Post by ☤Dominic Abbott☤ on Jul 13, 2011 8:52:13 GMT -5
Name:
Dominic Abbott
Age:
Unknown, although appearance-wise, he seems to be in his late twenties to early thirties. He is likely around the age of the Undertaker, being that they are both Elder reapers.
Sex:
Male
Species:
Reaper
Nationality:
British
Abilities/Strengths:
* An extremely intelligent, skilled reaper of Elder level.
* Perceptive and creative, his strategy in battle changes, adapting to his opponent’s. He analyzes their methods and adjusts his own to match.
* Head of the London Wing's Medical Division, he has the medical expertise and skill to aid those injured.
* Determination, or perhaps sheer stubbornness, will not allow him to easily accept defeat when another's life is at stake.
* In order to wield his massive scythe, he is- in spite of his deceptively slender frame- very near monstrously strong.
Inabilities/Weaknesses:
* He still makes a formidable opponent in battle, though not as much as he once did, years of avoiding the active field taking its toll.
* He can be incapacitated easily- by the loss of his glasses. He’s thoroughly blind without them.
* His deceased partner remains very much a sore subject, the mention of her perhaps the easiest way to unsettle him.
Occupation:
An ex-field reaper, now head of the Medical Division.
Appearance:
Tall, slender and pale, he has the green eyes that most reapers do, as well as long, often-messy silver hair, usually tied back with a thick black ribbon. He wears the standard three-piece suit that most of the order does, though with the addition of a red tie and a doctor’s coat, marking him as a member of the medical division, and his glasses are simple wire-framed ones.
He often wears a high-collared cloak, black and trimmed in white, when the weather requires.
His scythe, which he retains possesion of for the rare cases that require him to be sent out into the field, is much like the ones belonging to Reapers on the Council of Elders, prompting speculation that he never confirms.
Though the handle is curved, the blade is jagged, and it's a bright blood-red, it very much resembles the scythe of reaper lore.
Face claim:
Abel Nightroad of Trinity Blood
Personality:
He appears cheerful, easygoing, and rather clumsy at first, easily embarrassed and prone to stuttering when shocked or set ill at ease. With a great love for sugar and an almost-naive nature, his behavior is often rather childish. When in battle, however, he takes on a different side altogether and fights with calm rationale and one single-minded goal: to protect. The loss of his partner has left him reluctant to take on another, but he has also grown determined never to let another reaper die. Not on his watch.
His warm exterior isn’t quite a façade, his caring nature genuine, but it does mask an highly analytical, perceptive individual.
Life Story:
He rarely mentions his past-- though he is a member if the Council of Elders, little else is commonly known. Bits of the story can be surmised, however, by those curious enough to do a little digging.
Particularly in the death records.
There, a certain document outlining the unfortunate events of the death of one Victoria Hemlock, Elder Reaper and partner to Dominic Abbott can be found.
Neatly listed in blue ink as her ‘Circumstances of death?’ Capture by demons.
Arriving too late to save her, Dominic still blames himself for her demise. Immediately afterwards, he resigned from the field division, transferring to the medical and eventually being promoted to Director. He still takes on missions when an additional reaper of Elder level or medical skill is needed.
Sample Roleplay:
(( ‘Tis Obsidian here! Thought it was about time I made a reaper.~ ))
He jerked awake, scattering papers every which way and knocking his now-cold coffee to the floor. For what seemed an eternity, he sat there, hunched over his desk in the dim light of his darkened office, shaking.
He’d hoped those were over.
She haunted him enough without having her taking the starring role in his nightmares.
He needed to let her go. Everyone had told him that at first, he‘d already known that, and he had convinced himself that he should.
But knowing that you should and actually doing so were two immensely different things.
He’d acted like he had, yes, taking his new position readily and remaining ever-cheerful. But he had not.
He slid from his desk chair and began picking up fragments of ceramic, wondering idly if she was going to drive him insane.
She’d nearly done that while she was alive, too, and the sudden thought brought a bitter smile to his lips, his green eyes streaked with misery.
Victoria.
[/center][/color](( ‘Tis Obsidian here! Thought it was about time I made a reaper.~ ))
He jerked awake, scattering papers every which way and knocking his now-cold coffee to the floor. For what seemed an eternity, he sat there, hunched over his desk in the dim light of his darkened office, shaking.
He’d hoped those were over.
She haunted him enough without having her taking the starring role in his nightmares.
He needed to let her go. Everyone had told him that at first, he‘d already known that, and he had convinced himself that he should.
But knowing that you should and actually doing so were two immensely different things.
He’d acted like he had, yes, taking his new position readily and remaining ever-cheerful. But he had not.
He slid from his desk chair and began picking up fragments of ceramic, wondering idly if she was going to drive him insane.
She’d nearly done that while she was alive, too, and the sudden thought brought a bitter smile to his lips, his green eyes streaked with misery.
Victoria.
