Dominique Scott
The Hipster
Personality:
Dominique is always chill and lax, she doesn't often get stressed or get into arguements or when she does they get resolved quickly. She is very outgoing and likes to wander, walking town after town with her faithful guitar by her side, meeting new friends and all in all just having a good time on her journey. Because of her many adventures on foot, Dominique has an exceptional knowledge of direction, almost as if she had an internal map in her mind, which marked out waypoints for her; she knows almost all the greatest cafés, resturants, stores, sport-parks, you name it and she'll get you there.
Other than her mapping skills, Dominique is also quite skilled in playing the acoustic guitar and cooking meals for friends and family (as well as herself). In her free-time she'd be found, sat cross-;egged with her guitar in her lap, strumming away peacefully, mumbling a tune along to the notes.
And when it comes to cooking, Dominique may not be a professional chef, but she sure does love to whip up a few fancy meal here in there, with a special ingredient she likes to called 'The Dominique Touch' which in reality is often just a regular spice or dressing, but it's the thought and mystery which keeps the charade alive.
Backstory:
As far as sob-stories go, Dominique's is pretty typical. She was brought up in a foster home from age six after her mother died from a O.D and her father was thrown in jail for illegal possesion of drugs. The foster home was, fortunately, kind to Dominique. Her carers teated her well and the other kids all loved to be around her, especially whn she set up a tent, made of blankets and bed-sheets strewn across the washing line, and sang songs as if they were sat around a camp-fire.
At age fourteen, Dominique's father was released from prison and given custody of Dominique. Much to her father's surprise, she welcomed him with a warm embrace and together they settled in to a new home which marked the start of a new life, built on a promise her father had made. Being at home wasn't tough for Dominque, like the carers though it may be, she seemed to have settled in well, and she got along with her father after having forgave him for the tragedy that consumed her mother, and nearly her father too. Dominique was just happy she could have atleast one parent still living.
During their life together, Dominique's father taught Dominique the art of singing and playing guitar, which was easily absorbed, as she already had a love for the two from the very first day she was alive on this planet. Quickly, the daughter caught on to her father's hobbies and soon they were an inseperable pair. Her father would take her on roadtrips to conventions for music lovers, or to rock and indie live shows. To Dominique, those were the best years of her life.
Though all good things come to an nd. And eventually, Dominique's father became too ill to drive her to liveshows of conventions, heck, he could barely walk let alone drive. Dominique took to caring for her father, but her spirits were not broken. Each day she would sing to him and play a song on her guitar, then after she managed to get him to take a nap, she'd take her guitar out, and begin venturying the world outside her home. When school started, Dominique hired a day-nurse to look after her father, which meant in the few hours she had after school, she would sit and practice her guitar until it became dark and evntually she'd have to walk home. But each night, on her way home, Dominique would look up to the sunset and smile, blowing a kiss to the horizon before it was exstinguised by the night.
Example of roleplay:
*bzzt* *kssh* *bsskt-* "Damn camera! Work damn it!" Dominique's father thumped his palm helplessly into the pathetic old camera, watching the flip screen as it flashed with ray of grey and white static, and then focused on a clear picture for a split second before recceeding back to static and nothing-ness. "Damn.." Dominique's father sighed, giving up his attempt to rescue the camera. A bight spotlight lit up upon the stage, which made Dominque's father look up, his eye widened as he waitied anxiously.
Soon, upon the stage came a small girl, about the age of fourteen who tobbled her way to the center and sat herself down on the stool which had been provided for her. In the girl's lap sat an almost-too-large acoustic guitar, positioned so her right hand could play. Dominique's father instantaniously smiled as he saw the girl and called out, "Woo! Go D!" the girl on the stage smiled back to her father before clearing her throat, "This is a song I wrote myself.. please.." she said, her voice echoing through the microphone. Another woot of support from her father encouraged Dominique to begin her song, plucking away the start on her guitar.
[Song Here]
As he song ended and the crowd erupted in cheers, only once member of the audience stayed still and silent, her father. He sat, with a great big grin on his face as tars streamed down his cheeks and his words choked up only a whisper, "Your mother would be so proud of you D.."
[OOC= It's in italics because it's a memory or something idk]
Haven't decided any powers/weapons for my character yet, nay think of some as the RP progresses
Secret Code: Non-Believer