Father Domenic Sozio (known in some dark corners as 'Skidmark' and in some dark alleys as 'Sister Mary Sunshine')Age:
Heterosexual (Vow of Celibacy) Prison has made him mildly homophobicCharacter Type:
- Vampire Lore: As a Vampire Hunter, Domenic knows the weaknesses of vampire, ways of treating the wound they inflict and how to help their victims break the cycle of abuse. He knows how to detect and how to resist their influence. He knows how to fight them and how to kill them but more importantly, he knows how to tell the good from the bad. The former he will help. The latter learn to fear him.
- Religion:Domenic has studies more than just Catholicism. He is obviously most familiar with his own religion and can perform ceremonies ranging from marriages to baptisms to funerals and exorcisms. He knows a considerable amount about other faiths, not just those of Abrahamic origin but as far ranging as Buddhism, Paganism and Hinduism. He's well versed in the theory, if not the practice of Voodoo.
- Prison Survival: Domenic knows how to survive in prison, whether it be through the crafting of makeshift weapons, hiding small objects on his body or by jury rigging equipment to do things they weren't originally supposed to do. Stealing cars got him in, sleight of hand, a mechanical aptitude and innate toughness got him through.
Domenic is young and stays clean-shaven. He relies on his youthful looks to get people to underestimate him. It is rare to see him out of his clerical garb; if he is he's usually intending to get dirty in some way, whether it is crawling around under a vehicle or wading through the swamps looking for lost souls. His black hair is kept short and neat and his blue eyes reflect that he's seen far more than he should have, if he drops his guard enough to allow that to be seen. FACECLAIM: Colin O’DonoghuePersonality:
Domenic is quiet, a people watcher. He can be quite vocal about things he feels strongly about and he will go down swinging in any sort of dispute, whether it is an actual fist fight, a battle with a vampire of the fight to keep a recovering addict on the straight and narrow. He's been there and done that and has no problems letting people know about his past.
His vow of celibacy occasionally gives him trouble but he bears up bravely. He can be seduced but it would take time and effort and he would feel horribly guilty about having broken the vow. He is a firm believer in second chances but he also holds to the saying about making a fool of him twice. He considers himself a priest first and a vampire hunter second.Backstory:
I think the easiest place to start is the beginning, so we will go back to my childhood. When I was twelve, I was molested by a Catholic priest. It made me turn my back on God, which was a mistake. That mistake caused the death of two of my best friends, and those deaths led to my rebirth, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I was pushed away from God.
To fill the void left by my loss of faith, I turned to drugs and sex, crime and violence. And speed. Speed was the biggest factor, as if by going fast I could outrun myself. What I outran was my luck.
There were three of us in the car. We had been drinking, and smoking up the way we usually did. We were typical examples of disaffected youth. The car was stolen, hotwired by Gino Vespucci. There wasn't a car he couldn't steal, or a woman he couldn't seduce. He hung with me because I was the only one he knew that had no limits. Set fire to the homeless? I've done it. Rape? Sure, why not? It happened to me, why shouldn't I share the wealth?
He let me drive, because he knew that I could handle the car. After all, I was the one they called Skidmark, because I left them on the road, and in the underwear of first time passengers. The other guy in the car was Angel. If it was a drug, he knew who sold it. His real name was Angelo, but he was the man with the keys to heaven, so we called him Angel.
After cruising around for most of the night, higher than a kite and drunker than skunks, we attracted the attention of the police. Hey, I was Skidmark. Do you really think I stopped?
I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, I was just trying to outrun them. Piece of advice. Never try to outrun anyone with a radio. It won't happen. Can you say roadblock?
I'm not sure where the accident occured. I know it was on a road at the top of a long steep hill, with trees at the bottom. I know, because when the car flipped, it rolled down the hill, and came to rest against one of the trees.
Angel wasn't wearing his seatbelt, and he'd fallen out a window. At least most of him had. His legs were still in the car, but I'm not sure where the rest of him was.
Gino was still in the car. We were both pretty battered. I broke seventeen bones. They didn't bother counting Gino's breaks. He was alive when we hit the bottom. He didn't stay that way for long. A vampire got to us before the police did. He killed Gino, sucking the blood out of him as we hung there, upside down like pieces of meat in a butcher shop window. Gino had been knocked out by the crash. He was the easier victim, but I knew I was next.
Do you know what that vampire did to me? He made me pray. He made me pray to the God that had let me be molested. I mean, he didn't force me to pray, as if I was supposed to beg God for my life, before he eat me. I started doing it voluntarily. I made all sorts of crazy promises, if God would only spare me. And the son of a bitch actually did it.
Cops aren't trained to fight vampires. They do carry shotguns, and a lot of them wear crosses and sometimes carry holy water. They killed that vampire, but two of them died doing it. Two good, honest men died to save a small, petty street punk. Do you know how that makes me feel? Guess.
When I got out of the hospital bed, I confessed. Not to the police, but, for the first time in six years, to a priest. Then I went to the police. I was already under arrest for car theft and resisting arrest and a few other minor crimes, but I told them everything I had done. They couldn't find proof of the major stuff, so I only ended up doing ten years in prison.
During those ten years, I studied to become a priest. It was one of the promises I made to God. Two good men died to save my miserable life, so I decided that maybe I should make something out of myself. God owns my life now. The first priest I confessed to and the prison chaplin reminded me that not all priests are corrupt, and between them, they restored my faith, and inspired me to follow in their footsteps. I was ordained six months after my release. I also have a Bachelor's degree in Theology, acquired through mail order studies.
I became a vampire hunter. As a convicted felon, I can't carry anything that would hurt a person. My arsenal looks like a nine year old's birthday wish list. The difference is, my supersoaker is made of aluminum, titanium and silver. It holds two and a half liters of holy water, costs more than a good used car, and has a range of about fifty feet, twenty if I'm using it as a scattergun. To a person, it's water. To the undead, it's bottled sunshine. It's why some vampires call me 'Sister Mary Sunshine'. They mean it as an insult. I take it to mean that I frighten them.
I also have a pair of wrist launchers that even Spiderman would envy. They don't hold much, and the range isn't great, but if there's a vampire in my face, he's going to lose his. They empty in about five seconds, but I can spray a vampire from head to toe with enough holy water to give him a taste of what awaits him when he heads for Hell, like he was supposed to in the first place. What I do isn't murder. How can you kill something that is already dead?
I wear a white collar and a blessed cross. Under the collar is a fine mesh of steel links, each one individually blessed. I wear a felt pad underneath it, so it doesn't chafe.
I run a street mission, in the poor section of town. There is a soup kitchen, dormitories, and yes, a chapel. I've gave my life to God, as I hung upside down in a wrecked stolen car, with a vampire staring me in the face. He gave it back to me.Character Ons & Offs
Sexual Ons: Technically none, although attractive dark haired women can make thinking hard for him. Domenic prefers the sound of sex to the sight of it, so porn doesn't do much for him unless it's on in the next room. He finds accents to be quite stimulating as well. Overall he's fairly vanilla but has far more sexual experience than most expect a priest to have.
Sexual Offs:Obvious displays of genitals (what you think you see is more alluring than what you can see), obvious attempts at seduction.