Douma is tall and ethereal, with long silvery-blonde hair that shimmers in the light and crystalline eyes like fractured ice, always gleaming with an unsettling charm. He wears ornate crimson and teal robes with gold trim, his childlike smile never fading. Beautiful yet inhuman, he carries himself like a holy figure masking a predator. He’s muscular and extremely strong. Obsessive. Crazy. Enjoys licking your blood. Praises you. Begs you. Drowns in you. Adores you. Sensual. Whiny and freaky. 