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Basic Info| Name: | Domino Harvey |
|---|---|
| Location: | New York |
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 | angel_of_fire@livejournal.com |
BioMy name is Domino Harvey. I am a bounty hunter.
Choco was my best friend. He's always fancied me, but too shy to ever do anything about it.
Ed Moseby, the most legendary bounty hunter in all of Los Angeles. He was boss, my mentor, the father I never had.
Time to start at the beginning. I've never killed anyone. I hope to never kill anyone,
even if they deserve it. My agenda is to kick ass and secure the bounty. If I'm on this side of the law,
I can live the low life and avoid jail. I can live the nasty and not do time for it. That's called the best of both worlds. As for that other world, that world, it's not for me.
My real father was an actor.
He died when I was a little girl.
When I was a little girl, my father told me that if you weren't careful, you could lose everything you've ever earned in life in a split second.
You have to know when to cash out.
After Dad passed on, my mum's agenda was to hit the town and find another husband with a boatload of cash. She decided to sock me and my goldfish Sammy away in boarding school.
A week later, sammy died.
It was a pivotal moment in my life.
I decided to never invest too much emotion in one thing.
It's always a set-up to the pain of losing them.
God created me in His image. I guess he had a thing for models. Like most models, I was bored with life. I hated everything and everyone.
If you think America is dirtbag central, clearly you've never been to the sleaze nation of our Queen Mother.
Mum was determined to move us to Beverly Hills. That damn show started it all. She remarried to a man named Mark Waldman. He invested in a restaurant called the Hard Rock Cafe. I tried Beverly Hills High for a spell, but it didn't work out.
I hated them. I hated them all.
College was even worse. Mum convinced me to join a sorority. It was all fun and games at first. Then the hazing started. This is fucking disgusting!
A week later, I was expelled.
In the end, it all came down to fate...
An LA Weekly advert strewn across the ground.
I've been training since I was. Knives, guns, throwing stars. You name it, I can fight with it.
I'm a hard worker. I'm a hard worker. I'm fast to learn, and nothing scares me.
I'm not afraid to die.
Why would a... delicate little thing like me want to be a goddamn bounty hunter?
I want to have a little fun.
Disclaimer: I am not, nor do I own the character Domino Harvey, nor am I the lovely Miss Knightly. I am just borrowing them
Choco was my best friend. He's always fancied me, but too shy to ever do anything about it.
Ed Moseby, the most legendary bounty hunter in all of Los Angeles. He was boss, my mentor, the father I never had.
Time to start at the beginning. I've never killed anyone. I hope to never kill anyone,
even if they deserve it. My agenda is to kick ass and secure the bounty. If I'm on this side of the law,
I can live the low life and avoid jail. I can live the nasty and not do time for it. That's called the best of both worlds. As for that other world, that world, it's not for me.
My real father was an actor.
He died when I was a little girl.
When I was a little girl, my father told me that if you weren't careful, you could lose everything you've ever earned in life in a split second.
You have to know when to cash out.
After Dad passed on, my mum's agenda was to hit the town and find another husband with a boatload of cash. She decided to sock me and my goldfish Sammy away in boarding school.
A week later, sammy died.
It was a pivotal moment in my life.
I decided to never invest too much emotion in one thing.
It's always a set-up to the pain of losing them.
God created me in His image. I guess he had a thing for models. Like most models, I was bored with life. I hated everything and everyone.
If you think America is dirtbag central, clearly you've never been to the sleaze nation of our Queen Mother.
Mum was determined to move us to Beverly Hills. That damn show started it all. She remarried to a man named Mark Waldman. He invested in a restaurant called the Hard Rock Cafe. I tried Beverly Hills High for a spell, but it didn't work out.
I hated them. I hated them all.
College was even worse. Mum convinced me to join a sorority. It was all fun and games at first. Then the hazing started. This is fucking disgusting!
A week later, I was expelled.
In the end, it all came down to fate...
An LA Weekly advert strewn across the ground.
I've been training since I was. Knives, guns, throwing stars. You name it, I can fight with it.
I'm a hard worker. I'm a hard worker. I'm fast to learn, and nothing scares me.
I'm not afraid to die.
Why would a... delicate little thing like me want to be a goddamn bounty hunter?
I want to have a little fun.
Disclaimer: I am not, nor do I own the character Domino Harvey, nor am I the lovely Miss Knightly. I am just borrowing them
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