No, I don't own Domino, or Keira or (tear) Edgar (though I totally wish I did, YUM)
The tattoos described are the ones I could see throughout the movie, but I gave them my own symbolism from what I knew about Choco.
Tattoo
She'd found all his tattoos that night. Her favourite night of all nights, had started off her worst day of all days. Her fish. Every single one of her fish had been killed that day. And, God, she was never getting any more fucking fish so long as she might live.
But the three days they'd been in the desert, still high from the mescaline, they'd been the greatest ever days, and the greatest ever nights.
Pure satisfaction.
All Choco all the time.
God, it was heaven.
It had taken so long for them to get it together, and then it had been snatched away from them.
But she wouldn't trade those three days and nights for anything. Not a single thing. Those nights… they'd been the most amazing nights of her life. She'd learnt so much about him… so much she'd never known. The juvenile correctional facilities? Currency was pain and cigarettes. Prison? Currency was pain, cigarettes and the weaker guys. That's why Choco looked like he did.
He couldn't be one of the weaker guys.
And the tattoos.
She'd seen his body before, of course. Wash days were revealing, to say the least. But there was a story behind every tattoo he had.
The one on his arm was of his father. He'd known the picture would be taken, or stolen or lost, so he'd had it tattooed onto his arm. It was to show that his father was what had gotten him to where he was.
His father had paid.
Above that, there were two hands, seemingly holding over his shoulder. That was a prison tat. If it had rings, you were married. If the right hand was over the left, like Choco's, it meant you were a straight son of a bitch. Left hand on top meant you weren't.
No tattoo at all? That was when you were the currency.
He had a small skull and cross bones behind his right ear – it symbolized death.
Choco was always listening for it.
On his right arm there was a sun – every different ray coming off it symbolized a day he'd woken up having killed someone the night before.
He might have been fucked up in the head, he'd said, but he's only ever taken seven lives.
And across his chest? Divino Niño
It translated into Divine Man.
And if there was anyone more divine than Choco, Domino didn't know him.
But he'd told her that it was about God. God's will. He was at God's mercy, and with all his tattoos, being God's man, God's merchant of pain, God's very own Spanish-American psycho, he needed one about God.
He'd asked for Divine Psychopath, but the tattoo artist had said that Divine Psychopath might piss God off, and Divine Man would attract the women.
Choco had one more tattoo, though, that Domino hadn't known about. It wasn't on his dick or over his heart, or somewhere too cliché, no.
The last tattoo he'd acquired was on his hip, right on his underwear line, so that no other woman would go there. It was to symbolize his love. It was to show his vow of abstinence.
It was a small, two inch long Domino.