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Dominic Mulligan

Monster? Oh come now. I'm no more a monster than a pelican eating a fish." (DECEASED)

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by NotAFlyingToy, as played by RolePlayGateway

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A faction of vampyric creatures who reign over the Cursed Wood. "Expect from thy blood no more than thy blood expects from thee."

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Johnny Cash wrote:Early one mornin' with time to kill.
Borrowed Jeb's rifle, sat up on the hill.
I see a lone rider, crossin' the planes.
Drew a bead on him to practice my aim.

Deceased


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Dominic is a 16 year old Vampire in appearance, but in truth is over 350 years old (he stopped counting at 300). He is the sole kin of an unknown Irish lord who died by a civil war at Dominic's creation. Dominic has spent most of his unlife wandering the world, learning all he could and manipulating all that he must.

He has a reserved, stealth-approach when it comes to vampirism, and is a big advocate of the "Brain over slaughter" method of feeding. He maintains that any exposure of their way of life is bad exposure, bringing unwelcome attention onto him and whoever he is allied with at the time. He also has an almost chronic-backstabbing disorder about him, constantly seeking for weaknesses in the human nature to exploit and turn against them. This leads to him being an all around untrustworthy and shady character.

So begins...

Dominic Mulligan's Story

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Daemala Tauvyr steps tentatively into the light of the setting sun.

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Daemala Tauvyr points to a structure that can be seen through the trees, if you peered hard enough.

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The boy regarded her curiously, years of living outside of his homeland having washed the Irish brogue from his voice. "Where are we going?" He asked.

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He had been silent so far on their journey, taking in the grand hallways, the large ceilings, the general... atmosphere of the place. Looking at the two figures, he finally spoke, his voice constantly in the realm of puberty. "This is all you promised and more, my lady." He accepted the offer and sat three chairs down from her, sharp eyes taking in the room. "But what is our purpose for meeting? You were rather... mysterious."

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The boy didn't respond at first, weighing her words carefully. He didn't know her strength yet, and thus shouldn't speak out against her without that crucial information. Still, inside he bristled at the fact that she didn't answer his pointed question - demand, really. Still, he inclined his head slightly.

"I have lost count, I am afraid. I believe I am around three hundred and fifty on a standard human calendar."

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Dominic Mulligan pursed his lips thoughtfully, leaning his elbows upon the heavy table, tapping each finger, one by one, upon his chin. "An alliance," he drawled, his lips curving upwards in a slight smile. "is a dangerous thing to form for beings of our stature, My dear." He stood from his chair, his legs groaning with growing pains that would never cease. "You do know of the brutal combat our brethren show each other? The hatred that Humanity," he spat the word with such malice one would think it was poison, "shows us on a nightly - and daily - basis? And you want to sit here and play diplomacy." He chuckled darkly putting his hands out in front of him. "Explain to me, mistress, why we need such a thing?"

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He nodded, still contemplative. She wasn't backing down. She was defending her opinion. In truth, he liked the idea of an alliance - of a group of people who could have his back when he couldn't get out of a corner. But he felt like he needed to test her marriage to the idea of an alliance. After all, if she was the leader (which he assumed her to be, though she hadn't stated so) than he wanted to make damn sure that this alliance wouldn't fall apart the second the ink was dry, so to speak.

"You promise me drink, then? You promise me security, and if not security, vengeance of my soul? This is what you offer me out of this alliance." He chuckled darkly again, his words aiming to make her angry, make her lash out. "How is grouping a circle of hounds guaranteed to help the rabbits flow, mistress? How is a group of bears going to stop the hunters from collecting their pelts?"

He spun from her, facing away, smiling into the air as he hoped to drive it home. "You expect far more from our stubborn brethren than I think they will give, Mistress."

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He grinned now, not unlike a primate, allowing himself a few scant seconds of enjoyment of her tirade.

There it was. The fire. The passion. The genuine caring for the continuance of their parasitic race. For years he had hated what he was, what he had become. A blood-sucking leech, almost literally. Praying off of animals and the rare human, too weak to attack fully grown humans. The first fifty years of his sirehood had, for lack of a better term, blown.

And now here it was. A political platform with his own kind, made up entirely of vampires. For the most part, exploitable vampires. And though the doubts he had raised in front of her were valid concerns of his, he saw far more benefit to the alliance than bad. He could use a group of people at his back, and he would allow their strengths to be his own and respond in kind.

And if it didn't work out, he would turn them on each other, one by one, until he was the one holding the reigns. Either way, he benefited.

He only turned when the smile was completely eradicated from his face. With a determined expression, he marched right over to her, until his eyes met her chin. With a fierce glare, he stuck his hand out.

"Where do I sign up?"

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Dominic Mulligan nodded, quietly, turning to follow the two, inwardly shaking his head at the term "brother".

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Hmmm...

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Dominic Mulligan shrugged, smiling. "Shall we follow the vaguely depressing man?"

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"I would like that indeed, Mistress." He said, turning towards the newcomer and flashing her his trademark pearly whites, complete with chiselled fangs. He kept immaculate care of himself. First impressions were his speciality. "And who are you, my dear?"

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"Dayo! Dayo, such a lovely name for a lovely girl." He spread his arms wide, the suit jacket that ill fit him opening slightly, revealing a green necktie that matched his eyes. "I, my dear, am Dominic. Dominic Mulligan, Irish parasite and sometimes merchant of... things to humans. I only run at night, of course." He smiled at the girl, the gears in his mind turning. How to manipulate a creature, without knowing its age...

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Dominic Mulligan forced a smile, and then turned to Daemala as the servant left. "Odd one, isn't he?"

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Dominic Mulligan was thoroughly unsettled by the Harlequin, to be sure. He couldn't get a good read on him. He seemed... simple. Distracted. Ridiculously... well, stupid. But, he sensed a decent time for another foray into his plans. He smiled at Daemala and Dayo, and then started after the Harlequin. "Perhaps I'll see to him. Excuse me, ladies." He said, following the strange vampire.

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Before the servant could reach the group, Dominic reached out in front of him, speaking in a low, quick voice, hopefully out of earshot. "I would very much like to speak with you in private, sir. If at all possible."

And then he immediately jumped backwards. "Indeed! The dungeons sound marvelous."

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"Sorry, gang!" Dominic cried, chipper as ever. "I had to let nature take its course. What did I miss?"

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Dominic laughed at that, shaking his head. "Oh my dear sir," he said, gasping for breath, "You would not cut me up, my friend. Even if you wanted to. You are nothing but a mere dog on a leash." He said the words matter of fact, with no malice, but simple fact colouring his words.

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Dominic laughed at that, clapping a hand on Harlequin's shoulder, and removing it with lightning speed. "I bet you do, my friend. I bet you do." He turned to the rest of the party. "I am really sorry, my fellow Alliance Brethren, but I must take my leave of you for now. I have a duty to drink, tonight. And I feel it must be a fresh kill... some English, perhaps. Who knows where the night will take me?" He turned back towards Harlequin, and dropped a bit of paper on top of Harlequin's shoulder, watching it flutter to the servant's neckline. The movement was subtle, but a keen eye would have noticed it with ease.

He smiled disarmingly at the two ladies. "My mistresses. Good night!" Without waiting for a response, he swished out of the room, and down the way he came.

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The wind outside was howling and pushing at his back as he finally managed to throw his young body against the door, not for the first time cursing this nubile form for its weakness. He could never really accomplish things that others in his stature and position could as a youngling. Even in Ireland, where he was considered one of the oldest vampires in that area and thus, the most powerful, he was oft laughed at for his lack of ability when it came to older and stronger vampires.

He didn't mind. All his tormentors had met their end eventually. He had personally started a civil war so they'd get their just desserts.

With a flourish, he flipped the hood of his green cloak backwards, revealing his strawberry blonde hair, and his normally toothy grin twisted quickly into a scowl. "Is there anyone here?" He called, taking off the cloak and throwing it towards a rack. It fell innefectually to the floor. "I come delivering grand news."

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He smiled at the lady, giving a slight bow to the lady as she emerged. How was she able to move so swiftly...?

"News of Ireland, my dear. The Irish vampires are slowly descending into yet another civil war. At this rate, they will be obliterated by their own crushing weight. A wonderful occurance for us, here." He smiled at her as he glided towards her, ignoring the pain in his knee. "Do you have anything to drink, My lady? I'm a bit famished."

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He smiled at the lady, giving a slight bow to the lady as she emerged. How was she able to move so swiftly...?

"News of Ireland, my dear. The Irish vampires are slowly descending into yet another civil war. At this rate, they will be obliterated by their own crushing weight. A wonderful occurance for us, here." He smiled at her as he glided towards her, ignoring the pain in his knee. "Do you have anything to drink, My lady? I'm a bit famished."

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Dominic Mulligan grinned at her pleasure. "I figure we can sweep up the survivors, whenever they get through murdering each other in their beds. That is the thing about the Irish, my dear. We much prefer secrecy to straight up combat. For better or worse."

He let that sentence hang as he listened to her question. "Indeed! I rather think I would enjoy some middle-eastern blood, my dear. Nothing quite like a little spice, if you know what I mean. Point the way!" He was happy, relaxed, loose. There was nothing he could worry about here, yet. Not until things started going south.

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With a bow, Dominic headed into the room.

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With measured footsteps, Dominic crept through the crowd, preferring a stealthy approach. A stealthy approach, as opposed to the complete ludicrous activities of his brethren, feeding, slicing... madness in the screaming of the innocent blood being run red into the gutters of Main street. Smells, sounds that increased the tempo and hunger pulsing through his veings.

Disgusting.

He kicked a corpse aside in frustration, allowing his temper to overcome him briefly. The young body he was caged in protested with the impact, but he welcomed the pain. They were like animals, he decided, giving in to their base instincts without a single thought as to the impact of their actions. The people of the world did not need further proof of Vampires in their midst.

His eyes scanned the crowd for perpetrators, but found none immediately. He quickly scaled a building, utilizing his strength and speed to scrabble up the brick. It was there he perched, his eyes sharp, staring hard out onto the crowd.

Daemala would hear of this, he decided. If she wasn't here already.