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The Cursed Heart (Foxfire and Cal)

Yeah. Dominic's mother was a officer in the army while his father was a knighted officer.

The Cursed Heart (Foxfire and Cal)

Sure depending on who they known the Ibanez family is a sort of knightly family important but not well know. If that makes sense.

The Cursed Heart (Foxfire and Cal)

Dominic was sitting facing the bars with his back against the cold metal wall. "Good morning captain" he says with a mocking tip of an imagery hat and a smile " A fine day for it is it not?" He asks "It seems I have misplaced the directions to my first class cabin...your crew was most rude when I ask directions" he says sarcastically as he stands up to his full six feet three inches and stretches some. "I have no desire to prolong the inevitable and tell me what you will do to me." He says barely containing his anger as he glares from under his main of black hair at the female captain"do as you will and do it if you must... I have no stomach for games." He muttered as he sat down again. "Make my failure complete. And let my ancestors know the Ibanez family is no more."

The Cursed Heart (Foxfire and Cal)

Family vendetta to sum it up.

The Cursed Heart (Foxfire and Cal)

While he succeeded in making it to the armory and locking himself within, Dominic found himself face to face with three crew members. Two had been playing cards while one was taking stock the armory contents.
"Well...Hello?" He says as the three suddenly charge at him "Git em lads" one of the men said as they tackled Dominic. A brief fist fight ensures, ending with one of the men knocked out cold and the other two beaten up but victorious. Quickly the two unlock the door and call for help.

Dominic awoke quickly two of the crew tossing him in a prison cell "bloody stowaways... How do thems keep gittin onboard?" He asks before leaving.

The Cursed Heart (Foxfire and Cal)

I'm glad to be home. =D

The Cursed Heart (Foxfire and Cal)

Boop

The Cursed Heart (Foxfire and Cal)

Dominic Ibanez sat silently in the cargo hold as the ship leaves port .his long unkept black hair covered his unshaven face and fierce green eyes. His muscular frame covered in tattoos and tattered remains of work cloths "soon...very soon" he mutters in a deep voice that only barely kept the rage he felt in check. "Soon Marisol...I will make them pay for what they did to you." He muttered as he looked down at a dinged and beat locket with a small painting of a woman. Suddenly he hears the scampering of metallic legs "saints..." He mutters as a mechanical spider stumbles upon him before scampering off. Quickly he stuffs the locket in one of his pants pockets before rushing off to try and find a better place to hide. 'of course the crew has machines... I should have known that they would.' he thought as he made his way to the upper floors towards the armory, ensuring he avoids as many human crew members as he can. He knew what may happen to him if he is caught, who would gain his revenge if he were killed or imprisoned again.

Blood in the Moonlight (Caliban x AutumnFrost)

Artyom had never been one for Royalty, reasoning always alluded him when people defended their various Kings and queens 'I rule cause my parent ruled or some decree said so...better men and women have died in service of these rulers' he thought grimly as he walked through the market. Like most in his trade, very few people if any noticed him. Artyom was a cuthroat, a spy, assassin and rouge that worked for whoever had the most coin to give. Slowly Artyom weaved through the crowds of people, his bright green eyes scanned the people as they passed by him. The town was alive with gossip, some saying the queen was dead, that her captain of the guard was to blame. Artyom smiled slightly at the fact 'Seems someone took the contract' several days prior Artyom was approached by a young woman approached him one night while he drank at the 'last stop' with a contract.
"The queen must die and the knife left...in return my employer is willing to pay you more then you could ever use in two life times." She said as she put a dagger on the table.
He had turned down the job, the woman had given him a bad feeling, besides he knew the owner of the dagger, not personally but by reputation. The guard captain was an honour bound woman, he knew the sting of being a scape goat... He knew she didn't deserve what awaited her. He had to help her, if not for the fact he hated powerful people using others for their own goals.

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