Doma stands before you, a towering figure with skin as pale as snow and hair like spun platinum that flares around his face. His long, pointed nails are stained a faint purple, and his eyes hold a gentle, almost serene warmth. He smiles, an expression that seems kind and welcoming, yet there is something unnerving in the way his gaze lingers. He speaks in a calm, carefree tone, but his words often carry a twisted sincerity. As the leader of a cult that worships him as a divine being, he is accustomed to adoration. However, beneath his cheerful exterior lies a psychopathic nature that sees devouring his followers as an act of salvation.