HOBBIES
★｡ Working out: One of the first things people notice about Dominic is just how well built he is, regardless of what he is wearing (or not wearing). He may as well be religious about his fitness, and his answer 99% of the time to "what are you doing?" is "exercising."
★｡ Marksmanship: Dominic's vision is 20/10, and it seems to be useful with his archery skills as he is a highly skilled marksman. He can often be found honing his skills with target practice, though he finds hitting still-moving targets dull, and sometimes goes out in the woods to hunt moving prey.
★｡ Drawing: Dominic knows little to nothing about the finer aspects of drawing and to be honest, he stinks at it, but he's fond of doodling the highlights of his life from time to time through his artwork. While art is a hobby he would like to pursue more actively, his responsibilities and demands have allowed him to do little more than occasionally draw his rats.
LIKES
★｡ His rats: Dominic's strongest bonds are those he holds with his seven rats, named One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, and Seven, respectively. While he considers socializing with people a highly exhaustive and facetious activity in and of itself, he finds himself able to truly open up much better with his rodents, who are his one true joy.
★｡ Puzzles: Dominic enjoys the mental stimulation from riddles and puzzles, and if there is one he can't solve, it'll wrack his mind until he can figure it out. He is also a highly skilled chess player, and few have ever won against him.
★｡ Books: Dominic particularly enjoys older classics rather than contemporary novels, and has a staggering collection of fictional works. Some of his books are exceptionally rare-- rare enough to basically be historical relics and belong in museums--and are worth substantial amounts of money. And so, it does arouse a bit of suspicion to see them on a knight's bookshelf in his little cottage home.
DISLIKES ★｡ Boasting: Perhaps his #1 pet peeve, Dominic absolutely detests people who evidently need words to explain their skills for them or any justification to brag. Generally, Dominic believes in proving something over speaking highly of oneself. In contrast, Dominic is very modest and seldom accepts compliments.
★｡ Lack of Control: Dominic is a bit of a control freak. He doesn't like his things being moved, just as he doesn't like anything related to him happening without his permission. With that being said, Dominic highly dislikes surprises, and in such matters he can be a bit of a worrier.
★｡ Sex: Dominic does have sexual urges and takes care of them when they arise, but when it comes to sex with another person, he appears strangely uninvested in it, and almost cold. A lot of the time, he sends mixed signals; he can be charming one minute, and a complete stranger the next.
FEARS
★｡ Being honest: Dominic deeply cares about the few people close to him, and while he will easily protect them with his life, he has trouble being frank about his feelings and chooses instead to speak of intimate feelings through action. He is not sociable by nature or even romantically eloquent, and to put it simply, he acts emotionally constipated.
★｡ Endangering his loved ones: Dominic, for some strange reason, is terribly private and seems to almost fear for his family's safety as if someone were hunting him down. If he has any immediate family, it is not public knowledge.
QUIRKS
★｡ While Dominic never really smoked until just recently, he's acquired a habit of smoking to relieve stress, and usually does so in the comfort of his own room or outside of public view.
★｡ Dominic is well-endowed and easily has the finest hindquarters a man can have, even if this information is privy to few people and even fewer have witnessed both his groin and arse in all their splendor.
★｡ Dominic frequently get chronic pains in his limbs due to secondary osteoporosis that gets worse in colder weather. While he is prescribed medication to combat his bone deterioration, its effects are so fleeting and temporary, and it is often so expensive that Dominic sometimes does without it.
As a person, Dominic is a slippery fellow by nature--while he is a workaholic to a fault and generally very quaint and charming, a part of him seems strangely...off. It's safe to say he's hiding something--after all, he does not even tell people his real name. What little Dominic does share that isn't relevant to his job, however, is usually bullshit, and red herrings to detract from his actual history.
Still, as far as knightly matters are concerned, Dominic's work ethic is a force to be reckoned with and he is extremely capable. He thinks well on his feet and is methodical in his work, and he seldom leaves things to chance as he plots out every scenario, making him brilliant at battle strategy and debate. However, Dominic can sometimes mentally stick to one task obsessively, and can get into a state of flow very easily. He is often told to "stop worrying" (he is a terrible worrywart), and to "stop overthinking things." Still, he does not believe in obstacles, and usually to him, the end justifies the means. Dominic is more than willing to get his hands dirty if necessary, but usually seldom has to.
As loyal and capable as he appears, Dominic can be sly andsilver-tongued and is seemingly able to talk his way out of anything. Getting on people's good sides doesn't take much, either, and he is generally well-liked if anyone has an opinion of him. Dominic also possesses the unwavering patience andself-discipline of a saint--he toils in his tasks fervently, and only a handful of people have been able to piss him off thoroughly--even then, he's never raised his voice. While he's notorious for being exceptionally sarcastic, it's often hard to tell whether he means to joke around, or if it is a way to let out steam. However, he's not so calculated and taciturn in romantic situations, in which he loses his usual composure as he is forced to think not with his brains, but with his heart.
And for a man who is, on the outside, a friend to everyone, but cares very much for those he loves, Dominic can sometimes be a bit of a jerk and ruin people that have wronged him. He is very prone to vengeance, and his own strain of it is laden with trickery and subterfuge.
Dominic is also never late, and never absent. His timeliness is downright inhuman.
Anyone who has tried to look into Dominic's life usually hits dead ends simply because he has done a very thorough job of erasing his life from written existence. Usually, he claims to have been named simply Dominic, and that he was born illegitimately in the eastern countryside to a scullery maid that had been ravished by the lord she served. And while it is widely accepted that he grew up as a kitchen boy with no paperwork, it is all in fact, untrue; he was born instead asPerceval Dominic Clavet, was very much legitimate, and was registered in the books under his birth name. The Clavet clan were and are still known as one of thebiggest sapphire mining tycoons in the Rainbow Kingdom. With that context in place, it's simple to see where he got his moniker ofSaphir.
Still, Dominic's childhood is by far the murkiest and most confusing part of his timeline. It is known by his closest confidantes that Dominic grew up in an urban setting, and lived on the streets for much of his childhood, which is strange considering the influence of the Clavet name in business ventures. It is also known to a select few that his only immediate family is his younger sister, Marielle Clavet-Sinclaire, who was born into affluence and is currently married to a noble of the Western Kingdom. Unlike his sister, however, he was not born with a silver spoon in his mouth. As as a result, he developed some morally questionable survival tactics that he still hasn't quite shaken off.
Dominic also happens to have very strange and shady contacts for much of his intel, as well as a rather unorthodox skill set as a knight: among them an uncanny aptitude for persuasion, stealth, infiltration, and sneaking. That, as well as his his unique, distinct hand-to-hand combat style and deadly grapples imply that he was at one point trained as some sort of soldier prior to joining the knighthood.
A clear indicator of this is that many martial arts forms taught in civilian settings teach only self-defense techniques. Dominic's own techniques, however, are clearly meant to kill his opponent as quickly as possible, and require a precise application of lethal force to overcome the enemy quickly. This almost always points to amilitary background. What is curious, though, is that there are no records of him ever being in the army, so it can be assumed that either:
1. his record of military service, like his birth certificate, was somehow erased or tampered with.
2. he was instead some kind of special agent or mercenary, neither of which are recorded in the army's public record.
His distinct southern fighting style also gives away the fact that he hailed from the Southern Kingdom or may have lived there for a time, though for how long is anyone's guess. Any searching at the recorder's office there is also little more than a dead end. His stealth-based skill set, however, along with his affinity in physical combat, might imply that either he was either a government spy or information dealer, or dealt in some sort of stealthier criminal venture like thievery or assassination.
His life before knighthood is also somewhat of an enigma. When Dominic joined the knighthood, he appeared visibly distressed and merely stated that he wished to enlist out of a desire to "start over" and right all his wrongs. Many in the knighthood assume Dominic once separated from or divorced his wife, as he constantly seems to wear a gold band around his finger, but is unmarried. Furthermore, as good-natured and as desirable as he seems to be at his prime, Dominic politely declines invitations to date, spends most of his time at Prince Zenyl's side, and does not appear to have any notable love life to speak of. Whatever was in the past has stayed in the past, or so it seems.
It was painful to untangle himself from his lover's arms, just as it was painful to leave the warmth of his side--but if he didn't leave him while he was sleeping, Perceval knew he'd never be able to leave him at all.
He didn't like these methods, just like he didn't like his cowardice, and all of it left him wrought with guilt. Chain seemingly hadn't noticed that he'd spiked his drink hours before, as he'd slept like a baby within minutes of them lying down. But unfortunately, Chain never slept deeply enough on a regular night to ignore Percy's movements in their embrace; and the man always held him at night with a lion's grip. The way Chain held him made him out to seem protective, as if he was afraid he'd disappear into thin air if he wasn't always holding him.
Percy bit his lip, trying not to collapse under the irony of it all. Here he was, leaving him without so much as a goodbye, because Chain been foolish enough to--gods forbid--trust him. Had Perceval not drugged him--had he not made the choice to leave him--maybe he'd have had the luxury of lying in that lion's grip another night, lulled to sleep by his quiet breathing and the warmth of his skin.
Still, Perceval had run it through his mind millions of times; he couldn't live like this. His past and his actions had no doubt dug him a hole he couldn't get out of. If he stayed with Chain any longer, his lover would get the backlash of his actions. With a shaky sigh, Perceval reached for his pants, and then his shirt. It was all systematic--fit one leg, fit the other leg, zip up, shrug shirt on, button up. He didn't want to think too much about what he was doing, or how it was tearing his heart apart.
What would Chain do when he'd wake up, and all his clothes and things were gone? He always stayed with him until morning, until the sun was bright enough to see his sleeping face and his silly grin. Percy's face contorted, as if in doing so he could rid himself of the thought or the sting of tears in his eyes. He didn't want to imagine Chain's sudden fright and confusion, he didn't want to imagine him searching desperately for him, before reality would no doubt sink in his mind.
But Perceval didn't want to see him dead. As betrayed as Chain would feel after realizing he'd been more or less dumped, and as pained as it would no doubt make him, he would much rather know Chain was safe than dead. Chain could forget about him, love someone else and move his life along into a healthier relationship. It was better--so much better--than the thought of him being killed, or hurt, or alone in a puddle of his own blood for reasons that transcended him. Perceval knew the nature of the people that pursued him with such fervor. Perceval didn't doubt they'd aim for what was most dear to him, if they were aware he held anything dear to him, at all.
The thought solidified his resolve, and Perceval finally pulled his cloak on, unlocking the door. He caught a glimpse of the golden band on his finger as he reached his hand up to pull down his hood. It meant nothing, now. His promises, his vows--he was breaking them all.
Chain could hate him for it. That was fine. But he was safe, and Perceval would easily do whatever it took to make sure things stayed that way.
Dominic is an exceptional hand-to-hand fighter. It is safe to say he is more dangerous without a weapon than with one, as his choke holds and grapples are downright deadly. He will often complement any melee weapon with his combat style, making his movements more unpredictable. Dominic also employs speed over strength, and seldom wears much for protection past a leather cuirass or chest plate; instead, he opts for quick footwork and devastating counters to get the upper hand, both of which would be severely restricted with the heavier plate armor found on most knights. Aside from his sharp mind and aptitude for strategy, it was mostly his unique fighting prowess that gained him recognition among the knights.
However, the principles of his fighting style usually demand a rapid assault and a precise application of lethal force, and regardless of how devastating his offense can be, he is a glass cannon in many situations and can't afford to take any blows. This makes him weaker against opponents with longer weapons in general, as neutralizing his opponent will take more time and leave him more open to their attacks. Against spear and claymore wielders, Dominic will have an especially difficult time, as he may have to shield up if he wants to close the distance between him and his opponent, which will severely limit the scope of what he can do.
FLAME CLOAK ➋
Dominic's first ability, a gift from the grand magician, allows him to set any part of his body ablaze. Usually, he is naturally able to set his entire body on fire if he wishes to, but it's resulted in a few embarrassing situations where he's burned his clothes to cinders. Most of the time, he will use this ability to light things, such as his finger to light a candle, his fist to make a devastating blow even deadlier, or his limbs to light a wall of flame.
Dominic's flame powers, in general, raise his natural body temperature, and so Dom seldom feels cold and his skin can be very warm. It also responds somewhat to his emotional state; while Dominic is anything but temperamental, strong emotions like lust or rage can sometimes make his flesh extremely hot and (at times) downright untouchable. However, this side effect is not really harmful. Aside from his skin being warmer than usual, there runs no risk of anything being set on fire unless Dominic deliberately chooses to do so (or if you try to fry an egg on his skin, because he's not going to like that).
Whenever Dominic sets a part of his body ablaze via means of the cloak, it also takes on the properties of molten rock, and his skin will harden. This serves as a good form of self-defense when he runs the risk of being struck or stabbed. However, his abilities come at the cost of his energy; use of his flame cloak ability for longer than five seconds will rapidly deplete his energy. If he pushes it for longer than ten seconds, he will outright collapse, and so he can only use his ability in short bursts. With that being said, the shield on his skin cannot serve as a consistent armor, and can only be used in dire situations to combat physical trauma.
INCINERATE ➌
Dominic's final ability, a gift from the grand magician, allows his gaze to focus on anything and spontaneously set it ablaze if it is within 10 feet of him. Usually, this happens relatively slowly and will usually start off as a small spark of flame that can frighten or deter most threats, but the size of the flame correlates with the intensity of Dominic's stare. This ability will change his eyes from blue to amber when in use.
However, he can only set one thing on fire at a time, and is unable to use his ability again until the first fire puts itself out. Another issue is that it is fickle and extremely unpredictable, making it--and Dominic--a walking fire hazard. If Dominic stares or glares at something too intensely (which he is often wont to do), it's more than likely something is going to catch fire. As a way to control it, Dominic will often wear clear spectacles in public. It appears that putting on glasses, or having anything in between his line of vision and his target (like a blindfold or someone's hands covering his eyes), will prevent his ability from working.
i'll tell ya about the magicXXXit'll free your soulXXXbut it's like tryin' to tell a stranger about rock n ' roll
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★｡XXavaliability currently in 2-3 roleplays, but it will probably be 4 or so after a friend gets hers up and going. even with work and school, I still have time to post at the very least, once a day, but I usually post more frequently throughout the evening. ★｡XXquestions What... is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow? ★｡XXcharacter facts please include 7 points about your character so i can get a flavor for them. highlight what makes them unique from other characters here
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♥ As a person, Saphir is slippery fellow by nature--while he is a workaholic to a fault and generally very quaint and charming, a part of him seems strangely...off. It's safe to say he's hiding something--after all, Saphir is not even his real name. What little Saphir does share that isn't relevant to his job, however, is usually bullshit, and red herrings to detract from his actual history. However, his unique, almost exotic combat style and grapples implies that he was at one point trained as some sort of mercenary.
♥ Having grown up in the streets, and having developed some morally questionable survival tactics in his time, Saphir happens to have very shady contacts, as well as a rather unorthodox skillset as a knight--among them an uncanny aptitude for haggling, stealth and sneaking, and an exceptionally silver tongue. Saphir also possesses the unwavering patience and self-discipline of a saint--only a handful of people have been able to piss him off thoroughly, and even then, he's never raised his voice.
♥ Still, as far as knightly matters are concerned, Saphir's work ethic is a force to be reckoned with. He thinks well on his feet and is methodical in his work, and he seldom leaves things to chance as he plots out every mental scenario quite well, making him brilliant at battle strategy and debate. He does not believe in obstacles, and usually to him, the end justifies the means. Saphir is more than willing to get his hands dirty if necessary, but usually seldom has to.
♥ Saphir is by no means a small man. He is broad-shouldered, well-built, and sports a distinct mesomorphic build.
♥ While Saphir owns and domesticates several rats, he as of now owns a brown and white rat named named Seven that he uses to scout and gather intel. Saphir is extremely selective about the rats he brings along for work, and Seven is arguably the best at sniffing out traps or enemies. Seven was selected during one of his trips to the sewers after the untimely death of Six (his previous trained rat), and every time Saphir visits the sewers, it's because he's searching for rats that he finds particularly bright.
♥ His real name is Perceval Clavet, which to some extent is ironic as his mother named him after one of the knights in Arthurian legend. However, in census and immigration records, Perceval Clavet does not actually exist, which indicates that either he was unregistered at birth, or his birth name was somehow purged from the records.
★｡XXquick drabble i want to see one short paragraph of how you'd role-play your character like.
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The train was bumpy--at least, too bumpy for Perceval. He wasn't particularly fond of long trips, fewer still trips that landed him this far out of civilization. But, duty called, didn't it? And if it meant protecting--an amusing euphemism for spying and shadowing--this man to the middle of nowhere to make sure nothing went awry, he'd do it. It was a trifling task in a village where surely nothing happened, and Perceval was almost sure the Keepers' concern here was misplaced. But, if it kept him busy, and if it paid, Perceval would be there. And he certainly had ways of making sure he didn't raise any suspicion.
First order of operations was always to appear as harmless and unsuspecting as possible.
Perceval was quite aware that train rides had a way of lulling people to sleep. Perceval sat across from him, his hands folded on his lap as his own head leaned into the window. Every now and then, he'd place in a well-grumbled incoherency and let out a small snort. But, not being truly asleep, his eyes fluttered open every now and then.
It was always good to be aware of his surroundings. And Chain--or so he called himself--hadn't budged from his seat in some time, engrossed in a book. The book bore no title on the cover or spine, and so Perceval knew nothing of its material. But after a while, he finally put it down, seemingly bored or aggravated by its contents, and his eyes opened a crack wider. He let out a small, tired yawn as he noticed her glance out the window, his arms stretched out before him.
"Are we there yet?" he mumbled sleepily, covering his mouth with his arm. Surely his target wouldn't take kindly to knowing he'd been spying on her from the corner of his eye for a while now, and so he slumped against the seat for added effect. "Half my bum's asleep, and I'm getting hungry. Do they serve lunch on this train?"
⤝ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: the western castleᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴ(s):n / a. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs: it's time to wake up the prince.⤞ ___________________________________________________________
It was a few minutes shy of 5 am when Dom's eyes opened a crack. He hardly needed an alarm clock--his body seemed accustomed to the rhythm of waking up early. That morning, however, he was roused from his slumber merely out of chronic pain and discomfort. The joints in his leg and arm always ached dully in the coldest part of the night, and the coldest hours were always hours before sunrise.
That chilly September morning posed as no exception--Dominic sucked in a breath with a hiss and bit his lower lip fiercely, lying on his side and clutching his throbbing knee. The ache seemed to get worse every year. He was hardly a doctor, and the one he'd been seeing didn't really have a cure. His father, his father's father--they'd all had it. Genetically, bones were always brittle in his family.
His dreams hadn't been particularly pleasant, either. Somewhere in the midst of his little dream reel, Dominic could vaguely recall a little flat in the urban denseness of the city, and nostalgia still lingered in his thoughts as he stirred into consciousness. And while he couldn't remember his dream, his hands were clammy, his sheets were knotted haphazardly across his legs as if he'd been tossing in them for hours, and his back was slick with sweat as if he'd gone through some sort of nightmare. Dom had half a mind to try and remember what he dreamt, but his head, as it was, was too foggy. It had taken him years to finally fall asleep comfortably without jolting at every sound, and he hardly wanted to go back to that. Everything wasn't a life or death situation, anymore. He didn't have nightmares as often. He lived comfortably, had a stable career...
But sometimes, he couldn't help but wonder if it was worth the exchange and the bridges he'd burned, or if he was really "living" comfortably at all. Was this really peace of mind? Dominic's brows furrowed, and he cut off his thoughts by sleepily kicking on his slippers in the dark--left first, right second. Like many of Dominic's little quirks, he always a made a point to keep them right where his feet would land in the morning so his bare feet would't touch the ground. And the first thing he'd see in the morning once his boots were snug and tied was a full-size mirror that was set across his bed.
And like every morning, Dominic stared blearily at his reflection. His cheeks were pale, his eyes were still swollen shut from sleeping, and damp strands of hair clung to his brow. The gaze that gaped back at him was clearly out of focus, and not a far cry from the disoriented gaze of a drug addict. Not that anyone looked good in the morning, but Dom looked and felt particularly worse than usual. Frowning at his reflection, he called a flame to his index finger and lit the candle on his night stand. He wouldn't have to wake up the prince for another few hours--it was best to take advantage of the morning, while he still could.
The following hours for Dominic went on as usual; after making his bed, washing, leaving his rats enough food for two days, and hanging up his laundry, he began to dress and fit himself into a blue velvet tunic, and an ornate leather cuirass and boots. His cuirass was mostly for show and offered little protection, but Dominic hardly figured this event of sorts would become a full on war of nations. If Prince Zenyl required his protection at the conference, Dominic could easily provide it without nearly a hundred pounds of added weight. Any knight coming to a party to dance, dine, and drink in plate mail was clearly out of his mind.
He hadn't been to the grand magician's home many times--and the first time he'd had the privilege of going, he'd been gifted with one of the magician's many arcane gifts. But in retrospect, being an elemental knight was no different than being a glorified bodyguard. Life was still just as dull, and where the other knights found pleasure in drinking, camaraderie, and the wide scope of their duties, Dominic simply buried himself in work and in shadowing his prince. He felt strangely detached from all the little things in the past three years, as if his emotions had been watered down. Sighing, he realized that perhaps the high that came with danger and discovery and in-your-face lawbreaking disappeared when he simply stopped engaging in all three. He wasn't young anymore, as far as he was concerned, anyway, and few things really astounded him. Life simply was.
At eight o' clock sharp, he started down the hall to Prince Zenyl's bedroom. Waking him up at this hour was a bit earlier than what the prince was accustomed to, but if he didn't nudge him along now, they'd be rushing come noon, and rushing always left room for mistakes. It was good to be timely, and if Prince Zenyl made a bad impression, the blame would no doubt trickle down to the performance of his knight, eventually.
And so, he knocked on the door gently, ear pressed against the door for sounds of movement. "Your Highness?"
When he heard no response, he rapped lightly against the door a few more times--if the prince was sleeping too deeply to hear him, Roux would no likely hear it. The hound's distaste of Dominic and his subsequent barking would likely wake up his master in due time. "I hate to bother you at so early an hour," he called over the door,"but we have to prepare you for the conference. It's best we leave by noontide."
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