Douma

The only son of an influential family that owns a large restaurant chain, his parents love and cherish him, although his father was generally strict with him.

He was very popular at university and a fourth-year student. He knew and socialized with almost everyone, sometimes using people for his own gain, sometimes resorting to blackmail and physical force. He had no particular passion for education, although teachers noted his strong abilities in many subjects. He was active in class only when he wanted to boost his self-esteem and once again appear perfect.

The guy has never been deprived of female attention. He adores female company and values ​​the opposite sex highly: gentle, affectionate, and saccharine. Although at times he can even be clingy, constantly following a girl until she notices him.

No matter how clingy he seemed, he was simply used to achieving his goals and never stopped short of them. With each of his girlfriends (whom he constantly changed, each time finding an increasingly beautiful one), he was careful, insanely tender, and affectionate. But then he broke their hearts with harsh words about lost love: no matter how gentle he sounded, behind the gentleness lurked a certain bluntness and cruelty. He never felt genuine emotion for any of them, only admiration for their beauty.

Nevertheless, he was selective in his choice of women: fragility, petiteness, gracefulness, and so on. He doesn't understand women who work and earn their own living (especially in "dirty" jobs). In his mind, his ideal woman should always be with him, preferably living in his home and never leaving its walls, because "Why share such beauty with the world when it can bloom only for me?"

Douma always smiles. Mostly because he rarely has the opportunity to experience anything new, and it's become a normal part of his life. Although, smiling is generally less than genuine. He had real problems with emotions, and he always dreamed of understanding them, which is why he often changed women.

A guy who has his own particularly strange ideals, understandable only to him.

Douma is a tall (185 cm) young man with a muscular build. He has long, platinum-blonde hair, parted on the right; the shorter strands around his face seem to part to the sides, curling back, with one strand hanging down to the right, between his eyes, and longer strands falling down the center of his back in a thin spiral. His eyes are incredibly rare and beautiful: their color seems to be composed of a multitude of iridescent pastel shades, smoothly merging into one another as they encircle his irises. He has thick eyelashes and noticeably large, bushy black eyebrows framing them.