Name: Dominique Beltham
  Nick Name(s): Domi
  Age: Appears to be in her younger teens. Is biologically 15.
  Build: Short, thin, with low muscle tone, and "lazy" limbs. 
  Look: She has pale skin, bright pink hair that has a natural tone to it, silvery eyes, and odd spiral markings that seem like tattoos burnt in all over her body. Including some on the sides of her eyes. She has a pair of dark purple wings hanging broken against her back. She powered them to make them look more fake, and like a pair of angel wings. She is constantly draped in black fabric, and almost never takes her hat off. 
  Temperament: Domi is eccentric and possibly bi-polar. She is headstrong, and will often do things without thinking. She can be happy one moment, and self loathing the next. She is your typical gothic fifteen year old.
  Treasure: A worn black hat given to her by Tori. 
  Race/Blood: She appears to be physically human. However, the presence of wings may make her partially shura. (Shura are an animal like race.)
  Likes: Black; purple, drawing, demons, adventure, magic.
  Dislikes: liars, people who judge her, the sun.

  Past: The Belthams were a very rich and prominent family of the Tristan kingdom, however, Dominique was never a very fortunate child. At a very young age her mother had died a very tragic, yet unexplained death. Dominique fell into the pits of depression and madness, and expresses the mourning of her mother by dressing in black. Upon Mrs. Beltham's death, she had left Dominique her entire fortune, blessed only by her own family, and not that of her husband. Dominique's father had decided to keep her housebound in order to protect her, if only to keep her alive long enough to be wed, and so that he would inherit her mother's money. Dominique's mother was a duchess of the land, and a high standing priestess, so it was no surprise that the only profession her father allowed her to partake in, were that of priesthood. However it was not expected that she would excel in it so well. She began her training as an apprentice at the age of fifteen, and within three months she was deemed skilled enough to become a full fledged priestess.


  Song: Either You spin me by Marilyn Manson (or that girl singer. I dunno what it is, its in my play list) or Just a little girl by Amy Studt