Name: Doma Arash
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race/Nationality: Human/Arabian
Occupation: Mercenary
Personality: Doma's personality mainly runs in two speeds: Play and Work.
He is often playful and flirty right out of the gate. He's a fun loving sort who loves chatting with others, making friends, and definitely enjoys telling someone when he finds them pretty. He likes to toss out compliments when he feels they're necessary,
adores looking at anything or anyone he finds so aesthetically pleasing. When he's relaxed, when he isn't being paid for a job, and when he's taking just a break from the world, he'll kick back and indulge himself on food, wine, and pleasure and lose himself in it for days at a time.
When the occasion is serious enough to need his attention, however, he has no problem leaving his worldly pleasures behind and getting things done. He's focused and determined and tries not to let anything stop him from finishing a job. He lives for a good fight and he's very serious about not letting his client down. They paid for his services and he provides and gives it his all any day.
On rare occasion, everything he is melts away a third major feeling: Loneliness. He travels frequently, never staying in one place for too long, never speaks of any family, and doesn't seem to have many he calls true friends. It's a lonely existence and it tolls on him sometimes with long nights just staring up at the moon for, if he sleeps, sometimes he wakes up screaming.
Biography: Doma is a traveler by nature. If he has a permanent resident anywhere, he's very rarely there. He wanders from place to place, spending quite a lot of time as a mercenary for hire, protecting other travelers and escorting caravans.
He has no family worth noting, or, at least, none that he has ever bothered mentioning or talking in any length about. As far as anyone would know, he's always been a loner looking out for number one. He takes care of himself first and foremost, moving from job to job. Whether it involves protection from harm or dealing that harm himself in taking a head or two off their attached shoulders, he's never been picky about the work. Work is work. If it pays, he'll do it. No questions asked.
The only time he will ever question a job or outright refuse lies in work that leads him in a situation where innocent lives will be harmed. Though he's no stranger to killing, he does still possess a moral compass. He won't fight someone who's unarmed and he refuses to harm any woman or child. If he's forced into any such scenario, he'd really rather die than lay a finger on them. If it's his life to paid for theirs, fine. No amount of pay can sway him then. His life just isn't worth it. And he cannot bear to see a child hurt. A darkness flashes before his eyes, a buried memory he'd rather
stay buried forever.
Abilities: N/A
