|Full name||Domingo "Lucky" Menendez|
|Date of Birth||N/A|
|Parents||Ramirez (adopted father)|
The man before you stands at about five feet, eleven inches, but is built like a brick house. Rippling muscles cover his dark-skinned frame and he carries himself with an sense of strength and silence. His nose is flat and looks like it's probably been broken more than a few times throughout the course of his life. Piercing green eyes peer out from under his dark, thin eyebrows that seem to always be furrowed in concern or confusion. His hair is shaved into a tall black mohawk, which is kept gelled back in a straight line and along the left side of his skull, a scar runs from the back of his head and cuts down into his eyebrow. He wears a simple red tanktop with a tan belt hung across his body, littered in explosives and extra rounds for his weapons. He's wearing a pair of olive-drab pants that are tucked into his black combat boots. Around his waist is a simple thick black leather belt with a buckle in the shape of a horseshoe with various jewels and surrounding a large red number seven. When he speaks, it is with a semi-heavy Spanish accent.
Barrel of gunpowder with a really short fuse. That's all you need to know.
Born on Persephone to a good mother and father...and immediately thrown under the wheels by life. Orphaned by the age of 6 due to random acts of violence, Domingo Menendez was left alone on the streets with nobody to take care of him, well, at least for a little while. He was taken in by a local Spanish gangleader named Ramirez and quickly became accustomed to the life of a thug. Ramirez took care of Dom, taught him how to speak Spanish, which was spoken quite frequently within the organization. By the time he was 16, he had already racked up quite the sizable rap-sheet and was making a name for himself. Though, as is always the case with quick-risers, he quickly began to screw up, in large part to his dependence on alcohol and painkillers to make it through the day; a condition so severe, that it's cause for him to require almost twice the dosage as other people to reach the same desired effect. When he was seventeen, he was providing overwatch for a gun deal and things began to go sour. The resulting shootout, that spawned from Domingo's initial firing, led to everyone but the young Menendez ending up dead. Ramirez was not happy. A few months passed and things didn't get any better. This finally culminated in Ramirez setting Dom up to take a fall. After a bad deal, Domingo was rounded up by the Alliance and shipped off to APC-088. Betrayed by the only people he ever trusted and the only real family he ever had, Domingo was...less than happy about the whole thing. When he arrived on APC-088, he was lumped into the same zone as Beauregard James Compton, III, and quickly latched on to him. The man had a funny way of talking that made since to Domingo...and Domingo had a funny way of hurting people that didn't like Beau. Eventually Beau let Domingo on his plans of escape. This made Dom very, very happy. Finally, after five years, he could finally take his revenge on the supposed 'family' that screwed him over. The two of them escaped, broken, bloodied, but unbowed and went their seperate ways. Beau; off to do...Beau things, and Domingo; off to kill the people that did him wrong.
After working a few short months with Beau, Domingo lost track of the man and left his side. After spending a few more months wondering from port to port and doing odd jobs to keep himself afloat, Domingo has signed on with Captain Rodney Kilbride and now serves aboard the Wulver.
- Rodney Kilbride ~ The new boss.
- Beau ~ The old boss. One of the only people I'd ever lay my life down for. He helped me out before when I was in a bind and now he needs a crew.
- Yvaine ~ The gypsy. She's a sweet girl. I can tell she cares about the Captain and the organization as much as I do.
"Where do you keep your car batteries?"