.
Shyla ducked down, crawling under the nearest table and huddling in the corner. Lukas followed.
What happened next though, was something that neither of them had expected. In that small town, with all of those religious farming people. That old pastor put his hand on their father's shoulder and smiled. 'My son.. Sometimes god has plans that do not always reflect the physical. Sometimes we must accept the things that we do not understand." He then continued on with the sermon as if nothing had happened.
After that everything seemed to get better, though their father still drank from time to time. Their parents no longer fought, and their mother even started using the name Domino, when referring to Shyla.. Though she still had a rough time with using the proper pronouns.
As the next few years passed, their father grew farther and farther away from them, but Victoria still cared for her children. She had even gone as far as taking Domino far out of town to therapy sessions with a good physiologist.
It took a year, but the now 15 year old Domino had finally been allowed to start hormone therapy to further his transition. It was an exciting day. They headed out immediately to the doctor's office so that he could receive his first shot. Lukas was as proud as any brother could have been. After the appointment they had gone for ice cream to celebrate, and then returned home.
They broke the news to their father, who was already drunk, and lounging on the couch with potato chip crumbs scattered everywhere. He looked old beyond his years, but with the news, he only sat up and shook his head, put on his shirt, and left the house.
The tree who remained at home stayed up most of the evening playing cards and listening to the rain fall onto their old tin roof. It was a good kind of quiet evening. The peaceful kind.
Unfortunately that peace was soon broken.
A loud crash sounded as the front door exploded in. Samson stomped into the house and lifted his rifle, firing one shot. Victoria dropped out of her chair and landed on the floor, bloodied and unmoving. Lukas jumped up and raced for their father as he cocked and aimed again, this time straight at Domino. He fired as Lukas hit him, knocking him over. The shot missed, but barely. Pellets had lodged themselves in Domino's left side.
The weight of Lukas had sent Samson sprawling backwards into the stairs. His head lay awkwardly to one side, and blood trickled down the back of his neck. He was dead. Lucas stumbled backwards as Domino staggered across the kitchen to the phone, picking it up and dialing 911.
The next few days were a blur of police, hospitals, pain, an grief.
Lukas took a job at a local grocery store, and they moved out of their old house and into a small apartment complex on the other side of town. Domino had been ordered to stay in bed until the injuries had healed.
By the time the two had reached the age of 18, they both had good jobs and were fending for themselves, though they still missed their mother, and visited her grave every Sunday.
One day Lukas came home with a bundle of paperwork and sat down at the table while Domino was trying to fix the shoddy pipe work under the sink.
Lukas: " I'm joining the army..."
Domino: "What??!"
Lukas: " They came looking for recruits today. I'm joining the army. They said I could get free college courses if I join."
Domino: " But that's crazy! Why would you join the army now, when they're sending so many people overseas to fight?"
Lukas: " I don't think they'd send someone so young over there, besides, this may be the only chance I get to get higher education."
Domino: "... But... What will we do about the apartment?"
Lukas: "I'll be paid more than my current job is paying to do this."
Neither of them knew that the army would indeed send Lukas off to fight.
Lukas never returned home. He was killed in action on August 24th, the second month of his first tour.
Domino wears his dogtag to keep his memory alive, along with his own tag that he'd ordered made from an army surplus store, so that even if he himself should die, they would always be close.
Domino moved from place to place in Coldrain, working odd jobs until he was offered a photography job with a local company. It was a good job.. No.. A great job. He found Photography to be relaxing and captivating. He had been put through schooling by the company, and learned up all that he could. Unfortunately two years into his full time job as a photographer, the company management decided to move to China. Once again Domino was left out of a job.
He found an advertisement in a local paper. A school was looking for a Photography professor. Of coarse he applied for the job, and was accepted. He moved to Golden Oaks Academy, with promise of payment, food, room and board along with his job. What more could he have asked for?
Personality:
Domino is smart and active, loving nothing more than taking a walk through a field or forest with his camera and snapping photos of anything he finds interesting. He may be slightly shy when first meeting someone, but after he gets to know you, he's very friendly. His favorite drink is Mountain Dew, and it seems to fuel his active lifestyle. He can be a tad immature at times, a bit of a pervert even, but that's only because he's still young. He's also slightly afraid that if anyone finds out about his past, they might react like his father did, or worse. After all, he still bears the scars of that night.
Though he may be just like the students that he will teach, he takes his job seriously... For the most part. He wants his class to be interesting, and thus believes that not all school time should be spent actually in a classroom. He wants students to experience life as much as possible, learning to capture great moments on film.
RP sample:
~ I'm DIW. I know how I RP.
Pic:
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Classes wanted:
Teaching Photography
Code Words:
Red Dragon Mark.
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