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[domino]

Personal Info

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Nickname: It'd be great if everyone would just call me Allie, which is my real name. Give me a nickname and I'll love you forever though.
Age: I just turned 15 on July 14! C: Yay.
Experience: Hmm... 4, maybe? Off and on though.
Contact Info: You can email me at [e-mail] or just PM me here, which would be much easier.
Other Characters or Staff Position? Nope.

Basics

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Character Name: Domino Marie Lewis
Nicknames: Usually just Dom.
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Birth Date: June 3, 1991
Grade: 11th
Relationship Status: Dating

Appearance

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Looks like: Hannabeth (look at the top of the page for a picture)
Height: 5'5
Weight: 97 lbs
Build:

At 5 foot, 5 inches with a remarkably slow metabolism and petite (vertically challenged, as she likes to put it) frame, Domino works hard to keep her slender physique. Although even she admits to being a little light at the top, if you know what I mean, Domino has a very sculpted body, from strong, muscled legs to a small waist and narrow shoulders, all upkept with hours and hours of training each week. She's had a history of eating disorders, and has bounced from annorexia to bulimia many times. Currently she prides herself in eating a healthy amount of food each day, although this is certianly sesceptable to change due to her chamelionic demenor. She weighs a measly 97 pounds, and is rather willowy, although short, and is able to move with a quick, unaltered grace. This gives her an added advantage whilst playing sports, and is especially adept at soccer. Dom's fancy feet work and quick mind makes up for her lack of speed and height; she would be a remarkably skilled player if only she joined a team.

Eyes:

Domino's eyes are not hypnotic, or necessarily gorgeous. They're pretty, don't get me wrong, with a crystallized sapphire hue embedded with flakes of striking amber and framed with thick, curled black lashes.
Everyone seems to say, oh, I look at a person's eyes first. They are the windows into their souls, they show all emotions, yada, yada, yada. That's all good and well for some, but for Ms. Lewis, it's a different story. Cold and often dormant of any emotion, they sit like sparkling blue agate marbles on the planes of her porcelain face. Looking into Domino's eyes is about as helpful when deciphering what mood she's in as staring into puddles of mud on the sidewalk; it's not going to get you anywhere. Through the many trails of her life, she has trained herself to deflect all emotion from her face; instead, she uses her body language (because Lord knows she'll never actually tell you how she really feels), and often gesticulates wildly when flustered or agitated. All in all, Domino's eyes are both enigmatic and alluring, and the longer you know her, the better you become to deciphering her moods.

Skin:

Unlike many girls her age, Domino has come to realize just how blessed she is with her rather unique skin type, even though many of her early teenage years were spent basking for hours under the sun, a product of her utter dislike for her naturally pale tone. A smooth, unbroken cream, her skin is not tainted by acne, a trait she inherited from her mother. Even so, she loves to indulge in makeup, and has developed a master's hand in such an area of art.

Tatoos and Piercings:

• Snakebites
  
• Nose ring
  
• Belly button ring
  
• Small tattoo of a cupcake on her left wrist
  

Face:

Dominos face is a perfect picture of timeless, classic beauty, although she doesn't see it as such. She often jokes that she resembles a horse, although she overexaggerates the harshness of her features. Contrary to her beliefs, she is actually quite a pretty young lady, with moderately high cheekbones, a soft, subtle jawline and a small, hooked nose. Domino's features are refined and have an air of haughty sophistication, although she doesn't posses the personality to match. Her lips are thin and pale, often sporting a contempt pout on the occasion Domino feels she hasn't received what was deserved, which happens more than it probably should. Her forehead arches high above meticulously plucked eyebrows, with a widow's peak masked by short, choppy bangs that look like they were hacked off by lawn clippers. Although some may say this detracts from her elegance, it is still obvious that she has inherited her mother's European looks.

Hair:

Soft ringlets naturally colored a deep mahogany brown tumble down well past her shoulders, cut with slight layers that frame her pallid face in thick chocolate curls. Many mistake her hair for being black, although while in the sun's rays it shows as a deep coffee hue. No one can really tell for certain what color hair she'll have each day, though, because it constantly changes. Her hair has quite possibly been every color on the spectrum, from blonde to red, and even blue and purple. It's just one of her many outlets of creativity. Her hair almost never goes without a clip of bow, and she is often known to dramatically overaccesorize. Many tell her she possesses the know-how of a professional hair stylist, a product of years upon years of practice and lessons taken from her mother. She loves her hair, devoting a good portion of her morning to styling it to perfection. Whether it's straightened with a flat iron or left to it's naturally wavy state, it remains, in Domino's eyes, her best attribute.

Overall Style:

It is often said that how you look on the outside should never hint to how you are on the inside. You know, never judge a book by it's cover, that annoyingly overused phrase constantly used by 3rd grade elementary school teachers and overenthusiastic soccer moms.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, Domino Marie Lewis begs to differ.
How many times have you seen a hobo on the side of the road and thought, "Boy, that must really be a well raised, good mannered, successful young man on the inside." Probably never.

So one may see Domino for the first time, taking in the rather impressive sight of handfuls upon handfuls of mismatched, erratically placed jewelry, brightly colored clothing and, perhaps most prominent, her constantly mirthful and goofy grin. They may think, "This young girl is certain to be annoyingly childish and will probably be nothing but a waste of my time." This, for the most part, is completely true, further proving her point.

Domino holds, in her physical appearance, such personality and creativity that one may stop and stare while passing her on a lonely street. This being said, it is apparent that she only clothes herself with the most unique of styles. To put it frankly, she likes to turn heads. If it'll grab someone's attention, there is a very large chance that she will wear it, if only to get a laugh out of someone. Besides this, the girl is very stylish, and has at least enough fashion sense to know what goes with what and what to steer clear of. She often feels slightly naked without accessories, and will pile on necklaces and bangles, not caring if it matches in the least. She refuses to spend ungodly amount of money on clothes, and old rosary beads, fake gems, and even a Ringpop here and there are all easily wearable. For this reason, she's often scorned at Kennington for her love of recycling old and worn products, and many come under the impression that she's cheap. They're right; she's cheap as hell, and won't purchase anything that excedes a strict budget.

Personality

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Likes:

[+] music (duh?)
[+] fist fights
[+] cigarettes
[+] awkward silences
[+] yelling
[+] sparkling water
[+] colors bright enough to make your eyes hurt
[+] vitamin water
[+] beach
[+] sex
[+] alcohol
[+] friends
[+] sunglasses
[+] guitars
[+] star bucks
[+] old films
[+] horror films
[+] old photographs
[+] accents
[+] clothes
[+] board games
[+] parties
[+] birthdays
[+] singing badly
[+] funny/random shit
[+] dinosaurs
[+] giraffes
[+] video games, sometimes
[+] disco balls
[+] hugs
[+] scarves
[+] clouds
[+] snow and ice
[+] heart-shaped objects
[+] climbing trees
[+] slides
[+] shiny objects
[+] iced tea
[+] ice cream
[+] racing
[+] her car
[+] label makers
[+] heights
[+] soup
[+] dancing
[+] organization
[+] painting
[+] laptops
[+] skittles
[+] good hygiene
[+] whipped cream
[+] video recorders
[+] record players
[+] shoes
[+] technology
[+] sleeping
[+] traveling
[+] unicorns
[+] road trips
[+] shoplifting
[+] fear
[+] vegetarians/hippies/treehuggers
[+] guys with glasses
[+] vandalism

Dislikes:

[-] warm things
[-] loud noises
[-] rain
[-] complements
[-] horses
[-] the color burnt orange
[-] snobs
[-] country, rap music
[-] vegetarians
[-] the smell of burning things
[-] hand sanitizers
[-] deserts
[-] cats
[-] spray-on tan
[-] spiders
[-] cops
[-] skateboarding
[-] things bigger than her
[-] nuts
[-] soda
[-] math
[-] telling time
[-] staplers
[-] weighing things(including herself)
[-] dull people
[-] back-stabbers
[-] talk shows
[-] fakes
[-] liars
[-] really strong people
[-] insensitivity
[-] being cold
[-] judging
[-] supernatural things
[-] crowds
[-] wind
[-] lack of hygiene
[-] failure
[-] religion
[-] pyro/fire
[-] dancing
[-] rejection
[-] anything that smells bad
[-] unorderly things
[-] unnaturally long things (hair, and nails especially)
[-] drama
[-] overenthusiastic Christians

Strengths:

[+] independent personality
[+] very cheery and bright
[+] excellent driver

Weaknesses:

[-] alcohol
[-] good looking guys
[-] her short fuse

Hopes and Dreams:

[+] get through college
[+] move out of the house. soon.
[+] find the right guy (who doesn't?)

Fears:

[-] dying
[-] meeting new people
[-] figures of authority
[-] getting old
[-] commitment
[-] fire
[-] swimming in murky water
[-] being forgotten
[-] spiders and various other insects
[-] embarrassment

Habits:

[-] being too loud
[-] random outbursts
[-] unintentionally being rude
[-] drumming her fingers
[-] biting nails
[-] openly staring at attractive guys
[-] flipping her hair
[-] cussing

Activities: She's especially fond of the back roads of Kennington, and can often be found car racing against friends through the massive acreage for kicks and the occasional bet money, much to the farmers' dismay. That, along with shopping and practice on the school's soccer team make up most of her hobbies.

General Personality:

mischievous
[mis-chuh-vuhs]
–adjective 1. maliciously or playfully annoying
Domino's only objective in life is really to just have a little fun, so you would imagine she'd be a playful character. She's literally a child at heart, and almost anything can amuse her to no end. Quite the prankster, she'll do anything to get a laugh, thus putting her on the bad side of the law many a time. The sheriff knows her name and her car by heart, and has busted her a countless number of times for trivial little matters such as a broken curfew or speeding. Surprisingly, she never seems to get caught for the big stuff; mostly because she's rather experienced in the art of evading the local cops. She exudes trouble that can prove irresistible to many, and although she isn't the town's little perfect Mary Jane, no one can deny that she's just a joyful person looking for a good time.

fickle
[fik-uhl]
–adjective 1. likely to change, esp. due to caprice, irresolution, or instability; casually changeable
Every one of Domino's friends know she is about as stable as the weather; she constantly changes, jumping from emotion to emotion, and even being around her can be a roller coaster ride many do not want to take. Diagnosed with ADHD and obsessive compulsive disorder, Domino is quite the physiological mix up. When off her meds, she can often have so many things bouncing around in her head at one time, she can't process anything new and will have to take a moment to clear her head. Unorderly or dirty things annoy her to no end, so don't be surprised if you invite her over and 30 seconds into your house she's tidying things up. She's rather touchy, and will flatten your hair randomly with her hands if one strand happens to come out of place. When setting the table, every fork and knife has to be precisely spaced, so it often a frustrating experience.

vulgar
[vuh-lah-gar]
–adjective 1. obscene, lacking of good taste; lewd
No one ever said Domino was the most elegant or sophisticated person in Kennington; in fact, she's far from it. She owns a mouth that'll make a sailor gasp, and when angered, she'll use it. She has an astonishingly large vocabulary, if you know what I mean, and that's not exactly a good thing. Brutally honest, she'll tell you whats on her mind even in the worst situations, and won't exactly care if you hate her for it. Her response, most likely, will be along the lines of "get over it and move on with your life."

impetuous
[em-pet-too-us]
–adjective 1. of, pertaining to, or characterized by sudden or rash action, emotion, etc.; impulsive
Domino has definitely made some bad decisions in her lifetime, all a product of her spontaneous personality. She rarely ever thinks about her actions before they are committed, and as a result Dom has been pinned by many adults as a troublesome wild child with a long history of disobeying orders and getting neck-deep trouble. What can she say? It's one of her hobbies.

manipulative
[muh-nip-yuh-leyt-tiv]
–adjective 1. to manage or influence skillfully, esp. in an unfair manner
With a sense of humor that gets her in trouble and a smile that gets her right back out, Domino is the queen of manipulation and sucking up. She's had many past encounters, and her knowledge of human emotions has grown exponentially. She's able to pick up on clues and use them to her advantage, and can often get what she wants with remarkable ease. Whether she's using her talents on her mother, figures of authority, or just her current boyfriend, she's very skilled at molding someone's will around her wants.

stubborn
[stah-born]
–adjective 1. fixed or set in purpose or opinion; resolute
No one can budge Domino when she's set on one opinion. No one. She doesn't exactly know from where on the family tree her relentlessness comes or if it's a good thing or not. When she knows she's right, then she's right, and there isn't alot that anyone can say about it. Peer pressure was never an issue for her, mostly because she does what she does on her own accord, without any help from friend or foe. That doesn't exactly make what she does okay, per say, but the fact still remains that Domino is unceasingly independent. This being said, she doesn't take shit from anyone, whether it's a kid, a cop, or a teacher. Don't get me wrong, she rarely ever gets physical in any situation unless properly provoked, considering she prefers to use her wit to fire out insults that'll make the most tenacious person break down.

Background

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Birthplace: Los Angeles, California
Financial Status: Average/low class
Parents:

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Name: John Lewis
Occupation: History teacher
Other:Died at the age of 42 as a result of a massive heart attack. Domino was 16.


Name: Carol Gespel
Age: 37
Occupation: Business executive
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Siblings:

Name: Jayden Lewis
Age: 21
Occupation: Overseas serving in Iraq

Pets: N/A
Transportation:

Inherited from her late father, Dom's 1965 Ford Mustang Shelby Fastback is the one keepsake from him. She loves it with all her heart, not only as a nice car, but as a token of her father's lost love. Although a bit dusty, the car can still wup most of Kennington's competitors with ease in a race, which is one of Domino's most adored hobbies. With more and more wealthy aristocrats leaking into Kennington, though, the competition is starting to get newer and more advanced, making the chances of winning for Domino slimmer as time goes by. That certainly won't stop her from her favorite hobby, of course.
History:

the beauty is the beast }
The history of Domino Lewis isn't exciting.
It isn't dramatic, far fetched, impressive, or anything of the sort. She's not a secret double agent who works for the CIA and fights crime with a secret identity. She's not incredibly rich. She's just her, and that's perfectly fine for most. How she was created is a story of deception, lies, and greed, but then again, what isn't these days? Anyways, there was a time when a young woman, exquisitely lovely and fresh out of college, met a man many years older than she. As seductive as she was mysterious, he fell for her within the first few meetings. However, this woman was subtly crafty, and her true intentions were masked by sugared smiles and candy coated words. She had something other than love on her mind; the man had come from a wealthy family, and had, in turn, accumulated a very decent amount of the finances himself.
This was the beginning of the charade in which became Carol Gespel's life, and John Lewis didn't suspect a thing.

crying is a rather appropriate way to enter the world }
On June 3rd, 1991, a screeching baby Domino was welcomed into the corrupt and violent hell we call Earth, 4 years after her older brother Jayden. Born at an unhealthily scant weight, she was immediately moved into a clear incubator to stabilize her vital signs; unbeknown to her, she had had her first experience with technology just minutes out of the womb. She often jokes that this was the reason she's so fast at texting, although it rarely gets a laugh out of anyone. Then came the business of naming her, a milestone both anticipated and feared by the parents. They argued relentlessly, though both agreed they wanted something that was fun and unique, a name that would not be easily forgotten. A thoughtful silence was shattered when Jayden happened to make a wrong move whilst playing with dominoes, causing them to topple to the floor, and so an idea was sparked and the child was named. Following a very successful recovery, Domino joined her family to begin her life in the Lewis household.

emergency rooms as daycares, doctors as nannies }
"Mommy, why is Daddy so sick?"
"Well, his heart isn't quite strong enough for his body."
"Why doesn't it just exercise then?"
"It's just not as simple at that. I wish it were."
Domino never did leave for very long. Every few months of the proceeding years of Domino's life was spent with her father as he checked in and out of the hospital due to heart complications. Her mother, on the other hand, was not as consistent with her visits as young Domino was. As a result, Carol would make trips to the hospital, dropping her daughter off (after picking up some flowers or such when Domino insisted) and bringing her back home later. Jayden would accompany her too, of course, but he was a very active boy who preferred to be outside. Her earliest memories were sitting in those horrifically sterile white rooms, perhaps watching television with her father or creating pictures for him with her old crayon set. She remembers him lovingly taping each and every one so that he could see them clearly while she was away. He would often have spells in which he felt healthy enough to leave for long periods of time, and would not return for a couple of years. That was when she was happiest; when everyone would be together as a whole family, and each time she would swear to herself that she would never let them be separated again.
Swearing never does work, does it?

now on with the normality, ladies and gentlemen }
Excluding her rather unhealthy familiarization with the local hospital, Domino led a very normal life. As she grew into a very pretty teenager, things began to change, as they inevitably do. Jayden left for the army, supposedly sick of the same town and craving adventure. He once even said that Kennington was like a stale piece of gum, and it was time he spit it out. That was when she learned to drive, on her thirteenth birthday, her father in the passenger seat poised and ready to take over the wheel if she showed the slightest bit of hesitation. From then the simple task of controlling a vehicle exploded into a full on love, and going fast developed into a kind of drug for her, producing the high that far surpassed any illegal substance. She began to embrace her more wild side; she developed a kind of talent for turning heads, and along with the attention came the want for more. With the help of her cheery and fun personality, she became a favorite among adults and peers alike. She became rather popular at her school, and could always seem to perk someone up at the right time, seeming to constantly be there when you most needed it. She befriended many in those 'golden years', and nothing has really been the same since then.

all things good must end sometime, so why not with a bang }
She can recall very clearly that day. What she was wearing, what mood she was in, what she said to her father for the last time. She remembers the teacher being interrupted in the middle of a lecture by the phone ringing, and the annoyance on his face as he went to answer the shrill call. She remembers his expression change like a chameleon's skin at what the person on the other end of the line was saying. She remembers his eyes dart to her immediately, then dart back as if he was caught staring and was ashamed. His voice cracked when he called her out into the hall, and she had stifled a laugh. She had thought she was in trouble at first, which was nothing new, but the empathetic look on his tired face changed her theory. And, finally, she recalls that a half a second before he opened his mouth she knew what this was about. She let his words roll over her like a violent and terrible wave. Everything became clear, and she froze. She has been frozen ever since.

Miscellaneous

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RP Sample:

if your stomach is weak
then our job here is done
oh, a cinderella story
minus the fairytale ending

Ah, academics. There was no other feeling then that of having useless information stuffed down your ear passages and into your brain by some prehistoric witch of a teacher with, apparently, an unusual disease that limits her ability to open her right eye. This, of course, would attract the attention of any run of the mill teenage boy, and currently, Cody Harris was having a decent amount of trouble trying to conceal a fit of boisterous laughs that threatened to slip past his tightly bound lips. Just watching her sputter about the yard spurred chuckles from friends of his that had gathered on the outer rim of the courtyard; the term friends, however, was loosely applied, for Cody never really settled for a single social class. This was apparent in the way he distanced himself from them, although he still managed to involve himself in their loud, riotous 'circle'. The boys themselves had a generous amount of concrete separating them from the cluster of students gathered in the center of the courtyard; this just heightened the apparent contrast of the group of guys in comparison to the rest of the teens who idly sat around the small enclosed space. Cody's friends had a certain I-don't-give-a-shit look about them that he had long grown accustomed to, and in time had even altered his uniform to create the aura of carelessness that surrounded many of his peers. Their common black ties were loosely fitted upon their necks, the knots reaching about mid-point on their torsos. Their white cotton shirts were carelessly buttoned and wrinkled, collars flitting in the breeze. Surely none of them had heard of hair gel in their life, for their varying colored locks were free to travel as the wind directed them. Of course, the prestigious J.B. Wells would never allow an unnatural hair color to marr is impeccable reputation as one of the most flawless academies in the Hampton's, so the teachers made it exceedingly difficult to get away with any kind of irregularly dyed hair. Though despite countless stern reprimands in the halls by various figures of power in the school, the typical 'bad boys' didn't blink an eye, and Cody was sure that was the way it would remain.

And so he found himself here, staring at the dinosaur as she vainly attempted to rein in the class.

Even with the horrific distraction that stood before him, Cody could not help but notice the serenity of the flawless afternoon. The wind held the light perfume of the coming rain, though the sky held no such promise of precipitation. The clear sapphire canvas above retained not a single wisp of clouding vapor, leaving the sun to smile down upon the mingling students.. Shadows danced on the warm concrete, a product of the songbirds that circled above. The slowly cooling October breeze sighed against his face, and threaded through his auburn hair. He could just barely detect the whisper of the trees beyond the stone walls of his prison, and at that moment the only place he wanted to be was outside of J.B. Wells. Anywhere. Anywhere but here. He could be in the middle of the f**king desert and he wouldn't care. A pained frown slowly overshadowed his dying grin as realization dawned itself upon his otherwise intelligent young mind; he still had another forty minutes of this class, forced to listen to the grating, inhuman screech that was his teacher's voice. Amusement never occupied him for too long before it quickly dissipated into boredom-- one of the many negatives traits of Cody's unendingly quirky personality.

A sharp whistle shattered the dull hum of talking students, causing Cody to glance up quickly, catching the eye of Adam, a playful senior with a loud and humorous demeanor, much like Cody himself. This is probably why they had grown so close during the last months; various pranks and such had gotten the pair in so much trouble, they had begun to be recognized as some of the most rebellious in the school.
Which, in J.B. Wells, wasn't really saying much.

Cody had known him since the summer, and had grown fairly close as the school year kicked up. Adam was turned to him, his eyes mischievous as he nudged Cody. "Helena Buechamp. Damn, she's hot." He just smiled, nodded, and stole a glance toward the golden-locked young lady sitting a few yards away. His green eyes were almost apologetic, and he gave a small nod and a smile to acknowledge her presence before going back to... well, to being bored as f**k.

Stern viridian eyes gazed at nothing in particular, scanning the courtyard and quite pointedly ignoring his vociferous companions. He had long before acknowledged the loss of that poor lady's keys, and had, of course, shared the customary high-fives and laughs and such before settling back down and dispersing to talk to friends further off. The pathetic excuse for a woman would more than likely loss her job for this, and, quite satisfied, he leaned back against the stone molding of a small statue.

High school life was turning out to be remarkably... tolerable.

Activity Level: Hopefully every day, but it's kinda hard for me. I'll be on as much as possible.


Oh, finally, what is king of all that is cheese? CHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEE ITZZZZZZZZZ.[/size]