The Springfrield Treehouse
Draconic Fairest, fallen prince.
Dominik's Mask appears to be of eastern European decent- sharp features, slicked back black hair, and deep golden eyes- very handsome indeed. He is tall, broad shouldered, and lithe. He has an unusual brand over his heart, resembling a flame roughly the size of a silver dollar.
When at ease, Dominik will often fiddle with his favorite lighter, a Zippo engraved with flames.
Born to an affluent family, Dominik had every advantage in life. At his disposal were the best teachers, trainers, connections, and a vast wealth that was his inheritance, his to steward and pass on to his future descendants. Even at the young age of eleven Dominik took this duty quite seriously, and was primed to be the perfect heir. It was then that he was taken.
In Arcadia, he was stripped down to a mere chattel, a pretty toy made to fight, kill, or please at the whim of his harsh master. Used as either courtesan or assassin for what seemed to be decades, Dominik held on to a shred of his humanity through duty- return home to protect his family's estate for the generations to come. Entering in to the dangerous game of courtly intrigues, he set about creating rivalries within his master's court that ultimately led to his opportunity to escape, as one his master's fellows attempted to steal him away.
As a returned Changeling, Dominik feels a strong calling to the Spring court- live life to the fullest, to fulfill your own desires (not those of others), and consequences be damned. Ultimately though, he belongs with the Summer Court, he is a proud guardian to the core, ready to take up arms for what he believes to be Just.