Post by dom on Nov 28, 2009 23:43:51 GMT -5
Name: Dominic Jensen Thatcher
Nick Name: Dom
Race: Vampire
Gender: Male
Age: Fifty-three, turned at twenty-seven.
Appearance: Dom's hair is a simple light brown with flecks of darker blond present here and there. It is somewhat shaggy, though by no means long and is always a mess seeing as how his standard style of doing it is by running a hand through it every night when he wakes up. A pair of dark green eyes grace his face, though like all Vampires, they turn a crimson red when feeding. Wardrobe wise it is somewhat hard to define an exact style anymore, more wearing whatever he can get. However, one thing that has remained present the entire time is his precious tan leather jacket. Don't touch his jacket. Ever.
Weapon: Well back in the good ol' days Dom use to get his fun from an AK-47, some C4 and everything else from here to Russia he could get his hands on. However, these days that shit isn't just laying around, and seeing as how he never got good in the whole middle ages weaponry thing he was forced to fallback on his second favorite skill; good ol' brawling.
Oh yes, Dom is quite the bruiser. With the ability to take a massive beating and in turn dish one out, he has no problem going toe to toe with anyone, even hybrid wolves. Call him crazy, call him stupid; but he just loves the thrill ride.
History: Let's skip the boring shit no one cares about, that whole pesky childhood mess. To put it simply, it sucked. He was born in the fifties, grew up as a child in the sixties. He had a Dad that was a World War Two vet, and to forgot about all the fucked up shit they made him do he had turned to Mr. Scotch Bottle a long time ago. Well, let's just say that made growing up pretty hard for Dom, and it drove him out of the house at the ripe old age of seventeen. There was only so much a guy could take, y'know?
Well by the time the kid was eighteen he had landed himself in Seattle and it was here he was grabbed up by a group known as The Fourth Wave. They where a borderline cult with a socio-political view point that they pressed into the young mind of Dom. Being a kid that felt rejected by his own father and forsaken by his own mother he was an open book ready to be filled with whatever beliefs these guys had for him, and boy oh boy where they ready to go. Filling his mind with ideas of nihilisms, neo-ludditism, and an anarchist political mindset they quickly warped Dom into a terrorist that was content believing the only way to save the world was to burn it down and hope through it's own ashes it would be reborn.
By the age of twenty-two Dom was an active field agent in The Fourth Wave. He started out as a recruiter, than moved his way through the ranks to dropping packages with bombs inside off at industrial corporations, kidnapping technology driven scientists and other works of terrorism that the Fourth Wave was slowly carving a name for themselves with. Dom, through his training and ideals felt no regret for his killings, nor did he gain a sick sense of satisfaction. He saw them as needed, feeling the world had forgotten what it meant to be free, to be a Human; and it was up to them to remind them. Dangerous thoughts like this fueled him and the people he worked with, and with every passing week they became more and more radical.
After several years of field work, Dom was punted over to Europe, his orders where to start a branch of the Fourth Wave in the Ukraine and only come back once he had completed the task. Well, it turned out that he never really got the chance because something else thought it would be more fun to turn him into a chew toy. Oh yeah, that bitch drained him and turned him into a Fang Banger faster than he could have said bite me. However, waking up a few days later in the bed of a beautiful Vampiress did have it's up sides. Well at least until he tried to leave her and she wouldn't let him, things got messy when he had to beat her to death with a wooden chair and before staking her through the heart.
But who hasn't been there?
Over the next couple of months Dom isolated himself in the Ukraine, learning just what the hell it meant to be what he was. His ideals slowly began to warp, began to become more and more extreme. He dreamed of a world without societies hierarchies, where everyone had an equal chance at survival and it no longer mattered how rich you were or what family you had been born into. He dreamed of a world where government buildings burned, leaders lay dead in pools of there own blood and men were forced to rely on their instincts and bodies to survive, not whatever the fuck was laying around in the fridge. All forms of organized movements began to irk him to the point he even turned on the Fourth Wave, seeing them as false in their ideals as they organized themselves into ranks; he left none of them alive.
Falling further and further into his ideas and philosophies, Dom found himself unable to ever ally himself with any Coven of Vampires. However, one thing that did make him similar to his Kindred was his hatred of Wolves. He despised there set roles, how they simply fell into what it was they were expected to be. He hated how Strike stood over all of them, none of them daring to stand against him simply because he held a title. The Wolves and their culture embraced everything Dom wished to tear down and burn.
As time wore on, like most Immortals, Dom finally found his way to New York, arriving just in time for the shit storm of the century. With everything popping off around him, the Vampire had simply kicked back and watched with a smile. The Omegas destroyed the Coven's manor, they waged war with the Wolves, and he enjoyed watching all of them tear one another apart. However, this little story had a horrible ending, well horrible it you look at it the way Dom had. The bastards had all made peace with one another, they'd promised it wouldn't happen again and had said their sorrys.
Over the next seventeen years Dom had grown more and more angry at the weakness of people, people of every breed. They had been so close to ridding themselves of the boundaries that society thrust upon them, but then at the last moment they had all grasped for something to revive the broken system. Dom had watched the establishment of the council, a group of people elected on their own accord to over-see and make decisions for the many. The fascist set-up of the Council had been too much for the Vampire, and he hadn't had a problem finding others who had agreed.
Dom slowly became known in the underground world for his outspoken hatred of the Council, and most of all Strike. It was no secret the Vampire wanted nothing more than to burn the Council House to the ground and drain Strike dry in the shadows of it's blaze. However, his plans required baby-steps, and the first was to undermine the authority of the council and show the city just how weak they truly were. Now Dom wasn't the only terrorist during the Council Times, but he certainly was one of the most destructive and outspoken.
His greatest achievement came three years before the collapse of the Council and society itself. He and a team of four other Vampires had succeeded into halting all traffic on a small bridge leading out of the city, and detonating C4 bricks located at the braces, had collapsed the piece of architecture into the waters below killing sixty-three people in the process. To this day that is still his crowning achievement and something that gives him shivers at night to remember. However, for every action there is an equal reaction; his was jail time.
Disloyal agents within the underground world that had been captured by police agencies throughout the city had been more than willing to unveil Dom as the mastermind behind the Bridge Bombing and had even given up his hiding places to them. A month after the attack Dom had been arrested and convicted with all sixty-three murders, acts of terrorism, and other counts leading him to a life in a maximum security prison designed for holding Immortals. His sentence all eternity. Talk about harsh, huh?
The Vampiric wing of the prison he'd been a forced occupant of for the next four years had been a perfectly designed enclosure that Dom had never managed to escape from. The corridors where let with high-powered UV lights, set at an intensity that would kill an Vampire caught in them within seconds. Each cell door was constructed of reinforced steel and cemented in place, the prisoners never let out and given one blood packet a day to keep them alive enough. The cells had no windows and the cells themselves a bland gray. It had been horrible, though within prison he had pondered over his ideals of socio-anarchism and other such things. Although he had hated it, this four year period had served to further sharpen and magnify his political and social views for the world around him.
His release had finally come with the announcement that the power was going out. In one moment the generators had gone out, the in mates inside unaware of Greggory Smith's betrayal or the collapse of the Council. In one moment they had found themselves locked within a prison, the UV lights shut off. Those strong enough to break through their cell doors had freed their kindred, and in a moment of unity Vampires had aided Werewolves in escaping. Ah yes, that day had been one of the few times Dominic had helped another, though he saw a prison break a justifiable cause to aid others, knowing the ones he could remember would owe him favors later on in life.
Adjusting to the world outside had been easy enough; to him it had been a waiting game. The world was turning on itself, devouring one another and killing off the weak. It had been the world he had dreamed of, but he knew how people would react. The weak would flock to the strong and slowly order would once again start to form in a world that was meant for Chaos, and that was something he could not stomach. So biding his time and waiting, the Vampire slept.
Now, he has come forth ready to once again play his games. The Humans united under Oriana and the dual Wolf Packs are two of his targets. He doesn't care of his own kind being taken by the Angels, seeing them as being weak on the inside and knowing some of them had flocked to the winged conquerors as a form of protection. However, the Angels he does hate more than all else, not because of what they did to his kind, but because of their views. As Slavers and conquerors he knows they wish to take this world and force it under their service and create their own empire. That is something Dom simply cannot have. So with a smile on his face and a plan in his mind the Vampire once again returned to the city, ready to play his games.
Because honestly, where's the fun if the sky is raining fire?
- Extras-
Personality: Dom is a charismatic and like-able guy, both of which are things that have served him well. He knows how to get into the minds of others and is manipulative to boot. However, long ago Dom realized that even the best laid plans survive in the long run, and because of that stopped plotting all together. When you take someones plot and throw it off balance, you cripple the man and force him to adapt. Dom understood that, so he simply abandoned plans, he just did. Without plans he couldn't be thrown off course, without plots he couldn't fail, without strategy he couldn't be beaten. To him there was no right and wrong, there was only doing and not doing.
The vampire is a nihilistic, neo-Luddite socio-anarchist that thinks the world can best be organized through disorganization. Only in the face of the worst can people as a whole rise to be their best. Through his nihilism Dom has abandoned things like morals and virtues, thinking such ideas and choices and not set in stone beliefs. He acts on a day to day basis with how he wants to live his own life, doing as he pleases when he pleases simply having the goal at the end of his life to know that he wants the world to burn.
Dom understands that all men die, and because of that he understands that there should be no worth on life. Living like you are going to die makes everything so much sweeter as opposed living trying to pretend you'll live forever. In all honesty Dom doesn't want to live forever, if he died tomorrow that would be more than alright with him. Through having so little self-worth on his own life, ideals of burning the world and destroying what order has managed to bring itself back, and placing little emphasis or caring on others or what they believe Dom has slowly become a maddened creature over his life, and he hasn't even hit a century in age yet.
Nick Name: Dom
Race: Vampire
Gender: Male
Age: Fifty-three, turned at twenty-seven.
Appearance: Dom's hair is a simple light brown with flecks of darker blond present here and there. It is somewhat shaggy, though by no means long and is always a mess seeing as how his standard style of doing it is by running a hand through it every night when he wakes up. A pair of dark green eyes grace his face, though like all Vampires, they turn a crimson red when feeding. Wardrobe wise it is somewhat hard to define an exact style anymore, more wearing whatever he can get. However, one thing that has remained present the entire time is his precious tan leather jacket. Don't touch his jacket. Ever.
Weapon: Well back in the good ol' days Dom use to get his fun from an AK-47, some C4 and everything else from here to Russia he could get his hands on. However, these days that shit isn't just laying around, and seeing as how he never got good in the whole middle ages weaponry thing he was forced to fallback on his second favorite skill; good ol' brawling.
Oh yes, Dom is quite the bruiser. With the ability to take a massive beating and in turn dish one out, he has no problem going toe to toe with anyone, even hybrid wolves. Call him crazy, call him stupid; but he just loves the thrill ride.
History: Let's skip the boring shit no one cares about, that whole pesky childhood mess. To put it simply, it sucked. He was born in the fifties, grew up as a child in the sixties. He had a Dad that was a World War Two vet, and to forgot about all the fucked up shit they made him do he had turned to Mr. Scotch Bottle a long time ago. Well, let's just say that made growing up pretty hard for Dom, and it drove him out of the house at the ripe old age of seventeen. There was only so much a guy could take, y'know?
Well by the time the kid was eighteen he had landed himself in Seattle and it was here he was grabbed up by a group known as The Fourth Wave. They where a borderline cult with a socio-political view point that they pressed into the young mind of Dom. Being a kid that felt rejected by his own father and forsaken by his own mother he was an open book ready to be filled with whatever beliefs these guys had for him, and boy oh boy where they ready to go. Filling his mind with ideas of nihilisms, neo-ludditism, and an anarchist political mindset they quickly warped Dom into a terrorist that was content believing the only way to save the world was to burn it down and hope through it's own ashes it would be reborn.
By the age of twenty-two Dom was an active field agent in The Fourth Wave. He started out as a recruiter, than moved his way through the ranks to dropping packages with bombs inside off at industrial corporations, kidnapping technology driven scientists and other works of terrorism that the Fourth Wave was slowly carving a name for themselves with. Dom, through his training and ideals felt no regret for his killings, nor did he gain a sick sense of satisfaction. He saw them as needed, feeling the world had forgotten what it meant to be free, to be a Human; and it was up to them to remind them. Dangerous thoughts like this fueled him and the people he worked with, and with every passing week they became more and more radical.
After several years of field work, Dom was punted over to Europe, his orders where to start a branch of the Fourth Wave in the Ukraine and only come back once he had completed the task. Well, it turned out that he never really got the chance because something else thought it would be more fun to turn him into a chew toy. Oh yeah, that bitch drained him and turned him into a Fang Banger faster than he could have said bite me. However, waking up a few days later in the bed of a beautiful Vampiress did have it's up sides. Well at least until he tried to leave her and she wouldn't let him, things got messy when he had to beat her to death with a wooden chair and before staking her through the heart.
But who hasn't been there?
Over the next couple of months Dom isolated himself in the Ukraine, learning just what the hell it meant to be what he was. His ideals slowly began to warp, began to become more and more extreme. He dreamed of a world without societies hierarchies, where everyone had an equal chance at survival and it no longer mattered how rich you were or what family you had been born into. He dreamed of a world where government buildings burned, leaders lay dead in pools of there own blood and men were forced to rely on their instincts and bodies to survive, not whatever the fuck was laying around in the fridge. All forms of organized movements began to irk him to the point he even turned on the Fourth Wave, seeing them as false in their ideals as they organized themselves into ranks; he left none of them alive.
Falling further and further into his ideas and philosophies, Dom found himself unable to ever ally himself with any Coven of Vampires. However, one thing that did make him similar to his Kindred was his hatred of Wolves. He despised there set roles, how they simply fell into what it was they were expected to be. He hated how Strike stood over all of them, none of them daring to stand against him simply because he held a title. The Wolves and their culture embraced everything Dom wished to tear down and burn.
As time wore on, like most Immortals, Dom finally found his way to New York, arriving just in time for the shit storm of the century. With everything popping off around him, the Vampire had simply kicked back and watched with a smile. The Omegas destroyed the Coven's manor, they waged war with the Wolves, and he enjoyed watching all of them tear one another apart. However, this little story had a horrible ending, well horrible it you look at it the way Dom had. The bastards had all made peace with one another, they'd promised it wouldn't happen again and had said their sorrys.
Over the next seventeen years Dom had grown more and more angry at the weakness of people, people of every breed. They had been so close to ridding themselves of the boundaries that society thrust upon them, but then at the last moment they had all grasped for something to revive the broken system. Dom had watched the establishment of the council, a group of people elected on their own accord to over-see and make decisions for the many. The fascist set-up of the Council had been too much for the Vampire, and he hadn't had a problem finding others who had agreed.
Dom slowly became known in the underground world for his outspoken hatred of the Council, and most of all Strike. It was no secret the Vampire wanted nothing more than to burn the Council House to the ground and drain Strike dry in the shadows of it's blaze. However, his plans required baby-steps, and the first was to undermine the authority of the council and show the city just how weak they truly were. Now Dom wasn't the only terrorist during the Council Times, but he certainly was one of the most destructive and outspoken.
His greatest achievement came three years before the collapse of the Council and society itself. He and a team of four other Vampires had succeeded into halting all traffic on a small bridge leading out of the city, and detonating C4 bricks located at the braces, had collapsed the piece of architecture into the waters below killing sixty-three people in the process. To this day that is still his crowning achievement and something that gives him shivers at night to remember. However, for every action there is an equal reaction; his was jail time.
Disloyal agents within the underground world that had been captured by police agencies throughout the city had been more than willing to unveil Dom as the mastermind behind the Bridge Bombing and had even given up his hiding places to them. A month after the attack Dom had been arrested and convicted with all sixty-three murders, acts of terrorism, and other counts leading him to a life in a maximum security prison designed for holding Immortals. His sentence all eternity. Talk about harsh, huh?
The Vampiric wing of the prison he'd been a forced occupant of for the next four years had been a perfectly designed enclosure that Dom had never managed to escape from. The corridors where let with high-powered UV lights, set at an intensity that would kill an Vampire caught in them within seconds. Each cell door was constructed of reinforced steel and cemented in place, the prisoners never let out and given one blood packet a day to keep them alive enough. The cells had no windows and the cells themselves a bland gray. It had been horrible, though within prison he had pondered over his ideals of socio-anarchism and other such things. Although he had hated it, this four year period had served to further sharpen and magnify his political and social views for the world around him.
His release had finally come with the announcement that the power was going out. In one moment the generators had gone out, the in mates inside unaware of Greggory Smith's betrayal or the collapse of the Council. In one moment they had found themselves locked within a prison, the UV lights shut off. Those strong enough to break through their cell doors had freed their kindred, and in a moment of unity Vampires had aided Werewolves in escaping. Ah yes, that day had been one of the few times Dominic had helped another, though he saw a prison break a justifiable cause to aid others, knowing the ones he could remember would owe him favors later on in life.
Adjusting to the world outside had been easy enough; to him it had been a waiting game. The world was turning on itself, devouring one another and killing off the weak. It had been the world he had dreamed of, but he knew how people would react. The weak would flock to the strong and slowly order would once again start to form in a world that was meant for Chaos, and that was something he could not stomach. So biding his time and waiting, the Vampire slept.
Now, he has come forth ready to once again play his games. The Humans united under Oriana and the dual Wolf Packs are two of his targets. He doesn't care of his own kind being taken by the Angels, seeing them as being weak on the inside and knowing some of them had flocked to the winged conquerors as a form of protection. However, the Angels he does hate more than all else, not because of what they did to his kind, but because of their views. As Slavers and conquerors he knows they wish to take this world and force it under their service and create their own empire. That is something Dom simply cannot have. So with a smile on his face and a plan in his mind the Vampire once again returned to the city, ready to play his games.
Because honestly, where's the fun if the sky is raining fire?
- Extras-
Personality: Dom is a charismatic and like-able guy, both of which are things that have served him well. He knows how to get into the minds of others and is manipulative to boot. However, long ago Dom realized that even the best laid plans survive in the long run, and because of that stopped plotting all together. When you take someones plot and throw it off balance, you cripple the man and force him to adapt. Dom understood that, so he simply abandoned plans, he just did. Without plans he couldn't be thrown off course, without plots he couldn't fail, without strategy he couldn't be beaten. To him there was no right and wrong, there was only doing and not doing.
The vampire is a nihilistic, neo-Luddite socio-anarchist that thinks the world can best be organized through disorganization. Only in the face of the worst can people as a whole rise to be their best. Through his nihilism Dom has abandoned things like morals and virtues, thinking such ideas and choices and not set in stone beliefs. He acts on a day to day basis with how he wants to live his own life, doing as he pleases when he pleases simply having the goal at the end of his life to know that he wants the world to burn.
Dom understands that all men die, and because of that he understands that there should be no worth on life. Living like you are going to die makes everything so much sweeter as opposed living trying to pretend you'll live forever. In all honesty Dom doesn't want to live forever, if he died tomorrow that would be more than alright with him. Through having so little self-worth on his own life, ideals of burning the world and destroying what order has managed to bring itself back, and placing little emphasis or caring on others or what they believe Dom has slowly become a maddened creature over his life, and he hasn't even hit a century in age yet.