MILLER, Jacqueline

[Dominique Miller]

Jacqueline Dominique Miller

Full Name: Jacqueline Dominique Miller
Preferred Nickname/Alias: Dom; Dommy; Jackie only if you want a scowl.
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Sexual Orientation: She plays.
Member Group: Civilian; for now
Canon or Original: Original

The girl was blessed in the looks department, for sure. Dominique comes from an Italian-French background, her dark hair is credited to her father while the rest of her looks came from her french mother. Her eyes, light blue, are the first feature anyone notices. They are soft as if to reflect her inner nature but they can become frigid in a matter of seconds if she were to be crossed. Her biggest insecurity is her nose as she feels the bridge she inherited from her father causes her to be flawed. Her lips are full and usually coated in a great layer of chapstick as she chews at her bottom lip while nervous.

She stands at a mere 5'4, slender build. Though she is small, she is toned and very athletic due to her years in college volleyball. Her hair is usually pulled back in a ponytail and Dom is normally seen wearing her scrubs. She likes the simple look, jeans and a regular shirt. She always appears calm, a small smile on her face.

Face Claim: Megan Fox

Likes:

• Cooking
  
• Her job
  
• Running
  
• Reading
  
• Coffee
  
• Working under pressure
  
• Competition
  
• Helping others
  
• Learning new things
  
• Christmas

Dislikes:

• Cold weather
  
• Alcohol
  
• Sweating
  
• Arrogance
  
• Drunks
  
• Religious debates
  
• Valentine's Day
  
• Shopping
  
• Long lines
  
• Desperation

Strengths:

• Intelligent
  
• Trained in First Aid and life saving!
  
• Quick on feet
  
• Memory
  
• Languages-- or so she thinks

Weaknesses:

• Chicken
  
• Taco Bell
  
• Human; Capable of death and all other bad things
  
• Drive-in movies
  
• Is as strong as any other normal girl

Fears:

• Death
  
• Having no children

Secrets:

• Slept with a professor while in college, to pass a class or to not pass a class that is the question.
  
• Had a miscarriage almost a year ago, is ashamed.

Habits and Quirks:

• Dom chews her bottom lip when nervous
  
• She cleans everything when she's angry.

Overall Personality:

Dominique grew up as a somewhat normal girl in a middle-class home. She was nurtured and somewhat spoiled but she was always grateful. Her parents taught her everything she knows now about life and how to function in it. She was given chores, and other tasks, that she completed with ease due to her drive to please her parents. That need continued through adolescence and her teen years. During her high school years, Dominique dated an abuser briefly. She went through the alienation, the need to be wanted, to be loved. She always wanted the approval of others as she felt she never got the approval of her parents.

After her parent's deaths, Dominique knew her current attitude, her lifesytle, wasn't healthy. She put herself in therapy and began schooling when she was just eighteen. She didn't need her parents anymore and she wanted to prove that to herself and to them despite their six feet under situation. She met a man whom she once again started unhealthy life habits. She started smoking, drinking, random drugs. Due to her lifestyle, she lost the child she was unknowingly carrying. She hasn't told anyone and as far as she is concerned no one will know. It's a secret she'll carry to the grave, the burden of shame and guilt is hers to bear.

Family:

• Miller, Esmee Melaina- Mother; Deceased
  
• Falcone, Carmine- Father; Deceased

Overall History:

Dominique Miller was born somewhere, she doesn't know quite where. She was adopted by her mother's latest husband, Roman Miller, who proved the best man to enter her life. Her real father, Carmine Falcone, ran off not too long after he impregnated her mother. She was raised with manners, proper etiquette when others are acting without class, she was trained to do everything so she could receive their praises. Part of her childhood, Dom felt that maybe there was something wrong with her that made her real father leave. She knew he didn't want her so she made sure that Roman and Esmee didn't want to leave her either.

From an early age, the young girl took it upon herself to push herself. She wanted the approval of everyone so she made sure she was the one in the attention. Never bad press, she always had a wide smile going. She had to be this way so she wouldn't be alone. She never attended public school, her mother was a school teacher that elected to focus on her daughter's studies. Monday through Friday, Dominique sat in her dining room against the wooden desk as she would read and take notes, study, and complete all her work. She had to make her parents proud.

She took up volunteering at the town hospital, just making beds and reading to the old people. Her presence gave them something to smile at. Their own grandchildren were off playing sports, hanging out with their friends while Dominique gave her own time to make them smile. She remembered all their names as she knew it would hurt her feelings if she forgot someone elses. She met a boy there during what was her junior year of 'high school'. It was a disaster from the start. He was visiting his alcoholic grandfather for the purpose of stealing a little bit of money so that he could do his own bad habits. Dominique bumped into him in the hallway and melted.

For the next year, Dominique was taken advantage of. She would sneak the boy in at night so they could be together and he would threaten to leave if she didn't comply to his every whim and need. He saw her good nature and her need to be loved and took it from there. She attempted to leave and ended up with a black eye. Her father practically ran the boy out of town as the court granted an out of county protection order so that he was unable to lawfully enter the town. Her family had some connections to the right people in the law.

A few weeks after her eighteenth birthday, her parents disappeared. She had been at the movies with her friends when they returned home to an empty house. Their possessions were still there but no parents. Dominique was distraught, she was absolutely beside herself. She felt as if she once again made those she so desperately clung to run far away. At the suggestion of her friends, Dommy put herself into therapy. All through her years in college and even currently, she spends her time writing what she feels and speaking with a counselor. But she didn't let her mental state get her down. She used their disappearnce as a way to make herself better. To show she was worth a shit. She currently works as a registered nurse in the ICU at the local hospital.

A little more than a year ago, Dominique met a bad, bad man. Tall, dark, handsome, and manipulative. She took up smoking, drinking, and quite a drug habit. It turned out she was pregnant when she tried cocaine the first time which resulted in a miscarriage. Taking it as a sign, the nurse left the man early on to pick up the pieces of her life that she destroyed in a matter of months. She has currently sworn off men as of now.

Member Title: That's not enough, girl.

Roleplaying Sample:

Goodbye to sleep,

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I think this staying up is exactly what I need[/color]
We'll take apart your head[/color]
Take apart the counting, and the flock it has bred[/color]

“Buffy…I’ll be sure to remember that name as for what I’m doing here well I came to New York for the sole purpose of hunting down the worst sort of predator.”

So he was on her side? Buffy's attention raised all the more. Against the headstone, she shifted. Her arms folded across her chest, the black cardigan felt soft and warm against she skin. In Heaven, she wore no clothing. She was merely a fixture of light. No pain, no fear, no doubt. Brought out of Hell, she had to go back to clothing. The sensation wasn't missed nor was the thought process she had to deal with now. All the world has gotten more complicated and she is the one to bear it all-- again. She was tired, so tired, sometimes to wake up and place her feet on the floor. To go through life, to pick up where things left off-- she felt more and more alienated every day. She didn't do it on purpose, it was natural human emotions. It's been years, yes, but when you're in Heaven... how do you really get over that fully?

Buffy cleared her throat as she softly asked, "What are you after? What got you into this?"

“I knew a slayer…three to be exact but only one had the same unique fighting style that you exhibited, her name was Nikki Wood and like you she was very spirited. It's as if that moment everything froze within her head. That name, Nikki Wood, Buffy was more than familiar with that particular name. She knew the New York Slayer's one and only child, Robin Wood. They met while in Sunnydale, he was the school principal. They went on one date and he ended up with Faith. That was fine with her, he was more a business partner where she was concerned. But he was an excellent fighter, a skilled Slayer-Boy... man. She also, funny enough, attempted to kill him in efforts to show how much she'd do for a high school boy named R.J.--long story behind that one. It had been a while since she last saw him but she hoped there were all good things his way-- he helped her save the world and shut the Sunnydale Hellmouth. She'll be forever grateful.[/color]

" She also had her share of fear and doubt Nikki was also very cautious when I first met her she was neck deep in vampires and I rushed in to lend a hand, in the heat of battle though I thought she was going to stake me. As it happened a vampire was standing directly behind me and at the last minute she told me to duck my would be attacker was nothing but a pile of ash after she threw her stake at him, after we dispatched the last of them she asked me who I was and if her watcher had sent me. I told her that I was just passing through and saw that she might need a hand, she said that I didn’t look that tough and that I should probably stay home and leave the fighting to the experts. After we parted ways I doubled back a followed her just to be sure that she had a safe walk back to her apartment, the next day I had a nice little chat with her watcher Crowley he told me that her training regimen was not going as well as he would like so he asked if I could keep an eye on her while she was on the hunt.”[/i]

"... And you told him 'No, you didn't look that tough and you should probably stay home, and leave the fighting to the experts?'" She asked with a cheerful tone, her interest held.

“For many nights I was her shadow every once in a while I would step in to take care of the vampires she couldn’t kill on her own, but for the most part she could hold her own. Sorry for waxing nostalgic I know I had a point to make that went along with this story and it is far from over but for the sake of time I’ll just get to it. The moral of this portion of the story is to take whatever help you can get make as many friends as you do enemies and keep them close. Of course I know that this may be a lesson your Watcher may have taught you early on, but still the best advice is always the most important.” [/color]

It had always been that the Slayer was to carry the secret with her everywhere. One girl in all the world, she had to fight the monsters alone. The Watcher's Counsel frowned upon Buffy's inner circle within her high school years. In a sense she had betrayed what had been taught for generations upon generations. A Slayer and her Watcher were all they had, a team. They relied upon each other as in ways she was the weapon and he was the wielder. She reluctantly accepted her role in the universe but she wasn't the type of person to do it alone. Those around you make you stronger. Willow, Xander, Giles, Dawn, and even Spike made her tough as nails back in Sunnydale, they still do their job in keeping her grounded. Her friends make her happy, she loves him. Enemies, she had and has plenty of those. But she doesn't like to give them the time of day in her mind. No longer did she dwell upon how to kill things but how to be happy in life. How to be happy with those around her. This world can't be all bad.

"Have you met Nikki's son, Robin, by chance? Helped save the world," She raised her shoulders quickly as if it wasn't a big deal. In a way, Buffy had no care for the world. She came back from Heaven with a selfish type attitude. Her trip to Heaven and her rip out to be back here in this Hell wasn't something she wanted. They didn't know but how could they think she would have her soul damned? No matter what she still loves them. But now she's a bit more in tuned of what she wanted to do.

"So... you're old." Quick and to the point. She's very intelligent and since he mentioned he knew not only Nikki Wood from the seventies but he knew two other Slayers as well. It's not that they live thousands of years, oh no, Slayers are still people and can easily be killed. A Slayer usually dies before or around her 21st birthday. Buffy has nine additional years to the typical life span due to her loved ones. "I can't get a sense of what you are. Despite our chit chat, I'm the Slayer and you are... something. I've been known for steering off course as far as slay this, not slay that, and frankly-- I'm tired of giving out the 'get out of jail free' card. Are we going to fight or are you going to come clean so I don't stake you or behead you... please?" Mikael knowing Nikki Wood put him at a higher advantage of not being staked, beheaded, or killed right away. She would give him that courtesy.

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status: Complete and waiting [:[/color]
tag: Mikael[/color]
lyrics:Deguasser Brand New[/color]
clothes: clothes here[/color]
notes: anything else?[/color]
credit: template is made by xxdawnxx from caution. Other credits.[/color][/center]
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Player Name: Dommy Dearest
Player Age: 23
[app]Years Roleplaying: About 8-9, on and off.
[app]Where You Found Us: Devi.
[app]Other Characters: None.
[app]Favorite Supernatural Episode: My Blood Valentine
[app]Favorite Supernatural Character: Uriel [/app]

[Devi B.]