Dominic Alvarez | Kitsune

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✧ Daring - Mischievous 
✧ Selfless - Loyal - Honest
✧ Excellent Team Player

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Somewhat Socially Awkward
✦ Impressionable to Unknown Matters
✦ Not Yet Matured

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Parents: Lisa and Carlos Alvarez
Siblings: N/A
Other Family:
Important Others: Zera Winters & Sadie Watson
History:
Dominic's history isn't fairly long. It starts several months after his 10th birthday when he came home to a Hunter Raid. Apparently, there had been word that Kitsune were inhabiting the area and Hunters, as they often do, went to investigate the situation. This investigation came with struggle and that had soon lead to the deaths of Lisa and Carlos Alvarez. Their fresh blood pooled in unison around their bodies and onto Dominic's clean white sneakers. The child clutched onto his backpack as he realized these strangers, these Hunters that loomed over his parents bodies, were going to be his end.

He stood in horror as one of them ripped the knife from Lisa's chest and slowly took several steps forward. The Hunter knew that Dominic would be a painful but significantly easy kill as the child shook in his shadow. Dominic didn't understand what they had done wrong. His parents were kind people who worked hard for the little money they received. To him, they were unflawed and lovely people who loved him as richly as the deep and dark stain accumulating against the wood floors. For several seconds the child questioned if his parents death had been his fault. If, perhaps, he had said his "please" and "thank yous" more often that they'd still be alive. Every simple childish sin he'd committed were now in question and shamed as the scene starts to unfold. It had only been the raspy words of his still-live father that shook him into reality. "Run."

Many years has passed since that day and he can still hear his father's demand. In fact, he hasn't stopped fulfilling his words. You can even say that running is second nature to Dominic. He lived savagely on the streets and learned quickly that life isn't as pretty as the Disney likes to show. It is dirtier, stinkier, cruel, un-loving, and more gruesome than any ole TV show can portray. Oh and the loneliness. No TV show or book could capture the pain of being truly young and alone. Having to find comfort in the shadows--sometimes your own. There are times Dominic has found true and loyal friendship but his fathers words still echo in his mind. "Run." Soon enough those friendships become nothing but a past memory, like watching people pass by from the inside of the train. For him, it's all the same. Just a single moment.

His loneliness came to an abrupt stop when he discovered others. Others like himself. Sure, he's met plenty of other creatures before but there was something about this group that had grasped him. They're runners. Just like him. He followed them around in secret for a long time and had been eventually caught in the act. Dominic begged to join them fearing that the opportunity to become part of a community had been a "now or never" situation. Of course, being as young as he is, the group was hesitant but they allowed him in. Since then he's never left their side. For him this group, this pack, is now his home. It had been the equivalent of returning to the house in the slums and scrubbing those blood stained floors. In a way, washing the past of difference behind him but this time with the help of a few others.




Alias: Ezra
How did you find us?: Previous Board
Experience: Several Years
Other Characters: Ezra Griffith, Lucas Rhodes, Cassidy Berkeley, Hermes, Aphrodite, Lucy Grey, Hamaliel, Jeremiah & Jordan Dalton, and Crystal McKnight
RP Sample: 
Every night had provided the same horrible reminder of something still forgotten. Like a discrete note highlighted in a neon yellow paper reading "Remember to do the thing," and no matter how much you comb your mind...you can't seem to remember what "the thing" is in the first place. Every night painted vivid pictures in reds and oranges with an echo of pain ringing through his ears. He could still see the woman become consumed by fire with the smell of burning flesh singeing against the flames.

No matter how many times Ezra had this dream he woke up, screaming and covered in a cold sweat. Emotions driven by an overwhelming sense of anger, and soon bridged to hate, lasted past his waking point and lingered until his heart rate slowed. Though his eyes remain open he could still see every fragment of this woman--as if she had escaped his dream and crossed into reality. Tears betray Ezra as fire starts to consume her. She turns to face him and reaches a hand out in his direction as she screams her pleas "EZRA NO!"

Softly, he sobs in his bed and lets the moisture cloud his vision from her. Every morning he questions why she haunts him and every morning he never gets a response. Ezra felt that he had done something wrong and hateful to this woman in a past long forgotten. "If only," he whispers to himself "-If only I knew what she wanted and what I did wrong."





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