After having a rough and rowdy upbringing he certainly has the scars to show it. He is definitely considered taller than the standard, with lean muscles that more than anything accentuates his size. Apart from the random scars that cover his body it is riddled with tattoos, mostly taking inspiration from the Japanese mafia.


Tiny one-room apartment in the city. In between two large buildings as he works nights mostly.


Left high-school quite a few years ago.


Waiter and bartender jumping between various bars in the city. Although on Wednesday, Friday and Saturday he works the bar at Diamond in the Rough.


Dom is most commonly described as a pessimistic, threatening, mind-your-own-damn-business, special kind of asshole. At least, that's what his friends call him. Fair enough, it's more of a collection of aquantances. Fine, it's that one regular that visits the bar he works in on thursdays.
More to the point, as you might expect, Dom has a quick tongue and an even shorter fuse. His pet peeves include but are not limited to: bad tippers, snobs, assholes, dine-dashers, shyness, change, those yellow mustard seeds you find in pickle-jars, liars, and canned food.
Behind this rough exterior, however, you would find an incredibly stressed drop out. While Dom always tries to mind his own business and never shows his weaknesses, it is not hard to see that he lives his life from paycheck to paycheck. Additionally, there is a rumor he is struggling with certain addictions. Who knows if there is any truth to the claim?


Dom grew up in a trailer in the outskirts of a city far away from the Emerald City. As most children do, he adopted many of his parents teachings, most of them about struggle. As he got older he was taught the harsh truth that pretty much everyone is out to get you unless you get them first. Because of this, he struggled with his anger, lashing out at anyone that stood in his way. Be it his friends, teachers, or even parents, none escaped his wroth. He was often the leader of bullying groups, minor gangs, and had quite the reputation as a little thug in his teens. Mind you, he found his way to the top using his fists.
When he finally came of age, he was kicked out of his parents trailer and forced to hop from the first city to the next, always doing small jobs or favors so that he easily could disappear as swiftly as he appeared. Friendships were short and meaningless, relationships were even more so. He would arrive at a city, start of working security. In the next city he would take what he learned to work in the kitchen, washing dishes and preparing tables. When he moved again he would once again apply what he most recently learned and started waiting the tables, serving food and eventually ending up as a bartender.
Now, after finally arriving in Emerald City, he was quick to get a job working as a bartender in one of the local bars. He is also helping out as a waiter and even a low level cook. Mostly due to his skill and handling knife. Now as he is getting closer to his thirties he is slowly realizing that his anger may not always be well placed or that he may actually get further in life if he stopped ending arguments with his fists.