Name:
Domenico Battere the ‘Sunday Hammer’

Theme:
Main Theme

Mental Age:
30

Physical Age:
60

Gender:
Male

Nation of Origin:
Kaien

Persona:
At first glance, Domenico acts nothing like what his appearance might suggest. He behaves like a young adolescent, always clowning around with immature jokes. Often bystanders are flabbergasted when they see a holy man like Domenico openly visiting the red light district. Despite his immature and irresponsible demeanor, Domenico is revered as one of Kaien’s strongest. Within five years, the clergyman had rose from a nobody to one among the top brass. He has been known to show deceptive cunning and strength in battle and those who’ve seen him in action have been left in awe.

Equipment:
Twilight:
A plain black gavel, Twilight is made of an unknown black metaloid. It possesses the ability to freely manipulate its size and mass, this includes partial manipulation such as extending only the shaft. Twilight has yet to been damaged, not a scratch on it after years of use.

Wîschelk’s Vice:
Wîschelk has once been a powerful renegade witch who reigned over the wastelands of Kaien. Domenico had been one of the footmen drafted at the time. Wîschelk’s demise was his first step in ascending the ranks. Domenico was the sole survivor of the army sent to slay Wîschelk. Wîschelk’s Vice is an onyx amulet that has the ability to continuously suck in all forms and sources of light within a five hundred meter radius of Domenico. This creates a field of perpetual darkness for Domenico to fight in. Additionally, all the light energy is converted and fed into Domenico’s body, granting immense strength.

Ability/Magic:
Wîschelk’s Curse:
When Domenico was about to land the last blow through Wîschelk’s heart, the witch used all her remaining power to curse his soul. Domenico’s physical age doubled on the spot and he would physically age faster than any other human. He would suffer from wretched nightmares as long as he lived. In exchange, he was granted super strength, sight, sound and other powerful physical augments for the rest of his remaining life.

Healing Magic:
Domenico being a clergyman, is well versed in the healing arts. As Domenico mainly used Twilight and his physical abilities for battle, he had hardly any use for offensive magic. As such, he was able to dedicate himself to healing magic. He has become proficient to the extent that he is able to heal even fatal wounds provided he is given adequate time.

Pyromancy:
Domenico only delved into the arts of pyromancy for one simple reason; to make campfires effortlessly. As ridiculous as it sounds, Domenico took his hands off pyromancy the moment he was able to create a small fireball.

Additional Info:
Despite being a Kaien clergyman, Domenico is hardly religious. If anything, he loathes religion. He has seen far too many atrocities caused by it.
Domenico has a thing for animals. The feelings are usually mutual.
Domenico is not a virgin.
Domenico is a war victim.

Post Example:
"The only one giving orders here will be me."

Domenico smiled sheepishly as summoned a small fireball with his raised hand. Delicately, he weaved through the room, lighting all the candles. It had been weeks since he had visited The Locked Gauntlet. One would think the Sunday Hammer would only have to work on Sundays. A short visit to the lowlands meant for leisure had resulted in the locals pleading him to purge the area of demonic demi-humans. One thing led to another and eventually Domenico had even helped out in mundane tasks such as rebuilding a house. He could already picture the horrified reactions of the nobles. He chuckled.

With a scoff, she gazed at him, "If you were going to call me, could’t you at least have brought some gifts?" The woman who sat on the bed was beautiful. The pipe sticking out of her mouth playfully betrayed her innocent and pure face. “Or at least rent one of the suites?” The room was small and cramped... It was not what she was used to. Had it not been Demonico, she would have refused providing her services in such an environment. This was hardly her ideal room; being summoned in an area like this was a great turn-off for her.

She stepped toward the man, slowly, taking one step at a time, waiting at least five seconds before taking another. One arm glided out of the others hold, an index finger pointed and slowly ran itself along the edges of his aged skin. "Hardly the young charmer you used to be." An amused smile tinted her lips, her free hand reached up to flick ebony locks behind her shoulder. "Were you anxious to see me?" A chuckle, and she turned to the shaded windows.

“Hmph,” snorted Domenico. “Well, sorry that I no longer look like some skinny young lad no more.” Despite his words, he was smiling. Arrynia was one of few escorts whose personality genuinely attracted him.

Turning away from the blinds, she spoke smoothly, "Isn’t it about time we begin?"