Post by DOMINIC LEIJON on Feb 20, 2013 1:19:22 GMT -5
...Dominic Ezra Leijon*
*It is a wise father that knows his own child. _William Shakespeare*
[/size]*It is a wise father that knows his own child. _William Shakespeare*
...basics*
name...[/b][/size] Dominic Ezra Leijon.
nickname...[/b][/size]
Momma calls me Dom or Dommy. Dominic Ezra if I'm bad. (will be called Buddy by Frankie quite often)
age...[/b][/size]
5
gender...[/b][/size]
Boy.
grade...[/b][/size]
Kindergarten.
occupation...[/b][/size]
Uh. Child.
hometown...[/b][/size]
Springfield, Illinois.
sexuality...[/b][/size]
... I'm five.
personification...[/b][/size]
The Cat from The Fox and the Cat from Aesop's Fables.
status...[/b][/size]
Dormant.
face claim...[/b][/size]
Asa Butterfield when he was a bit younger.[/blockquote]
...appearance*
physical...[/b][/size]
Dominic would probably be noticed first and for most by his eyes. If his Mother had a nickle for every time she heard someone comment on how blue his eyes were, his college tuition would be paid for by this point. Standing at 3 feet 11 inches, Dominic is a bit tall for his age, but is a lanky boy. This becomes exaggerated when he's picked up, as he has a habit of 'noodling' instead of clinging on to whoever is carrying him. Of course, he's a bit old to be carried at this point. Unlike his Mother- who has pretty brown hair- Dominic has black hair which is kept tidy and cut by his fastidious Mother. His skin is pale, though it's mostly optional, as he's not very keen on out door activities. A huge defining trait that Dom has is his presence. He is the gravest and most pragmatic five year old in the history of existence. As Jennie would explain, he is far more likely to announce when something is funny than to actually laugh.
clothing style...[/b][/size]
The best thing about being five is that he doesn't have to pick out his clothes. The worst thing about being five is you really have to wear whatever your Mother picks out. It's not that he really has a problem with what she picks- her job entitles her to big name brands, so Dom is often dressed like a fashionable young man rather than thrown in a spongebob tee shirt and tatty jeans. It's that she'll d'aww and coo about her 'little man' and it really does get to be a bit exasperating.
defining traits...[/b][/size]
Dominic has a very penetrating stare, and you're bound to hear the word why come from him.[/blockquote]
...personal info*
personality...[/b][/size]
Dominic is a very strange boy. In fact, he tends to unnerve people, and it could very well be speculated that he knows this and takes full advantage of it. His bright, blue, unblinking, blank eyes will burrow right into the side of your head if you endure them long enough. And he's got the patience to do it. He really must be rather the riddle to his Mother, who has more than once walked into his room- amidst mountains of toys purchased to try and figure out what he liked- to find him sitting on the floor with a blank expression on his face. And what is his response when asked what he's doing, he simply replies 'Sitting. Thinking.' His a moody, contemplative, and protective thing. He also has a habit of sneaking, enjoying watching people from a bit of a distance instead of doing all of that socializing with them. It isn't that he's shy or introverted. He's not. At all. He just think grown ups are more honest when they don't know kids are listening, and eavesdropping is logical. You hear all the most interesting words when eavesdropping.
Not that he's completely without childhood fancies. He has an immense love for video games and electronics. One of his favourite things to do on the subway is to try and figure out what his Mother's phone password is. He loves first person shooters, and though his Mother tries to confiscate the ones his Saba (Grandfather) sends him, he'll find them and argue his case. Zombies are among the list of his favourite targets. And things really. Another exasperation for Jennie to deal with is his almost callous enjoyment of old Zombie movies. He's crazy about salty foods and scorns most sweets- with the exception of raspberry zingers which he will happily eat until he throws up. Though not prone to tantrums- he was never much of a crier- he will argue and absolutely hates being wrong. He's a little perfectionist just like his Momma.
Speaking of which, he loves his Mother. As she's been the primary caregiver for his entire life, he has an intense devotion to her. For all his eye rolls and pulling away from snuggles, he's a Momma's Boy completely through and through and- in his opinion- the only man his Mother needs. Suitors need not apply. And, well, he's five. When he has nightmares he'll run to her bed (though assuring her that he was worried SHE might be having a nightmare), and when he's sleepy he'll drift off in her lap and nuzzle against her tummy. His age probably shows most when he's ill, as he reveals a love of being read to. His favourite book is Harry Potter and it has been read to him precisely sixteen and a half times.
life until now...[/b][/size]
I don't remember when I was born, but I know my Dad wasn't there. But that's okay, because we didn't need him anyhow. Momma says that I was a scary baby because I didn't really cry when my butt had crap in it or when I was hungry or even when I was tired. She says I'd flail around angrily until she figured it out and so she started letting me sleep in her bed so she could watch me at night.
I could use the toilet before I could talk, but Momma says that's not really impressive because I didn't say nothin- I didn't say ANYTHING until I was three. Because I took so long she took me to lots of doctors to check my ears and throat, but they said nothing was wrong and that I could make sounds which means it was possible I could. It was when she was watching me with some matching animals to alphabet letters game- which I was doing real good- that she figured out I could talk, I just didn't want to. She says I'm too smart for my own good, which doesn't make any sense cause I don't think you can be too smart.
I did start to talk though. I had to, I think, because Momma started working more and more as I got bigger. She needed help and because she didn't want to live with Saba, I had to be the man and help take care of her. Sometimes she works really late, but lets me sleep on the couch when she does, and we watch baseball. I make her coffee in the morning because I always wake up first. And sometimes she falls asleep before me because she hasn't slept for two days, and I put a blanket on her. And she takes care of me and makes sure to help me with my homework every night no matter how much work she has. We didn't need no stupid Dad anyhow.
Nobody really seems to like to talk about that. If my Dad gets mentioned Saba gets real quiet and his angry vein pops up on his head. I've only asked twice, but Mom looked sad so I told her it was okay. The second time she told me that I should know at least somethings. She says that they had gotten a divorce- which means they stopped living together- and that he had been getting sick before but got really bad when she wasn't there no more. Any more. And that she had decided it was better for everyone if she didn't bother him and then everyone could be happy.
Like I said, we don't need him anyway. We don't need no one.
Any one.
the present...[/b][/size]
Momma got a job in New York City, so we had to leave Springfield. I didn't really want to leave Saba, but he said that if we go than Safta- that's my Grandma- doesn't have a reason not to let him go to the deli even though he has the gout. I'm not sure what the gout is, but it makes Safta and Momma get real irritated with him. But I went. The air plane was cool except the flight attendants kept saying how cute I was. I really hate when people do that. And then we went and saw a bunch of New York stuff. I really think the Statue of Liberty lady is kinda ugly. Central Park wasn't that interesting, but I really really like Grand Central Station.
Then Momma started going to work and she kept meeting guys who were models. A model is a person people think are really pretty and they pose for pictures in peoples clothes and get over paid. They're also really terrible people, at least the boy ones. Momma says most are girls, but I haven't met very many. Anyway, I've chased away three models and two photo-groffers and then one guy who sells coffee and brought me a stupid G.I. Joe because he liked to play with dolls when he was a kid. I wasn't buying any of their crap though because they didn't want me. They wanted Momma and she's taken. I like going to her office more than I like going to my babysitter.
Besides that I go to the Shining Apples Kindergarten, which is a dumb name and my teacher smells like glue and doesn't think Zombies are appropriate things to draw at free draw. I told her that it shouldn't be called free draw then and I was put in time out for talking back. I didn't care because recess is dumb and the swings are always taken anyway.
other notes...[/b][/size]
He's cuute. [/blockquote]
...literature*
title...
The Fox and the Cat by Aesop
backstory...
A Fox was boasting to a Cat of its clever devices for escaping its enemies. "I have a whole bag of tricks," he said, "which contains a hundred ways of escaping my enemies."
"I have only one," said the Cat; "but I can generally manage with that." Just at that moment they heard the cry of a pack of hounds coming towards them, and the Cat immediately scampered up a tree and hid herself in the boughs. "This is my plan," said the Cat. "What are you going to do?" The Fox thought first of one way, then of another, and while he was debating the hounds came nearer and nearer, and at last the Fox in his confusion was caught up by the hounds and soon killed by the huntsmen. Miss Puss, who had been looking on, said:
"Better one safe way than a hundred on which you cannot reckon."
...the roleplayer*
tell us about you...[/b][/size]
I am Miss Molly and all my role playing dreams concerning the Vulpini's are starting to come true. #endlesshappyweeps [/blockquote]
...writing*
writing sample...[/b][/size] Hannah Vulpini was not a morning person.
There really wasn't any two ways about it. Especially on her days off, she was the type to relish sleeping in, to say 'Good Morning' at one in the afternoon. Yet, today, she couldn't sleep in. She woke up at eight in the a.m., staring at the clock like it had just committed treason against her country, and rolled around in bed for the next hour and a half, attempting to rekindle the urge to sleep. But it was a no go. There was something in the air, like a tingle hanging over head before a big storm. Damn these animal senses, it was probably an overdue bill coming in the mail or something. Spidey Senses sucked, why the hell didn't Peter Parker become a hermit in the fucking Catskills?
Rolling out of bed, Hannah didn't make any effort in altering her appearance. Even if Joel hadn't of told her he was going to spend the morning job hunting, she wouldn't have bothered. The lack of trousers wouldn't mean anything to hum, because as his sister, she was as anatomically correct as a Barbie Doll. She wore a baggy Mickey Mouse tee shirt that her little frame swam in, the shoulders damn near her elbows, and the hem brushing against her thighs low enough to cover her Cookie Monster cheekies. The monkey beanie on top of her head was a creation she had finished last night and had been wearing to stretch out a bit, before falling asleep. Underneath, her long, dark, hair swished messily down her back, yet to be tamed by a comb. Her make up was smudged and slept in around her tired eyes, and her blue nail polish was chipped and ready for a new coat. The only effort she had decided to make this morning was the fluffy blue slippers on her feet, and that was only because her floors were cold as balls in Antarctica during this time of year.
Settled in the couch with a much needed cup of coffee and a bowl of fruit loops, Hannah flipped through the channels lazily, eyes almost glazed over. She wasn't looking for something to change her life, just something to take her mind off from how balls early this was in the morning. Finally landing on Nickelodeon, she settled with Dora the Explorer.
God, Children's programming was bright. If she ever bred (an idea that made her go lolno), she wouldn't let them watch this stuff. She'd seen kids at the mall freak out over this. Dora was basically a nickname for crack to the little ankle biters. The more she watched, the more she saw why. As she chewed her sugary cereal, her foot bounced to the songs, and her eyes flickered across the colours. And oh shit! Swiper the fox was there just to fuck up their day! "Fuck you Swiper! You don't even want that umbrel- LOOK! You just threw it! Jeez, you're an asshole! Boots, make yourself fucking useful and throw some damn feces..." A knock at the door interrupted her rants. Three knocks, in fact. Hard, and solid. Ominous, like a cop. She'd have paid more attention to the nervous clutch in her gut had she not been so distracted by the antics of a television show made for four year old's. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming."
Crossing her apartment, Hannah's eyes stayed on the tv as long as she could get away with before looking at the locks on her door. Three were thick dead bolts, because she was a safety girl. She had seen Law and Order, and it's various spin offs. She knew what happened in New York. Unclicking those, she kept her chain on, wondering who was bothering her at this hour in the morning.
It was not the who she was expecting at all.
He blue eyes widened as they met near identical ones through the door. Frankie? HOW THE FUCK DID FRANKIE FIND HER? With a squeak, she slammed the door, much as she had done to Jolly. Unlike Jolly, she didn't reopen it, instead leaning against the door, wondering if she could still pretend not to be home at this point. [/blockquote]
