GRIMM, dominick lorenzo

[Dominick Lorenzo Grimm]

I go by (your alias), and my time zone is (put down your time zone). I found this site by (tell us how you found this site). You can contact me (by what? MSN, AIM, PM?).

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Dominick Lorenzo Grimm.

AGE:

233 years old, but is 40 - just looks younger; yay genetics.

GENDER:

Male.

SEXUALITY:

Straight.

SPECIES:

Vampire.

NATIONALITY:

Italian, mostly.

OCCUPATION:

Mercenary & Bouncer.

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

I have a strong, sharp jawline, as with any proud Grimm. My eyes are of a brown-blue mixture, like that of a beach. So depending on the lighting, my eyes can seem either light brown, or blue. Sadly, my eyes do not change color. My hair is a dark brown, like rich chocolate. Skin is the average peach, though due to lack of sunlight, might be a little pale; I haven't really checked nor cared. I stand at six foot one, and I weigh in at around, ehhh, I would say probably at one-ninety pounds, maybe a little bit more. I haven't weighted myself in forever and nor do I care. I stand firm, strong, and perfect like any Grimm.

CELEB CLAIM:

MALARKEY, michael

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

Dominick’s personality is… Sharp, keen, mysterious yet can be bluntly honest. He tends to keep some things to himself and not speak of it while other things can be labeled as “too much information”; which he usually opens up and speaks when he has his eyes locked on prey. Drinking from someone who is frightened gives the blood a more sweet taste after all. Anyway, the man is goal-orientated. He may not talk much of his job or boast about it, but he proudly does what he can to get the job done one-hundred percent. Like an animal, the man is highly and heavily guarding his family. He knows to give them space, but he watches from afar; away from their detection, and if they need assistance he will not hesitate to jump in. The man can be cruel, just like his son Enzo, but unlike his son, Dominick shows mercy and gives second chances with moderation. If it is one thing he refuses to be, it’s a monster like his son.

LIKES:

Blood. The smell of fear. His dog. The Italian language and culture. His children – well, most of them. Moving around – he likes seeing new cultures and cities. His heightened senses. The stars bright at night. Candles. Playing with his food. Being top boss.

DISLIKES:

Not being able to see his reflection in anything. Garlic. Holy grounds and holy water. Being kicked where the sun doesn’t shine. Killing someone (feeding wise). Cats. Rice. Hiding who he is – but does it anyways for he knows better. Liberals and Democrats. Hunters.

SECRETS:

He’s older than what he looks. His species. The fact that he is a grandfather.

FEARS:

Turning someone. Killing someone while feeding. Losing his children (maybe grandchildren, too). Not finding his next Sophia (wife, not grandchild xD). Not being human ever again.

DREAMS:

To be human and to die… For his whole vampire family to do so… So he can have children, watch them grow, age and die happily with a legacy of pride behind.

STRENGTHS:

Sneaky. Dominate. Charming. Strength itself. Adaptive. Protective.

WEAKNESSES:

Stubborn. Loses control. Doesn’t get attached well. Doesn’t show more positive emotions. Can’t help but to play with his food.

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

I was born in Italy. Where exactly, well, that isn't any of your concern. I was an only child and thus, I was disciplined extremely. I had to be perfect. I had to be the eldest to carry on my fathers legacy and be the second man in the household to help out. I was a Grimm, and therefore, I had to be powerful and withhold respect and pride. Probably what was carried down through my son, Enzo... It's sad, really, but I'll get to him in a moment here.

Anyways, born in Italy. Only child. Mother and father together. Oh yeah, I was born in 1781. I know... I look ten years younger, don't I? You can thank genetics for that. I'm like the medieval Will Smith. Anyways... At a very young age, I was educated well. Being from a prideful family though not exceedingly rich but rich enough to provide somewhat of the best for their offspring, I had great education. You can call my family middle to upper class. Which I was the heir, and it was up to me to bring them to the upper class. So, I had things not handed to be; I had to work for them, and hard, I might ad. My life was strict... And thus, I was tensed a lot growing up. Even more so to a beautiful woman... Named Sophia...

She was the rising sun and setting moon. She was the Earth under my feet and the fire in my heart. The water that hydrated me and the light that guided me. Yes, understand I had a major crush on her when I was sent to an academy at fourteen. An academy to educate rich folk like me. Though I was the poorest one there, but my stance and discipline made me seem like I was their level or higher. However, her attention was on another man named Gestoff Di'Vlanzo... Whom I immediately grew to despise. He was.... I was envious of him and hated him. That was all you need to know. So what did I do? Device a way to steal her back to my gaze; so she notices me.

My grades slacked a bit, but my rebellious demeanor that I started to grow seemed to get her attention towards me, but in a negative way. I was annoying to her. However that didn't stop me. So being rebellious didn't work, so I tried another one... Being comforting about it and doing 'sweet' things to get her attention. She noticed it but seemed to like Gestoff more. I despised the man further. I became more aggressive, though more mentally wishing I could seek revenge. However, when Gestoff didn't get what he wanted from her, all my pent up anger towards him showed itself and I attacked him. I would have gotten expelled and dishonor would have fell upon my family's name, but Sophia told them what had happened. He was using force and I stepped in. However, she still didn't like me. It took me for about a year to show her that I was more than I appeared... And finally she gave me a chance.

For a year... Literally around few years, I was eighteen at the time, our dating took a turn to another level – we were engaged; and I got everyone's blessing for it. I was a harsh character, but I had discipline, a lot of respect, and though I seemed cold, I was extremely nice but no means a push-over. Her family liked my stance on things; how evenly balanced my personality was. I was a lover and a fighter. The pen and the sword were my weapons.

We were wed the same year. The wedding was small as it only included our close family, but it was in the biggest church there was. However... She had problems and so did I in terms of becoming parents. For months we tried but nothing happened... Until one day when I seriously gave up hope. She was pregnant... And five months too. Oddly she didn't show but the doctors said she was. A month later I even felt them move. Yes, them. Twins... Unless the child had five limbs, then shoot.

When I was eighteen, my son and daughter, twins, were born. Enzo and Khloe. Khloe was calm and quiet while my son screamed and raged on for attention. I thought I was going to be like my parents but I gave into temptation and spoiled the children alongside Sophia. She never saw this side of me... This... Extreme fatherly side. She loved it a bit too much and a year later, another daughter was brought to the world – Naomi. We thought we were done having kids for apparently with as much together time we had after the kids were born, she never got pregnant again...

Five years later though, or was it six, Ezra and Aaliyah, another pair of twins, were brought to the world. I was a happy father... I continued to work with stained-glass windows and other glass items as well as educating the youth at the church. Years and years, I finally stopped my glass-making job and became a professor; a scholar if you will – that was when I started to slip back into my old rash and strict habits. However I did still do glass as a hobby, but I closed down my shop. It was when my eldest son, Enzo, was of age, did he propose to a woman and soon was married. I was even more proud of my son... I thought I couldn't be prouder but I was corrected when he gave birth to twins... Much like his father before him.

Their names were Nicolai and Sophia... I do not know why he didn't name one after me but his mother, however I didn't question. They were beautiful and I was proud. Even when the children were born, we had out monthly dinners at my domain. Everyone had to attend else disgrace would be upon them. And they knew it, too! For years the family dinner went onward... Until one day where Enzo was absent...

Though when he returned... My world turned black. It was alla blur to me, but my son came home as a Monster! He attacked my sons and daughters, my family... Even me. The pain I felt in my nexk was nothing compared to the pain deep inside my heart. I witnessed my children die, some run away never to be seen again, and some turned into monsters like he was... And my wife... My wife as well.... But she killed herself... And I could only watch within the shadows as she didn't even scream, but cried tears of sorrow before turning to ash...

That day my whole world changed. My son was a Monster and I was... His fledgling. His own father was below him. We butt heads way too much but however, I came out on top. He would still respect me even despise at what I am now because of him. I kept an eye out on my son for years; watching as he grew in the darkness and evolved; adapted, lived like no other despise him being dead and cold. One day, I witnessed the turning of my own grandchildren, however I didn't stop it. In my eyes my son was lost. I scared him, but I could not change him. So I did not intervene. He will learn in time on the mistakes he has done.

Fifty years passed and I was unemployed - becoming a thief in the night and taking what I sought should be mine... I came close to siring a woman, but I dared not. I will not become a Monster like my son. Another fifty years passed, and I in that time, had become a modeled citizen. Might not be the best nor friendliest, but I was establishing myself properly like a normal person would be... Until one day my life of trying to be normal and having an honest job changed. Someone sought to kill me; another vampire. He was sent by hunters. Of course, me being a little older with strength and experience under my belt, I defeated him; killed him with my own bare hands. However, this whole thing got me a little excited... The thought of over-powering others. It was then that I started to seek out people... And soon found them.

A mercenary. It was something I had become in the 1900's when I went over to America - following my son and staying close by without being seen. If he stepped out of line I want to be there, or if he was in danger, I want to be there. Money - I lived for it, but I was not full-on greedy. To hide this side of me, I got a normal job... Well, it might not be normal to some, but it was still a job, despite it being a little off for a man like me. However, I did not care. I became a bouncer at a nightclub, actually protecting people. Psh.

Needless to say, I soon settled in Essex, New Jersey, still following my son and watching over him in the shadows. I believe he knows I’m following him, but for now I will remain unseen.

FAMILY LIFE:

Sophia – 40, wide, dead
Enzo – 22, son, alive
Naomi – 21, daughter, dead
Aaliyah – 16, daughter, dead
Ezra – 16, son, dead
Sophia – 22, granddaughter, alive
Nicolai – 22, grandson, alive
Cooper – 21, grandson, alive
Arcangelo (“archangel”) – 2, male mutt dog

OTHER:

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