KNIGHT, Dominic [Approved]

[Dominic Knight]

War

"Destruction cometh; and they shall seek peace, and there shall be none."

You're Such an Inspiration for the Ways

name: KNIGHT, Dominic
age: 25
orientation: Straight
gender: Male
species: Horseman: War

That I Will Never Ever Choose to Be

build: Athletic
height: 6'2"
weight: 167 lbs
eye color: Blue
hair color: Dark Blonde
appearance: Dominic is a tall, attractive man; something that he has never been happy about. Despite this, he’s vain enough to keep himself looking that way. He keeps his blonde hair short, though far from a buzz cut, and exercises daily. His attire (outside of the office) consists of a t-shirt, jeans, and a black and leather jacket. However, while on the job, he has to look respectable; there he wears a suit and tie.
face claim: Cam Gigandet

Oh So Many Ways for Me to Show You

personality: On the surface, Dominic is a badass. He’s defiant and often gets into trouble with authority figures. This is mostly because he’s quick to anger and doesn’t hesitate to back up his opinion with a left-hook. He’s cold to almost everyone he meets, and as a result, has difficulty with forging any sort of relationship whatsoever. Of course, he prefers it that way. If anyone actually does miraculously make it into his good graces, they’ll find that beneath his façade, he’s really a softie. He has a predilection for animals (dogs, in particular), and can’t help but feel a sort of sympathy and affinity towards the homeless and the abused. Though he doesn’t want to admit it, he cares for others, and that, more than anything else, is what drives him to push them away.
strengths:
-He knows how to take care of himself in a fight.
-He’s War. As such, he can manipulate people’s anger and make them, for lack of a better word, fight with one another.
-He’s quite intelligent, both book- and street-smart.
-He’s tolerant of pain.
-He knows how to pick a lock. And hotwire a car.
weaknesses:
-He has a major, debilitating phobia of hurting others.
-He’s human, and has all of a mere mortal’s weaknesses; he can be hurt and killed.
-His lack of a social life puts a lot of strain on him, and leaves him vulnerable.
- He’s got a very weak stomach; he gets queasy at the sight of blood, and if he badly hurts anybody, he all-out vomits.
-He has a nasty temper.
fun facts:

history: Dominic was born in the slums of Seattle, Washington. Regardless of this, his parents were both good, hardworking people; his mother worked two waitressing jobs and his father juggled his occupation as a mechanic while trying to complete a college degree in computer engineering. They adored Dominic, and the first four years of his life were happy ones. And then, without warning, Dominic’s father beat his wife to death and then shot himself. In his suicide note, he wrote that ever since his wife had gotten pregnant, he’d kept on having violent thoughts about her; at first they were just dreams, and then they started to seep into his every-day life, and then they began to plague his every waking moment as well as his sleep, until he couldn’t stand it anymore.

After that, Dominic’s life went spiraling downhill. He lived in foster home after foster home, leaving a path of destruction in his wake. One home was burned down by an arsonist; one pair of foster parents was the victim of armed robbery; once, a foster mother was viciously raped as Dominic slept next door and had had to be sent to a psychiatric hospital because of the mental scars. Dominic began to see himself as being cursed, and started to distance himself from others, beginning to lay the first bricks of his carefully constructed barriers.

In spite of the problems in his home-life, Dominic excelled at academics. Frankly, he longed to get away from Seattle and the violence that he’d thought was centered solely in the city. By the time he was a sophomore in high school, he had decided on a career as a lawyer, and when he was a junior, he had received his acceptance letter to Columbia University in New York City. He graduated valedictorian, and, armed with numerous scholarships, he left Seattle with no intention of ever returning.

Dominic soon successfully obtained his certificate (passing the bar exam with flying colors), and before long, he’d obtained an internship with a very respectable law firm right there in the city.

He pours his entire being into his work, and instead of going out at the end of the day, he simply returns to his mid-range apartment to spend the night alone. Well, not entirely alone. He adores his faithful German Shepherd, Baxter, and the two of them go on many a run together.

How Your Savior Has Abandoned You

name: Ash
age: 18
experience: Same as Uriel's.
password: admin edit
sample: Dominic sneered at the old man standing in front of him. His opponent was somewhere in his sixties, with matted, gray hair and even messier (if that was possible) beard, a beak of a nose, only one ear, a prosthetic left arm, and foul-smelling rags in the semblance of clothes. The man was a beggar, a panhandler, interrupting peoples’ lives to plead for money for a poor, old, crippled veteran. But as much as Dom wanted to turn away, to just brush past the ragged old man, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

At his side, Baxter gave a short whine and plopped himself down on the snow-covered lawn of Central Park. The two humans continued to study one another, each sizing the other one up, neither of them ready to make their move yet. And then, without warning, a tin shot under Dom’s nose and started to rattle around. Dom’s narrowed gaze slowly swiveled from the tin (the beer stein, really) to a pair of imploring brown eyes set beneath prominent, bushy eyebrows. “Sir? Can you spare any change for a veteran?” The man wheezed, expelling a somewhat putrid puff of steam from a mouth lined with crooked, yellow teeth.

Dom would have really, really loved to keep on running past the man. Or even just to shake his head. In fact, he would have loved to do just about anything but what he found himself doing.

He sighed, ejecting his own wisp of steam as he fished in his back pocket for his wallet. Then, he yanked out the fifty he had been planning on using to pay for dinner for he and Baxter that evening. “Ah! Fine!” Dom practically shouted, shoving the slightly crinkled slip of paper at the beggar.

Before the old man could react, he and Baxter started running again, barely paying attention to the man’s startled “God bless you, sir!”. But, though he didn’t want to admit it, Dom’s heart felt a little lighter as he and his dog made their way back home. "Sorry, boy," Dom said to Baxter as the two of them left the park. "Looks like we're getting take-out again."