[ There's nothing particularly unique about Aric Dominija. A tycoon and secretly throwing money towards the causes he sees fits (mostly whatever pro-enhanced human organization currently caught his fancy). He's an observer, though, not particularly getting involved directly.
Most of his time if not spent in his office is spent in bars heavily drinking with his cell phone glued to his hand and watching the screen. He's more than likely to run into someone drunk and curse under his breath before mumbling an insincere: ] Sorry
B. Back to Reality (oops there goes gravity)
[ It all felt real, the business tycoon, the rather alcoholic whims and the knowledge of an empty penthouse to return to but as a shot of whiskey goes down his throat with a subtle burn it all suddenly snaps into place. All the memories are rushing back in an unwanted flood and he coughs and nearly chokes on what remained of the shot.
The bartender gives him a look and Aric holds up a hand and shakes his head because someone talking to him is the least of what he wants at the moment.
After taking a moment to recollect himself, he grips his daemon firmer though the form is strange and not what he's become used to -- Alized wouldn't normally fit in his hand and he finds he misses the comfort of it's actual form despite it all.
But he makes quick haste to get out of the bar and it's back to the original mission of being here.
He's not inclined to interact with anyone but if someone needs help he probably wouldn't leave them hanging -- with a few exceptions perhaps. ]
C. Wildcard
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Aric Dominija | OTA
[ There's nothing particularly unique about Aric Dominija. A tycoon and secretly throwing money towards the causes he sees fits (mostly whatever pro-enhanced human organization currently caught his fancy). He's an observer, though, not particularly getting involved directly.
Most of his time if not spent in his office is spent in bars heavily drinking with his cell phone glued to his hand and watching the screen. He's more than likely to run into someone drunk and curse under his breath before mumbling an insincere: ] Sorry
B. Back to Reality (oops there goes gravity)
[ It all felt real, the business tycoon, the rather alcoholic whims and the knowledge of an empty penthouse to return to but as a shot of whiskey goes down his throat with a subtle burn it all suddenly snaps into place. All the memories are rushing back in an unwanted flood and he coughs and nearly chokes on what remained of the shot.
The bartender gives him a look and Aric holds up a hand and shakes his head because someone talking to him is the least of what he wants at the moment.
After taking a moment to recollect himself, he grips his daemon firmer though the form is strange and not what he's become used to -- Alized wouldn't normally fit in his hand and he finds he misses the comfort of it's actual form despite it all.
But he makes quick haste to get out of the bar and it's back to the original mission of being here.
He's not inclined to interact with anyone but if someone needs help he probably wouldn't leave them hanging -- with a few exceptions perhaps. ]
C. Wildcard
[ Hit me up with whatever. Feel free to PM this journal or PP