Post by DIMITRI DARTER on Nov 30, 2010 0:04:28 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/2dvq6j6.jpg,true][atrb=width,453,true] Last night I dreamed I climbed To the top of a mountain of metal And for miles I could see the destruction of man No, I will not be the father of death… GENERAL INFORMATION NAME: Dimitri Darter NICKNAMES: Dim, Deedee RACE: Human AGE: 32 GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: He has no time for such frivolous matters! Especially those with striking curves, radiant smiles, and large…round…erhmm. Hetero, yes, that one. RESIDENCE: One Man’s Graveyard, Junkyard Downs OCCUPATION: Scholar turned Junkie-Hermit! PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION REFLECTION:“Hmm…male, early thirties though questionable, with blonde hair and orange tinted eyes. Perhaps a birth defect or alternative source? Spliced, high exposure to toxins, or an addiction to chewing on orange peels? Height; five-foot, ten-inches, total of 1778 millimeters. Far too tall to put in a cannon. Weighing at about a hundred and fifty pounds…far too heavy for the catapult project. Distinctive scars, burn marks alongside of neck, starting just below right ear and stretches approximately twenty-four inches down right arm. Left ring finger missing, odd leather prosthetic in place that is strapped to hand. Very well made, obviously from someone who rocks. Hard. Physical build is average, not exceptionally fit. Facial structure suggests a younger physiology in contrast to actual age. Not exceptionally attractive but isn’t, as low-landers would say, “beaten with an ugly stick”. But in this reviewer’s humble opinion, he is so hot that ice melts when he walks by. Sizzle, sizzle. Clothing varies, suggests someone who lives in a cold or dangerous environment; several layers of coats and a top hat, coupled by broken goggles, and large brown boots. Normal living attire is opposite; simple sweater, pale yellow bandanna, blue jeans. Simple, effective, yet oh so elegant. And, he’s wearing a locket…a…hmm…oh, a mirror! Egad! Ah-haha, clever me…almost got me this time! I condemn this mirror to fire!” [Burns the mirror…with fervor!] FACE CLAIM: D.Gray-Man - Bak Chan PERSONALITY AND MORE THE GOOD: Dimitri could more or less be characterized as a creative genius…if he didn’t seem so damn insane. He has a plethora of inventions he’s made or has plans to make. He knows how most machines work, and if he doesn’t, he has the aptitude to learn on the fly. Though in truth most of his inventions are unfinished products, but even his half-built creations are impressive enough. Occasionally, when questioned, the man is highly knowledgeable which is usually unexpected of him. Things that a lowly hermit in a sea of junk shouldn’t know or has no business knowing. His demeanor claims that he may be unstable but Dimitri is incredibly patient when he needs to be, a trait that shows when dealing with children. That aside, he has been known to get out of more than one confrontation with members of the Black Collars. He does have a good heart about him, often trying to suppress his rambling mind and be sympathetic to those that need a shoulder to cry on. Dimitri has proven himself to be self-reliant by living in the vast junk-pile known as One Man’s Graveyard. Who knows how he finds food out there… THE BAD: A pyromaniac at heart and someone who lacks what most people would call sanity. His insanity leads him into mad tirades of illogical topics, such as crab people growing out of cabbage and clouds turning into giants. Mumbling to himself while picking through junk piles pales in comparison to his indecisive work ethic. The man has so many project up in the air, just finishing one would be a marvel. Proven to fall into occasional bouts of thievery which he claims are for the greater good or that his faithful companions, a two headed ostrich with four legs (Burt and Ernie, respectively), are the ones that told him to do it. In the privacy of his own home and when he is not keeping busy, he is hit with depression and succumbs to alcoholism by drinking his woes away. BELIEF: At one time he may have believed that good things happen to good people. That the pursuit of knowledge, the pursuit of bettering the future was an admirable cause. Those beliefs are no longer left in his frame of mind. Mr. Darter is reluctant to turn his back on Aureolian practices, if only to feel his loved ones are taken care of in the afterlife. But in the grand scheme of things, he feels one can only improve one’s own life and the life of others, not a deity who would stand by and let horrible things happen. Living in the Downside has only solidified that outlook on life. That and the fact that cabbages are demons ready to feed on hapless souls. LIKES AND HOBBIES: If it wasn’t obvious by now, Dimitri takes pride in building things. In using his hands to create rather than destroy. Add a cigarette and a few shots of self-made moonshine to the mix, and it’s a good day. He’s never too far from children during the day, their laughter calms his nerves and fends off “the crazy” that stirs in his mind. Plus, Burt and Ernie are very protective of youngins so it works out for everyone. Most villainous types don’t want to take on a four-hundred pound ostrich-cow hybrid that eats rust. But alas, his complete and utter fixation with fire makes the parents of those children come running. Something he finds odd since he feels everyone should enjoy a good bonfire once in awhile…or ten times a day, either or. Besides, the fact that the parents let children play in the vast junkyard wasteland speaks volumes of their own parenting anyways. Bloody hypocrites. Though he can never have access to such things at this point in his life, he would absolutely love to read the works of Giloh Bathory…or at least lick it, old books are hard to come by. DISLIKES AND TURN-OFFS: Dimitri Darter doesn’t fear much, his constantly moving mind doesn’t leave room for such things. But cabbage is one of those things. In fact, Dimitri thinks most vegetables are out to get him and take over the world. Feeling alone is another one of those creepy emotions that sneak up on him every now and then. And despite the fact that he carries it all the time, he hates looking at the locket that hangs around his neck. It reminds him of happier times he no longer has and is dissatisfied with reality. Poverty, greed, violence. Things that should be cured. Their ancestors probably strived to do this at one point, why shouldn’t they? Ah…right…end of the world... ASPIRATIONS: To change the world! To build, to warn others of the impending doom that will befall them. The sky is falling, the sky is falling! Dimitri has stated this time and time again, sometimes etching it into his inventions. He wishes to return to the Blue someday, wishes to obtain knowledge if only to live off of some past goal in life. If only to prove his life wasn’t a waste. That their lives weren’t wasted. There are secrets in this world…oh, such secrets indeed. He has been building and building, spending sleepless nights working on something. Is it an aircraft, or something that tarnishes his memories, or is it a super cool catapult that’ll launch him into the clouds!? LOOKING BACK: “She was born, healthy and beautiful. Radiant like her mother, intelligent like her father. Bright blue eyes, wavy blonde hair. Her talents exceeded those of her own age. Can you believe she was only nine? People said we were too young to have a child but we made it work and we were happy…me and my dearest Abigail. Our little Emilia was a star in the sky, a gift from Aureole herself. Violin, dancing, singing, mechanical theory, lift algorithms, and an untapped imagination. Sounds more like her mother than myself. And I was making head way, looking into my projects, the unveiling of my thesis. I…they…there is no excuse for what had happened. When they took them away and sent me to my death like some rusted piece of garbage! Not like that, I would have stopped, I would have left things as they were…the way they died...I will make them…and the cabbages…and the sky…the sky is falling, the sky is falling…” MISCELLANY:Aside from having a valiant steed which he has lovingly labeled as a moostrich, Dimitri has spent the last four years since his arrival in Khtonia constructing his home, building many secret tunnels under the debris and junk. Like a rat…or better yet, the fabled turkey-ant! Or was it the dreaded turnip? Aside from that he has several inventions he works on in the utmost secrecy, claiming they will make things better for all. OUT OF CHARACTER OOC NAME: James, Jimmy, Lord Awesome of the USS Radical AGE: 25…so…so very…very old… GENDER: Nay, we are but men, rock…no? Maybe? I-I’m a dude. EXPERIENCE: Ooooh, I’d say about a good ten years but with enough breaks and hiatuses to leave me good and indefinitely rusty. I would totally put a thumbs-up emoticon right here. REFERRED BY:I was referred by a bear who knows Pasc, who I’ve known for awhile, and I’ve seen the movie Tremors, starring Kevin Bacon. There, 7-degrees. OTHER CHARACTERS: None yet. ANYTHING ELSE: I’m in the Navy so if I up and vanish for some reason, that’s my reason. I’ll try my best to let you guys know if I get shipped off somewhere ahead of time, they’re fairly good about the whole letting us know in advance thing. APPLICATION TEMPLATE MADE BY EDWARD, EXCLUSIVELY FOR USE ON THE BLUE |
