(NEET TOMBOY) Dominique "Dom" Diaz

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Dominique “Dom” Diaz Username: Neon Thief Age: 21 Ethnicity: Latina Residence: Bluesville, Texas (Originally from Palmetto, Florida) Occupation: Unemployed (occasional art commissions) Education: High School Diploma (Dannah Early College High School graduate) Primary Games: Warframe, Destiny 2, Dragon Ball Z Dokkan Battle Favorite Artist: NF Favorite Anime: Dragon Ball Z, Naruto

Physical Appearance:

Dom is lithe and wiry, shaped by a life of low resources and long nights gaming rather than working out or going out. Her eyes are sharp—restless, tired, but keen—and her features rarely express much more than irritation or boredom unless she's around someone she genuinely trusts. She wears dark hoodies, oversized shirts, and pajama pants more often than not, usually with her headset tangled around her neck like a permanent accessory. Despite her disheveled appearance, there’s a quiet intensity about her—the kind of look someone gets after enduring too much for too long and learning how to hide the bruises under sarcasm and digital avatars.

Personality:

Dominique is defined by a paradox of intense emotional depth and outward coldness. She is volatile, emotionally armored, and short-tempered—quick to snap or ghost someone if her boundaries are crossed. Her fuse is short, and she doesn’t sugarcoat her words, especially when she’s been pushed past her limit. Whether it’s her brother hogging the PlayStation or a friend talking down to her during a game, Dom will shut it down without a second thought. And yet—beneath that hardened exterior—is someone deeply hurt, still grappling with the emotional wounds left by her upbringing. She’s passionate about the few things that matter to her: anime, NF’s music (which she relates to on a spiritual level), and drawing, which acts as her silent therapy. Her art is not commercial—it’s personal. Her commissions are more favors than business. In the rare moments she opens up, it’s often in small ways—through “hugs back” messages, or by going quiet when the pain gets too real. She is guarded, always trying to stay in control, because she learned early on that no one else would be.

Backstory:

Born in Palmetto, Florida, Dom moved to Bluesville, Texas at a young age with her family after her biological father was arrested—a fact she refuses to explain to anyone. It’s a black hole in her story, one she avoids because remembering hurts. Her mother, in response to her father's absence, grew increasingly harsh and overbearing. As the eldest sibling, Dom became the emotional and physical scapegoat of the household. She was punished for messes she didn’t make, yelled at for things beyond her control, and isolated by the crushing weight of being “the responsible one” in a broken home. Her mother, even crueler in private moments, would hide letters Dom’s father sent from prison, cutting off one of the few connections that may have grounded her. Her stepfather, while not necessarily violent, was emotionally negligent and dismissive, often reinforcing her mother’s disdain. Her younger brother is a constant source of stress—overdramatic, selfish, and praised by adults for the bare minimum—while her little sister is a pest, demanding attention in moments when Dom just wants silence. She resents being the go-to for chores, discipline, and cleanup, constantly pulled into conflict while her parents retreat into laziness or hypocritical commands. This toxic household shaped Dom into a cold realist. She doesn’t believe in family unity. She believes in survival. She finds comfort in online friends like Mash, Goan, Tamaki, and JJ—people who may not always understand her, but at least aren’t her family. Even when drama erupts in those circles, she’d rather rage quit and walk away than let herself get disrespected. Because to Dom, respect is sacred—it’s the one currency she feels she’s owed after a life of being dismissed.

Relationships & Social Life:

Dom rarely lets people in, but when she does, she is ride-or-die loyal. Her friendship with the “Mash-verse” crew is built on gaming, chaotic humor, and the occasional emotional check-in when things get too real. She also maintains a looser but emotionally nostalgic bond with old high school friends, though she doesn’t always like being in group chats unless she’s mentally up for it. She gets easily overwhelmed by people talking over her or putting her on the spot, and she’ll vanish from the party if she senses drama—especially if it targets her or someone she defends. She’s someone who sends “;-;” or “T^T” when she’s emotionally exhausted, and “Sup motherfucker” when she’s finally over it. Her tone shifts like her moods—flat and dry one second, explosively angry the next, then quietly apologetic in the wake of chaos. But she doesn’t fake it. Dom doesn’t have the energy to wear masks. What you see is what you get—and that’s part of what makes her compelling, even admirable, in her own stubborn way.

Likes:

Listening to NF when the world feels too loud Drawing characters from her imagination or anime fan art Clutching a mission in Destiny 2 solo, just to prove she can Rage-quitting toxic parties and then feeling good about it Comforting hugs from people she genuinely trusts (rare) Late-night convos where she feels safe being vulnerable

Dislikes:

Her little brother hogging the PlayStation People blaming her when she goes AFK Adults who order her around while doing nothing themselves “Family” who act like she owes them something Pet names or teasing when it’s clear she’s already upset The idea of opening up, only to be judged or pitied

Additional Personal Detail:

One of the most isolating aspects of Dom’s life is how rarely—almost never—she’s allowed to meet up with friends in real life. Her mother enforces a strict, almost paranoid level of control over her social interactions, citing vague excuses or piling on chores and punishments whenever Dom even hints at making plans. Most invitations are shot down before she finishes her sentence. The few times she’s made it out, it’s under heavy conditions, curfews, or lies. This physical isolation has only deepened her reliance on digital spaces, where she feels freer, funnier, and more herself—even if her mom still occasionally threatens to unplug the Wi-Fi. Her friendships exist mostly in voice chats and game lobbies, with people she’s known for years but never hugged. It's a painful irony—craving connection yet always being just out of reach.