Dimitri Par (Redone)

[Dimitrious]

(As far as I'm concerned, a much better version of Dimitri.)

CHARACTER INFO

*Basics*

Name: Dimitri Ryan Par

Codename: Hacker

Age: 19 ½

Birthday: February Twenty-Seventh

Birthplace: Windsor, Ontario, Canada

Gender: Male

Specialization: Technology

Affiliation: The Academy

*Appearance*

Eyes: Light, ‘foresty’ Green, rather large and not too deeply set. Large, almond shaped, normally partially hidden by hair. His eyes are normally bright and cheery with an air of mischism.

Hair: Dimitri is obsessed with his brown hair. He grows it long, to his eyes, and down past his ears. He hardly ever bothers brushing it, and it always tends to stick up in random spikes. He loves to streak it with greens of various tones. He has a nervous tendency to run his hands through it, as his scalp gets very sweaty sometimes.

Skin tone: Tan, even though Dimitri constantly works on his computer. He accounts it to his very distant Native relatives.

Ethnicity: Canadian (He tends to say ‘eh’ randomly, but he says that he doesn’t)

Special Markings: It’s not normally visible, and Dimitri doesn’t like to talk about it, but he has a rather large scar on the top of his right arm. It starts at his wrist, moving up a couple of centimeters past his elbow. It’s an inch wide at the largest.

Height: Dimitri just tops six foot, and he enjoys being tall.

General Appearance: Dimitri is around average build and weight. He doesn’t have a ton of muscle, but enough to hold his own in a fight. He works out occasionally, and tries to stay fit, despite his usual diet of Poutine and Coffee. He has a single piercing in his left ear and wears a small gold hoop. He tends to be bouncy and moves a lot, but not in a hyper way.

Clothing: Dimitri normally wears the least wrinkled thing in his closet. He prefers to wear T-Shirts and Jeans, or Cargo pants with a ton of pockets. (He packs those pockets with an Ipod, a Blackberry, a Cellphone, and computer supplies.)

Almost everything he owns is some variation of green, tan or blue. When he goes out it’s rather the same thing, but with a black jacket. When he’s not going around like a green explosion, he tosses on a blue or black hoodie. Dimitri hates anything too bright, no lime green or orange for him. Prefers not to be too dark either. Dimitri is extremely stereotypical about dressing in black.

*Personality*

Personality: Rather quiet at first, almost withdrawn, Dimitri is a merciless joker when you get to know him. Dimitri can be funny at times, serious at others. He’s rather annoying, sarcastic and friendly. Dimitri is impatient, an action lover, and an adrenaline junky. He can sometimes be a bit insensitive, has been accused (many times) of having the emotional range of a rock. He tries to joke, even if everything is going totally wrong. He puts it upon his own shoulders to keep team morale up. Dimitri has an air of mellowness and friendship. It’s very hard not to get along with him.

Dimitri isn’t just sunshine and rainbows and stuff, though. He has a bit of a pessimistic side. It’s rarely revealed, and is quickly wrapped in a shell of unconcern when it is revealed. Dimitri tends to bury his anger, arguments can disrupt friendships, teams and families. He’s seen quite a few feuds on the streets, and has no wish to start something like that in the Academy.

When Dimitri does get into an argument, he isn’t fair against his opponent. He’ll use anything and everything as ammunition. He’ll insult them, their family, and anything else he can think of. He’s got a very large vocabulary, and a loud voice, all the better to drown out the voice of whoever he’s yelling at. Dimitri can bear grudges for a long time, and hides that fact well.


Likes: Dimitri loves anything electronic. From toasters to cars to Ipods, Dimitri loves to take them apart, see how they work. He’s a Tech-Addict. It wouldn’t be surprising if most of the computers in the school disappeared suddenly, ending up as spare parts for Dimitri’s Lap Top.

Guns: Anything Dimitri can shoot is ‘pretty fun’ He’s not a fan of shooting at people, but he’ll do it if he has to. A little target practice never hurt anyone, right?

‘Borrowing’ Vehicles. Wether it’s hot wiring a motorcycle or stealing a Van, Dimitri enjoys every second of it. Most of the Academy’s Heads and Higher-Ups frown upon this, though some pride him on his resourcefulness.

Dislikes: -Cold. He dislikes it and stays away from cold things if he can. Winter, the Ocean, Mountains, the whole schebang.

-His computer crashing. He needs it. It’s his child. Fully customized, from the wiring to the casing. It’s much bulkier than normal because of all of these modifications. When it breaks down (due to overuse) Dimitri gets a little annoyed, to say the least.

- People shooting at him. He’s been shot once. And then a few more times with rubber bullets. He’s been hit with a taser two or three times, too. He just doesn’t like being attacked. This does have an upside, though. Dimitri’s pain threshold is higher than normal. Not by much, but it’s definitely better than most.


Fears: Heights are a bad thing for Dimitri. It’s a minor thing. It doesn’t manifest itself until he gets fairly high. Anything over a dozen stories has him freaked out. If there’s a hand rail, it gets the death grip. So do any of Dimitri’s friends in the area. As long as he can’t see the ground, or has something to hold onto, he can keep his fear at bay.

Dimitri isn’t a fan of big fires. Explosions are fine, house fires are not. Again, this is a minor thing, but the pure destructive powers of fire scare Dimitri shitless. To him, fire is an unstoppable enemy, who can’t be reasoned with, or defeated.

Orycalcos, because not only are they responsible for his biggest wound, but since joining the Academy, Dimitri has learned of the atrocities they have committed. Dimitri has a deep seated loathing for what he calls (inside his head) ‘That Evil Cult of the Damned.’

Spiders! No creepy crawlies bother Dimitri except spiders... Or Cockroaches. Dimitri would rather die than admit it, but most bugs make him squeamish. He thinks they’re really interesting, but one morning he poured out his cereal and found a family of Cockroaches in his Corn Flakes. Good morning, Sunshine.

Hobbies/Pastimes: Dimitri messes with his computer non-stop. He modifies it, takes it apart, downloads, uploads and screws around with everything he can. He’s crashed it a half-dozen times in the last year, and rebuilt it twice as many times.

Dimitri likes listening to music of any kind. He’s a fan of Breaking Benjamin, AQUA, Great Big Sea and Green Day. He has an Ipod Touch, and a pair of MP3s. He mainly uses the Touch Pod for games, though.

He also enjoys shooting ‘stuff’ and driving around, normally in a ‘borrowed’ vehicle. He also enjoys skulking around campus, looking for people to hang out with, but normally just sitting around, thinking.

Quotes:
-I’m a Hacker, not a magician!
- This... ain’t a job you wanna rush...
- There’s one born every minute
- It’s a game, and I’m glad I’m in it.


*Life*

Family: Parents: Michelangelo and Selena Par

Siblings: Older Brother, Sebastion

Grandparents: Michelle and Richard Par, Deceased
Yvette and Claus Hunter, Deceased

Friend(s): Bennette Roth, Denebola Roth, Levi Moreno, Sielienna Mossier
Dimitri tends to stay on a friendly level with most people.

Crush(es): Denebola Roth. Dimitri has a major crush/stalker thing for her.
Dimitri also has a minor crush on Sielienna Mossier.

History: Dimitri Par was born in Windsor roughly nineteen years ago. He says his mother died shortly after he was born, but the truth is she lives in Brooklyn with his Father and 21 year old brother, Sebastion.

Dimitri grew up surrounded by friends and enemies alike. His smart aleck comments earned him both grins and snarls. Dimitri’s brother was under-protective, urging him on to greater idiocy. Of course, Dimitri wanted to make Sebastion proud, and committed some very dumb acts.

Over the years Dimitri was raised mainly by his mother, his father travelled all over the country, on ‘business’. Finally, at 13, Dimitri figured out what his father did (by breaking into his private office) Dimitri’s father was a hacker for the Canadian government. Dimitri like the idea of being able to break any code or go into any file, and persuaded his father to teach him. For three years Dimitri learned how to break codes, find hidden documents, and recover things that had been deleted from the hard drive.

Finally, to his parents chagrin, Dimitri left home. He had always looked old for his age and the 16 year old looked eighteen. A quick fake ID later and he was set to go. He kept in contact with his family throughout the years, even visiting them a few times. Dimitri lived on both sides of the Canadian/American border, making enough money from his ‘contracts’ to survive. Living on the wrong side of the law all those years, (Even if he was shielded from the worst of it) Dimitri developed an unyielding self preservation instinct, along with some serious Street-Smarts.

Describing Dimitri’s life as ‘living on the streets’ is a bit of an exaggeration. He’s lived in seedy Apartments, Penthouse lofts, above Bars, and in the occasional Bungalow. He thought it was fun, for the most part.

Eventually, shortly after Dimitri turned 19, one of his jobs turned bad. Apparently Dimitri’s ‘client’ was an enemy of Orycalcos. An assassin came to kill the man, and Dimitri got in the way. Two bullets ripped through his right arm, injuring him to the point of near death. If he had been left there, he would have bled out. Thankfully a few Academy graduates saved him, taking him back to where else, the Academy. Dimitri decided to stay there, seeing as the streets were unsafe for him.

Dimitri has a few contacts on the other side of the law, from Black Marketeers to other Hackers. These people have helped him a lot over the years, so he has a high level of respect for them.

*On the job*
Specialities: Hacking, Hot-wiring, Sabotage, Technology in general.

Weapons: A pair of Sig Saur 9mm’s
A Derringer Dual Shot
A Remington 870 Express Crowd Control Shotgun

Battle style: Dimitri tends to try and plan out battles, and to work with what he’s got. He likes to take out enemies one at a time, from cover if possible. He also tries to set elaborate traps, which normally fail. When all else fails, blast away.

Weakness: Not the best gunner around. He can shoot stuff, but he doesn’t like to flat out kill. This can leave him open to attacks from behind.

Strengths: Dimitri is fairly good about keeping both of his Sig-Saurs aimed, even when he fires at different targets. He also doesn’t mind a little blood, so he has no fears about using his Shotgun, though he tries to use non-lethal rubber rounds, instead of killing people.


RP SAMPLE

Dimitri snapped his Lap Top closed. Orycalcos had upped their security since the last time he had hacked their databases. He glanced around the seedy café where he was sitting. No one too suspicious. Of course, he had been moving from place to place every hour, taking advantage of the back door openings he and Denebola had installed a few weeks ago.

But now he had been caught. Some sort of response team would probably be on its way already. Silently, Dimitri mouthed a few choice swear words. Levi and Benny had gone back to the Academy already, leaving Dimitri with a few dozen random people in this hell hole of a coffee shop.

Shit. Dimitri thought, turning for the exit. There they were. A black van, a half dozen large men muscling through the crowds outside. Yup, they were definitely with the Cult of the Damned.
Shit.

But honestly, how much more cliched could you get? A black, unmarked van filled with muscle men? Originality, People . This wasn’t the time to be cracking jokes, though. Dimitri slipped out of his booth, moving to the back exit. Perhaps he could hide out back or-
“Son of a bitch,” Dimitri whispered to himself.

Another suited heavy weight had elbowed through the back. The obvious bulge of a handgun showed through his jacket.

The green haired hacker backed against the wall, keeping his head down and his Laptop hidden. His back smacked against something hard. Dimitri peeked over his shoulder. A Fire Extinguisher.

Friggin’ Sweet.

He tore the canister from the wall. By this time, people had realized something was up. Several had left, others were hurrying away. If they haven’t left yet, they will now. Dimitri thought, ripping the pin from the Extinguisher. He let a burst of foam fill the nearest enemy’s vision. The man fell back, clawing for his gun. Two other Cult Freaks had their guns out, aiming at Dimitri. Without a thought, he slammed his heel into the fallen mans ribs, letting another jet of foam fly toward the other Heavies.

A bullet pinged off the wall near Dimitri. He hurled the Extinguisher at the wall, dashing for the door.

In the street, a small green car pulled up to the curb. The door opened, revealing Bennette Roth. “Get in, Moron.” he said.

Dimitri jumped in the car, looking over his shoulder to watch the havoc he’d created.

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