Zero 00 - Dom Lindbergh

AHHH I'LL FINISH THE ARTS SOON, I SWEAR.

....Also, I'll put him in some more clothes soon. He's not a manwhore, promise! XD




Name: Dominik Alexander Lindbergh
D.O.B: 24.07
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4"
Occupation: Pseudo-Chairman of the Lindbergh company, specialised in the manufacture and exportation of motorcycles and parts.
Zone: 1
Demonic Weapon: Parasitic : Morning star
- The weapon is usually carried strapped to his back, attaching itself there for easy drawing and resealing. That’s not to say it’s not ridiculously heavy, though. It is.
- An oversized morning star is its natural form, but it can shift into a large shield, complete with spikes for a defensive approach.
- Both forms are heavy and cumbersome, which leaves him highly open to ranged or agility attacks.
- The morning star form packs one hell of a punch, so whilst he may be inaccurate and slow, if he gets a hit in then the consequences can be devastating.


Personality: -Logical -Pragmatic -Protective -Selfish -Prideful -Liar -Responsible -Moody -Cautious -Easily distracted/bored -Merciless when provoked -A deep down softie -Touchy feely with his bro
As the older, stronger twin, Dom is often the voice of reason for the duo. He tries his hardest to be mature and responsible, and sometimes his own personality is lost as he strives to be the perfect role model. Below the cool exterior is a fiery, angry young man that's consumed with frustration and bitterness. So just the usual, then.


History: The Lindbergh family originally hailed from Sweden, having moved over when their father was just a child. The fortune they were so familiar with was originally built up by their grandfather whom was a heavy investor in motor vehicle trade. By the time the twins were born, the business’ success had multiplied exponentially, and the children knew wealth without knowing the blood and sweat put into developing such success. In short, they were spoilt brats.

Dom was first born, the stronger child from the moment he entered the world, whereas Seth was fated always to be the weaker. From a young age, the younger twin was stricken with illness that often left him confined to bed. The fickle state of his twins health left Dom in a constant state of agitation, the thought of being left alone was incomprehensible even at such a young age. As far as he was concerned, they were the same person in two bodies, and to lose Seth was to lose himself. It just didn’t compute.

Seth continued to pull through, however, and when they came of school age, Dom adamantly refused to leave him in order to attend school without him. Homeschooling became their education, and a nanny was employed in order to keep the pair in check. Staying at home was torture for Dom in particular, who was naturally more active and energetic, and so the two grew ever more mischievous in their attempts to keep the boredom at bay. The boys grew to enjoy simple pranks and misbehaviour despite the consequences their troublemaking got them into. The nanny was a strict, old fashioned woman who took no lollygagging on her watch, so whist Seth often felt the lash of her sharp tongue, it was Dom who would take the physical punishments on behalf of them both. No young child likes to be reprimanded, and these two were no exception. What made them different, however, was that while a normal child might scream and throw a tantrum and sulk until dinner, the twins decided that she was no good, and it was up to them to punish her in return.

It was a day like any other when the woman met her end at the hand of the two innocent children. A simple game of hide and seek left her locked inside the walk in freezer in the basement, the lock mechanism long since broken from the inside. Her demands to be set free were met only with giggles and the promise that they would indeed do so, once she’d counted to a million. Even before she’d gotten to a hundred, both twins had already wandered off, forgetting their guardian as they sought out other fun. It wasn’t until the next day that she was discovered, and by then it was far too late. She lost the game.

Dom and Seth were gleeful, to say the least, which was hugely disturbing for their parents. They expressed no regret, only a pure fascination at having ended the life of a human being. And such it was that they were forced to see a psychiatrist, who diagnosed them with ADHD and a morbid obsession with death, possibly stemming from early exposure to it, or even triggered by Seth’s own health problems. The boys liked seeing the shrink even less than their nanny, but were forced to play along. It took them until the age of eight to convince everyone that they were mentally stable and no longer in need of such tight supervision.

And it took them only five months before the next incident occurred. Yet they had learned at least one lesson; that subtly was the key. Their father had rewarded them for completing therapy sessions by introducing the boys to hunting, a family tradition, and it was safe to say that the morbidly obsessed kids found the activity to their liking. A few months down the line and one of the beaters that accompanied them on their trips met his end by a shot gone wild. An accident, they claimed. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time, they said.

When it came to firearms, Seth’s eye for accuracy set him apart from his brother, and Dom found himself to be the mediocre twin for the first time. Their father noticed the role reversal, and helped to encourage Dom to try out more active sports, pushing him to be more independent instead of leading his brother around by the hand all day. The boy pushed down his newfound jealousy and complied, convinced that if he could do the things that Seth couldn’t, then because they were practically the same person, it would be as if Seth were doing it too! He was living for him!

Their grandfather sadly passed away one night after reading to the twins, and due to his old age, no one thought to check for suffocation. He looked so peaceful, it must have been a painless passing. They knew better, but they kept their smiles to themselves.

It wasn’t until the age of ten that the parents finally caught them red handed. All it took was a simple push and their cousin feel head over heels down the unforgiving staircase, laying in a spreading pool of red at their parents feet. The looks on the twins faces as they stared at the their mother and father made it clear that psychiatric help had never worked, probably never would. If they sent them to an institute their name would be ruined. They made the decision to hide their children’s demonic behaviour, all the while begging them please to stop, to think about what they were doing. More than ever did they spoil the children, but their gifts and – were hardly appreciated. Surprisingly, they did appear to grow attached to a St. Bernard puppy, naming it Cujo and allowing the furred creature to become a third to their duo. Despite all this, Dom and Seth saw their parent’s weakness and made no other observation other than their weakness was highly beneficial for them.

And so it was that they grew into their teens. But as puberty came and went, Dom began to outgrow his twin. He’d always been stronger, healthier, but now his height and build were far outmatching Seth’s, and it became obvious that each twin took more after their different parent’s features. Dom had the rugged angles of his father, whilst the younger brother took after his mothers softer qualities. Gone were the days when they would be mistaken for each other. Seth’s health was gradually improving with age, and so he got a job in modelling at sixteen, his lithe form and pretty face earning him work from the get go. Dom had been introduced to the family company, their parents still desperately hoping that gradual separation of the boys would solve their homicidal habits. It worked, to an extent. He matured from an aggressive and hot headed young child into a calm young man with a great measure of control. Once in a while his temper would break through his calm exterior, but more often than not did he keep himself at bay, especially when Seth could not. Dom became more sociable, getting more involved in the company and his hobbies outside of Seth. Yet despite it all, he always returned to his other half, no matter what the day held. Should he call, he would drop everything and see to his brother without hesitation. But it wouldn’t always be so.

Years of psychological torment and shame had finally won over their mother and father, and when the boys turned eighteen, they found themselves orphaned when the parents took their own lives. Being of legal age, everything fell to them, and no tears were shed for the people that had birthed and raised them. Dom’s place within the company was assured, but whilst he technically owned the entire corporation, he was too young and far too inexperienced to take the reins. It would be a few years before he gained any sort of power, nonetheless but that did little to affect their monetary position. The boys sold their estate in zone 4 in favour of buying a condo in zone 1, tired of living in seclusion. As antisocial as they could be, it was closer to Seth’s work, and all the snazzy, nice things a rich bachelor could dream of. The world was their oyster.

But trouble in paradise was brewing, and it was largely due to the growing rift between the brothers. Being closer to the centre of the city, and putting more into his work, Dom found his social life growing beyond Seth’s, and barely seemed to notice the resentment this spurned in his younger brother. Things finally came to a crescendo when he brought home a girlfriend to meet him, a regret he carries to this day. For the first time, Seth killed without Dom at his side, and Dom retaliated by brutally disposing of their dog, bitterly convinced that if Seth was so adamant that they wouldn’t let anyone come between them, then no one, not even their beloved childhood pet, would be allowed in their life. It would just be them. Forever. Alone.




Likes:
- Seth
- Rockabilly music
- Collecting and working on motorcycles
- Motocross
- Healthy, balanced diets
- Time spent with his brother
- Horror movies
- Coffee
- Keeping fit and buff and machooo GRAR


Dislikes:
- Trashy food
- Having nothing to do/boredom
- Change
- Threats
- Insults and harm befalling his brother (...Obviously.)
- Rom-coms
- Being forced into situations
- Being taken advantage of


Other Facts: - Bites his nails
- Also used to suck his thumb until he was 9.
- Can speak Swedish, German and French fluently (Trained in order to deal with the company communications in Europe).
- Decent cook and housekeeper - The housewife of the two
- In his zero form, his Mohawk is made of FIRE. Not that it does any damage. It keeps his head warm.
- They retain a fondness for games of all sorts from their childhood, having often spent so much time twisting them into darker, morbid efforts to get people hurt.