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BASICS ;;

Name: Dominic
Country: Dentoria
Combat Class: Patrician
Age: 28
Birthday: August 29 (Virgo)
Blood Type: B
Family: Mother // Rosalie, Father // Dominic
Languages: Trade (fluent), Dentorian (fluent), High Dentorian (fluent), Old Dentorian (fluent), Old High Dentorian (fluent), Korin (fluent), Old Korin (fluent)

HISTORY ;;

Dominic's mother died giving birth to him. It was, he would later come to believe, prophetic.

His family had always been rich, respected, and well educated, long valued as important fixtures in Temair's legal landscape, and often seen in the courts dispensing King's justice. His father was a confidante and companion of Lord Martin himself, and was frequently given roles in major Crown cases. Raised in the lap of relative luxury but under the shadow of towering expectations, young Dominic, like his namesake, was brought up to understand the importance of Dentoria's legal system and the role that men like them played in it. While the Justice spoke with the King's voice and ruled with the King's authority, the legal aides who argued for the accused's guilt or innocence were the King's conscience. Truth could only by found if both sides did their utmost to bring it to the light. And men like them, loyal servants to House Temair, to the King, and to Dentoria itself, served nothing but the truth, and sought nothing but justice.

Dominic's childhood was defined by these lessons -- and by his father. A stern, strong, passionate and impressive man, he was at the centre of young Dominic's world. He had no siblings, no friends, and he'd been the death of his own mother. His father was everything he had, everything he needed, and everything he wanted to be. His motivation for everything he did was his father's approval and the hope of someday becoming the sort of man Dominic the elder was trying to make him into. He dedicated himself so utterly to his studies and his future that there was no room for anything else. Attempts at making friends by other boys of his station were rebuffed. Dominic couldn't stand their lack of focus and their childish enjoyment of silly pursuits while there was so much of their future on the line, being ignored. Their family peers took to calling him the little grandfather because of his complete lack of anything resembling childish abandon, but his father took it as praise rather than criticism, and so Dominic glowed under it.

When he was eight, he and his father returned from a party to find that their manor had been burglarized and many priceless and valuable heirlooms stolen. When followed, the obvious signs all lead to a lower class boy named Benjamin who had no alibi for the evening. The "mystery," as it were, seemed very cut and dry, and the boy was arrested for the crime. But something about it all sat poorly with Dominic. It didn't match up. Ignoring criticism from all corners, he went to the other boy, asked him to tell his side of the story, and through careful listening and then pondering of the facts he'd learned, Dominic convinced his father to investigate a different boy in the same neighbourhood as Benjamin. His father was shocked when he discovered their valuables hidden among the young ruffian's clothing, but more than that, he was fiercely proud of his son, that he'd ignored the easier path and taken the more difficult road that lead to truth and justice.

It was the proudest moment of Dominic's young life. In fact, it may have been the proudest he'd ever have.

What he didn't expect after Benjamin was released was how the other boy clung to him. At first, he was a constant nuisance that refused to go away. The boy may not have been the thief, but he certainly had no problem constantly sneaking into Dominic's home to disrupt his lessons and training, and he refused to simply go away like a normal person. Dominic went from giving him a cold shoulder, to ordering him from his presence, to outright threatening him with harm if he didn't go back to his own life and leave him be, but Benjamin was like a puppy and refused to respond to anything ... and despite himself, Dominic found himself beginning to respond to him.

Somehow, and Dominic would never be able to explain it even to himself, they became friends. Best friends. Dominic suddenly found himself constantly dragged away from his lessons to go on this adventure or that escapade. Previously known for his perfect behaviour, he suddenly found himself getting into trouble constantly. But despite being repeatedly punished for some of his and Benjamin's misadventures, he never told a lie about what they'd been doing, and never tried to talk his way out of trouble. Truth and justice would reign, even if it ended up with him getting the switch. In return for the company getting into messes, Benjamin proved to have the biggest and most sensitive heart of anyone Dominic had ever met. Haltingly at first, he eventually found himself confiding things in the other boy he'd never even admitted to himself he felt -- the pressures of his family legacy, the confusion at studying material years beyond his age level, the loneliness that he'd wallowed in for so long. And Benjamin listened. Always just listened.

As they grew older, their tightly entwined lives slowly began to fray. The tensions of their huge gap in social class became more pronounced, and the differences in their interests and goals became more apparent as they each began taking on adult responsibilities. Despite swearing to one another that they'd always be friends, Dominic feared that it wouldn't happen. He didn't know what he was going to do without a listening ear, someone to rely on. He'd grown too used to it. How was he supposed to go back to complete isolation, even if it was what was best for him?

The terrible worries of a fifteen year old. None of it made a single drop in a bucket, after the day Dominic found his father dead.

The murder had been brutal, messy, and vile. His father had been brutalized with a knife, stabbed at least a hundred times, even after he'd surely been long dead. Fingers and chunks of flesh littered the floor nearby, and his father was barely recognizable as anything but beef. And Dominic was the one to stumble upon him like that. The images burned themselves onto him.

After that day, everything changed forever.

His father's closest friend, a fellow aide named Ashton, immediately swept down to take Dominic the younger under his wing. He sheltered him from the legal tide rushing around him as investigations were underwent and questions were constantly being asked of him. He protected him from ugly rumours and accusations, and he did everything he could to find Dominic the elder's killer. But every lead they turned up was cold and dead, and after six months passed and no one was found to blame, the case was put away and declared unsolved. No truth was found, and no justice was served.

When Ashton suggested, gently, that they leave Temair, Dominic was only too ready to agree. His father's memory clung to everything. He'd barely seen Benjamin in months, but it didn't seem to matter very much that he couldn't even find time for a decent goodbye. Nothing seemed to matter at all.

The next ten years were spent in constant motion. Ashton took him North to Korin, to the Rayla Academy, where he studied law and legal practices in better company than most of his ancestors even had. When he finished his degree, they came back to Dentoria, but not to Temair. Bresa, Nallen, Vernhail. They even spent some time in Northern Kanemoria, in the city of Hyrule, and Dominic developed a taste for Atsirian cuisine and Kanemorian vice. It was then, over a decade after they'd left, that Ashton suggested perhaps it was time to go back to Temair.

Dominic agreed.

He had a childhood training in the world of legality, and education from Rayla Academy, years of experience in the East, attending to all the minutae of the court system. He knew what he was doing when he returned to Temair, reopened his family estate, and took a position as one of His Majesty's legal aides. All his life had been spent preparing for it, before his father and after, and the skills fit him like a hand in a glove. Now he is serving in the capacity he always knew he would, a legal aide in Temair's courts.

But he never takes the defending stance, no. Every single accused, he advocates the guilt of, as passionately as if they had done the crime to him, personally. He still remembers what his father used to say, but he doesn't believe truth, and he doesn't believe in justice.

All that matters is that the guilty are punished.

PERSONALITY ;;

Although certainly serious as a boy, as a man, Dominic has become severe, grim, and all but humourless. He hardly ever smiles and those infrequent occassions when he does are rarely expressions of anything but tight, black humour. While he presents the appearance of a cultured and urbane gentleman outside of the courtroom, and he does quite well, he has very little tolerance for giggling friviolity. Despite the bad memories present, he finds the mannered atmosphere in Temair quite welcome compared to some of the other places he's been.

Dominic constantly gives off an air of togetherness. He's never seen frazzled and the stress of his life never seems to affect him. He speaks firmly and well and it's hard to argue with the authority he presents.

Despite being active socially, Dominic has no true friends except for Ashton. He never seeks his social peers out, merely interacts openly with them when they cross his path, and he barely seems to bother going through the rules of courtesy in regards to women. He never plays the flirtation games with them that they try to play with him.

In the courtroom, Dominic is ruthless in his drive to prove his target guilty of the crimes they stand accused. He's already begun to build himself a fearsome reputation, and defending aides frequently abandon cases when they find who they'll be arguing against. Justices usually rule in his favour, and there is no denying his skill in ensuring no one walks free if there is even a chance that they committed the crime.

It's been a long time since that day, but one thing hasn't changed at all since Ashton took him out of that room. Dominic's pain is a throbbing centre that defines everything he does, but it's firmly held back beneath a thick and constantly maintained layer of ice cold control and numbness. It's there, and he always, constantly knows that it's there, but he doesn't feel it.

He doesn't feel much of anything.

APPEARANCE ;;

Dominic is a handsome and composed looking man. He has carefully tended, jet black hair and piercing black eyes. He is tall and has a stocky build. Always dressed well and carefully groomed, Dominic never has a single hair out of place in his appearance, but constantly presents the face of a quintessential Easterner.