Dominic

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Player: MrMonkey

Character Full Name: Dominic Blackhive

Character In-Game Name: Dominic

Nickname(s): -none-

Association(s): The Horde, Undercity, Royal Apothecary Society.

Race: Deceased Human, Forsaken

Class: Warrior

Skills and Abilities: Very well experienced in alchemy. Average skills with a sword. Great at throwing stuff.

Age: 27 at the time of death, current age 34.

Sex: Male

Hair: Stringy black hair, relatively well kept and reaching a little past his shoulders.

Eyes: Yellow, as common to forsaken. Right eye missing.

Weight: 67kg

Height: 183cm

Usual Garments/Armor: Formal attire. White silk shit, black tux with matching pants. Black leather gloves and traveling boots. Large leather covered suitcase that contains all of his personal items, long black cloak worn around his shoulders and an eyepatch over his missing eye. A fancy walking stick with a skull on the tip of the handle, he never lets go of it as it contains a handy sword.

Other: He talks with a monotone voice, almost like he was tired at all times. It can reflect poorly on him at times when he tries to show anger or happynes as his tone barely changes from a simple indoor speaking voice. He is thinly but carries himself well. His face is horribly scarred from an experiment gone bad.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Personality: Dominic has a very addictive personality. Clinging to anyone who is willing to show him even the slightest bit of warmth.Often looks for a father figure in people and can go to alarming lengths to please anyone he has set his sights on as a possible master. He is quick to swear loyalty to almost anyone and too afraid of disappointing anyone to really voice his own ideas too much. Slow to take action unless he feels his friends are mistreated, at those times he can be very hotheaded. When he spends too long time with someone then he often starts to act like his companion. But even as big of a doormat that he is, he is prone to snapping. He can put up with vigorous abuse from anyone he cares for but he is still just bottling up any kind of hatred that he might be feeling.

History: Born as they youngest son to a family owning a small apothecary in Lorderon. His older brothers were, at the time of his birth, nine and eleven years old. Dominic spent most of his youth shelved away while his parents were doing their best to assure that his brothers get the best possible education and training. Dominic felt that a lot of his accomplishments were overshadowed by his brothers and that his parents barely had any time for him.

He caught a break around the time he was seven, when his oldest brothers joined the military. At first his life got a lot better. With his parents only having to move between two children. Dominic too up the family trade, learning alchemy and a little about medicine in general. Sadly over two years time his parents started to neglect him again in favor of assuring his other brother gets a chance to learn magic. Dominic simply clenched his jaw and kept working on his own education. He knew that soon his other brother would be out of the house and he no longer needs to fight for his parents affection.

That plan backfired shortly after both of his brothers had moved out of the house. Instead of finding time for him, his parents instead started finding every last mistake in his actions. "Look at this mess. Your brothers were much cleaner than that." "Why are you so slow? Your brothers would have gotten back a while ago." "Stop studying so late!" "Why aren't you studying?"

They say that a single bad day can turn the sanest man to insanity. After six years of utter lack of respect from his parent. Six years of being reminded how inferior he was to his brothers. Six years of not having a single one of his accomplishments rewarded. Well, it was only a matter of time until he snapped. It wasn't hard to burn down his home with his parents still inside. It's amazing what a few mixtures can do to wood, making it burn at the slightest provocation.

He left home, after looting and burning it, at the tender age of 15. He wandered the outskirts of Lorderon for two years, making some money by making simple potions and mixtures for anyone who needed them. Mixing poisons wasn't too strange for him aether, infact those people payed the best.

When he was 17 he got picked up by an aging alchemist. He agreed to work for the alchemist in exchange for training and a place to call home. As promised he did receive training but the place never became his home. The alchemist was nothing but a creep. Dominic suffered abuse from his new "Master" for several years. The things that he was made to do and had done to him were too horrid to describe.

Jump ahead to Dominics 21 birthday. It was a wonderful day indeed. Having spent an entire year perfecting something very special for his "Master." Two days later, the old alchemist had died from strange circumstances. The healers didn't know what might have caused it, but whatever the case it must have been a painful 48 hours for the old man. If only Dominic had found out about it sooner he could have ended the old mans suffering by his own hand. Alas, he had to whiter away slowly in agony.

Dominic took up the recently deceased alchemists shop and started to ply his trade there. With the help of the past owners book he managed to make huge leaps in his training. In all honesty, he was living the high life for several years. Enough gold to live without worry, enough respect to feed his need to be noticed and admired. He was truly living a blessed life.

Until he managed to mess up a very volatile potion. The explosion took his right eye and left him horribly scarred. With only 26 years of age he suddenly felt like his life was over. How could anyone respect a walking monstrosity like him? He didn't have to worry about it for too long. In a little over a year the town he was in was attacked by the Scourge. He managed to make a getaway but was finally killed by a rookie militia man who mistook his scarred physique for a zombie.

So Dominic Blackhive was wiped away by a single brat, too stupid to differentiate a man and a corpse. But his death was short lived, as his corpse was quickly forcefully reqruited by the scourge. For a long while he spent "living" as another pawn for the Lich King, but in time he somehow managed to break away from his will. Lost and confused by his condition, he managed to run into a group of Forsaken who were nice enough to help him. He took refuge in Undercity and was quickly taken in by the royal apothecary society. Things were going well with him. Sadly, being another face in a crowd of alchemists left him without the desired affection he was thriving for. He kept connections to the RAS but left to look for a better hunting ground. To find someone who would notice his intelligence and give him the attention and respect he deserves.