[WS] Mixxi's WS Roster Card: Meet Dom!

[Mixxi]

Figured I'd fill one out so folks new and old can get to know Dom.

Name:  Domnic  Janus

Race:  Human

Gender: Male

Profession:  Medic/Explorer and Warrior/Soldier  (will play as two alts, but same character)

Alignment: Exile (although he will probably have a presence on the Dominion side as well)

Alts:  (right now, only plans for other profession/alignment versions of Dom)

Me and Saga: Was around at the founding a million years ago on FV (Firiona Vie, special ruleset RP server for EQ)

Other games: Great love for SWG (pre-NGE), EQ, EQ2, Horizons, WoW (beta and super-briefly after release), SWTOR, GW2. Brief flirtations with other MMORPGs.  D&D, but pre-AD&D, and a few other pen-and-papers from the dark ages. Lots and lots of console, PC, and other platform games. Favorites: FFX, Myst, Banjo-Kazooie, Gex, and just about anything Nintendo puts out. Board and card games—oh...yes....

Aspects of gaming I enjoy and look forward to doing in this game?  RP in game, RP in stories, raiding, dungeons/shiphands/adventures, exploring, PvP, kicking the arse of anything that wants to kick my arse.

IN CHARACTER STUFF:

Tell us of your past:

The man before you runs a hand through his roughly-trimmed sandy hair to gain some time to think. "Well, same as everyone else here, most likely. Kicked out of where I used to be. Got no choice but to come here." He quirks an eyebrow. "Because, really, why else would anyone be here? Unless you're one of those paranoid types who sees lurkers in every shadow. You're not one of those types, are you?"  He pauses and looks at you rather closely, as if the question were not altogether rhetorical.

What hobbies or quests do you presently have?

Domnic suddenly straightens up to his full height--which is absolutely average--and leans toward you, gazing earnestly into your eyes. "A quest? Why, yes. I do indeed have a quest. A very serious one. I'm very glad you asked me. It's been a very important part of my life for quite some time."

He steps back, shoulders squared, one hand pressed to his chest. Drawing breath, his eyes clear and his chin held high, he declares, "I am pledged to keep my tender hide intact. And I swear that anyone or anything that tries to interfere with this most sacred purpose will get their freakin' heads lopped off in the most expeditious manner available." He pauses, thinking. "And then I'll take their stuff. To, um, give to orphans." 

He pauses again, thoughtfully, and then looks up at you. "That might actually qualify as a hobby as well. Do you think that could be a hobby?"

Where do you see yourself in the future?

Dom nods eagerly. He knows the answer to this one without even thinking. "Madame Mekara's Crystal Ball-o-Rama. That's always where I go for all my scrying needs!" He rummages in his pockets and holds out a rather grubby handbill. "If you tell her I sent you, she'll give me a free aura adjustment." Continuing to eagerly hold out the scrap of paper, he lets the moment stretch into awkward silence.

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Really looking forward to Wildstar! Dum-dum...dum-da-dum...dum-dum ... wanders off singing, "I think I love you...But I wanna know for sure..."