Dominar Thunderstriker's page

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"I knew it! Freaking subterfuge. Gross. Looks like we've got ourselves some vengeance on the docket."

Day Job (Bodyguard): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

"Don't have to tell me twice!" Dominar smiles as he levels his swing at the thug in Red:

ATK: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 1 = 15 for DMG: 1d3 + 4 + 1d3 ⇒ (3) + 4 + (3) = 10 Entropy: 1/4

"I'm pretty sure it's all insured by AbadarCorp!"
Dominar, despite his quip, immediately runs over to try and stop the nearest vandal.

He goes as fast as he can, but his dwarven stride isn't exactly "bounding."

Double Move, 2 Entropy Points.

"and STAY DOWN"

I apologize, map is correct. I'll make sure to call it out.

"Say hello to my whack'em stick!" Dominar snarls from behind his shield. He skirts around to her other side swinging for Omen's lead knee with his entropically charged baton. KAC v. any AoO is 18.

ATK: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14 for DMG if hit: 1d3 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Dominar takes no time to respond, moving as quickly as he can. He charges forth with a massive warcry:

ATK: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12, but it's an off-balance attack DMG just in case: 1d3 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Did Dominar Miss?

"Oi!" It's the only thing to come out of Dominar's mouth, but it comes with the force of a kiai. He rushes forward and slams his shield into the man in red, ATK: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15for DMG: 1d3 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Dominar snarls, biting har don his cigar as he rushes forwarxd. Double Move, +1 Entropy Point.

Dominar, not one for skulking, stays WAY back, but keeps his eyes focused in case this is more than a conversation.

Dominar has a vision of handling the press, but decides that it should stay in his imagination. Instead he does his level best, "Official statement? That's not me, but lemme tell yah, given the craziness of the galaxy, I'm here to say that we take security very seriously. The safety of not only our agents, but anyone who needs it is paramount. I'm Dominar Thunderstriker and I approve this message."

Profession (Bodyguard): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Feeling a bit out of his element, Dominar takes a tack to help out his fellow dwarf, [b]"Aye... Look here and here. I think you're right!"

Aid via Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Opting for a simple suit, a deep indigo with a cravat the color of a twinkling star, Dominar also opts to pull his mane back into a pony tail.

Dominar approaches Jeletal. There is power in story, and there are plenty of stories to share. "Greetings. If it's not too non sequitur to the evening, I'd like to hear more about Talavet. I've questions of cosmological outlook if you're so inclined..."

Mysticism?: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Perception (Aid: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17 "Normally I'm a material guy, but I can see the benefit for the artistic eye. Here, check this idea out..."

Domainar is truly weirded out by a culture not liking angles and lines, "but... but... the cleavage in stone... he mutters.

Jewelry is more to his liking, so Dominar heads there to check out what they've been working on.

"I'm Dominar Thunderstriker of the Thunderstriker clan. I ain't much for museums, but I do like looking at the displays.... just don't ask me to read all the little things."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 "Look here I.... a FRELL." Mid attempt at a forceful appeal to pathos, the cigar finally drops into Dominar's hands, where he catches it, and then quickly... too quickly... sticks it back into his mouth, first hitting his wide dwarven nostril with it.

A dwarf, chewing on the butt of a cigar like it's beef jerky nods before laughing. It's astonishing that the cigar doesn't fall as he speaks, "Ha! Nothing wrong with some heavy lifting. Name's Dominar. Dominar Thunderstriker. And I am at your service, for lifting and otherwise."

A visual rundown tells an observer a lot about the dwarf. His lashunta weave is a bit ill-fitting, but in immaculate condition. His riot control shield is polished anew, but that doesn't hide the scratches and dings in it. Dominar cares about function over form, and aside from a pistol that looks unused, he's otherwise unarmed.