"For the last time... I'm not going down below thirty silver pieces. This is a quality blade forged mainly for combat; you won't find anything of this quality that easily." Nalesh sighed in stress as a young man haggled inside a small shack which was Nalesh's armory. "Look. If you can't pay up, get out." Nalesh coldly stated, the hint of irritation evident on her face.
"Oh really? Well, how about we take this to a room, and we'll see who'll be begging me to stay?" the guy edged closer to Nalesh's face as the smith smiled.
"Take THIS down your throat!" Nalesh roared as her leg collided with the man's face, sending the guy flying outside of her shack. Nalesh strode outside of her armory, eyeing the delirious fool on the floor. "And besides, my name is Noadich, you idiot. I'm a guy. Perverted delinquent." Nalesh gritted under her breath as she walked back into her shop, sighing in despair.
"There goes another customer..." Nalesh groaned, running her fingers through her short golden hair. "My rent is not gonna go away... I'm losing business here." she banged her fist on the counter.
Nalesh exhaled as she looked outside her armory. This place was not meant for war. Obviously, none would really be interested in buying weapons or even armor; she could have made out more with a grain or barley business. The exhausted girl pulled out the drawer containing her income; which didn't include much. Without noticing, tears had already fallen from her face. For so long has she covered her identity in fear of those men who had tried to end her. Nalesh rested her head on the counter as she began to doze off; forging weapons and armors had been very exhausting on her. Her mind wandered to how she could pay her rent as she heard some shouts outside.
“Adventurers wanted! The Crown in need of heroes! Calling all brave souls to the City of Light! Big rewards!”
Nalesh jolted up as she heard big rewards.
"The capital is calling for more warriors from the outskirts? Hah! Do they not have their own? Those cowards..." Nalesh growled, boring a huge grudge against the capital; the place where the main artificer houses reside. "However, this might be interesting."
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Name/Aliases: Nalesh Drenor; calls herself Noadich after her brother
Sex: Female; disguised as a male
Race: Human
Age: 20
Appearance:
Personality: Nalesh tends to act extremely boyish and tough; similar to her deceased twin brother. This tendency to mimic the past often leads to a fake personality which Nalesh doesn't even like. However, in times when she's alone, Nalesh acts like her true self: timid, soft, shy, and hopeless. Pretty much, Nalesh has built a solid wall in front of her true self which disallows people to know her real identity for fear that what happened to her brother would happen to her as well.
History: In a family of talented artificers, the worth of a person is measured by the quality of a weapon or armor he/she first creates at a certain age. So far in the Drenor bloodline, not one was able to produce a quality above a simple dagger. For this, the Drenor household was constantly scorned and belittled as a waste of artificer blood. However, after a decade, some twins were born to the desolated household. These twins were named as Noadich and Nalesh, boy and girl respectively. The two were extremely talented artificers as when they reached 13, they created a sword and armor which surpassed even the most talented child at their age. There was a significant difference between the quality of Noadich and Nalesh but the nonetheless, their works were masterpieces. Due to this, other families began to feel the green beast within.
The fame of Noadich and Nalesh soared so high that they were pitted against the most talented household in a contest of quality. As was expected, the Drenors won by a landslide. The twins were happy, and it could have ended there on a happy note. However, life was not so simple.
In the dead of night, Nalesh awoken to an urgent need to relieve herself; leaving her twin alone in the room, and when she went back, she saw the grisly remains of her brother. The corpse was mangled, intestines were splattered everywhere, and Noadich's eyes were just empty sockets. Blood painted the room in a gory canvas. Nalesh lost her will as she fell to her knees, when suddenly, two men attacked her.
However, the enraged artificer dodged their grip and went to her table with the materials. With an angry shout, a bloodred sword; as red as the bloodied room, was forged in her hand. Nalesh rushed at her foes as in a minute, Nalesh's sword was painting not only the room but the halls with crimson liquid. Heads rolled, and intestines sprawled on the floor. The numb steps of Nalesh were met with her parents who cried out in sorrow at the sight. The Drenors mourned that night, and for nights to come.
Nalesh now knew that soon she would be the target, so she left her hometown. She transferred to another location as she changed her name to Noadich after her brother, only this time, taking the name Minois as her surname. In that location, she worked as blacksmith and an artificer, but whenever she looked at her hands, she didn't see gifts, but a corrupted magic which brought much blood to her name that night.
She now crafts basic weapons, enough for peasants, in fear of what would happen if she did her gifts again. Her foes didn't seal her hand, Nalesh did, and she alone can unseal it.
Optional Information
Equipment: Nalesh keeps a bag of discarded metal in a small pouch which she uses for her magic.
Marital Status: Single
Magic: Able to use. Nalesh's magic is similar to an Artificer. She can create weapons and armors out of various materials. Of course, the weapon depends on the materials used or gathered. This means that if she is only provided with wood, the weapons she can create would be laughable. Nalesh, as of now, cannot create more than 5 weapons/armors in a short span of time, and as such, she must rest between productions.
Skills:
-Swordsmanship
-Smithing(She can forge and reforge weapons with classic tools)
-Cooking
-Sewing
Sex: Female; disguised as a male
Race: Human
Age: 20
Appearance:
Personality: Nalesh tends to act extremely boyish and tough; similar to her deceased twin brother. This tendency to mimic the past often leads to a fake personality which Nalesh doesn't even like. However, in times when she's alone, Nalesh acts like her true self: timid, soft, shy, and hopeless. Pretty much, Nalesh has built a solid wall in front of her true self which disallows people to know her real identity for fear that what happened to her brother would happen to her as well.
History: In a family of talented artificers, the worth of a person is measured by the quality of a weapon or armor he/she first creates at a certain age. So far in the Drenor bloodline, not one was able to produce a quality above a simple dagger. For this, the Drenor household was constantly scorned and belittled as a waste of artificer blood. However, after a decade, some twins were born to the desolated household. These twins were named as Noadich and Nalesh, boy and girl respectively. The two were extremely talented artificers as when they reached 13, they created a sword and armor which surpassed even the most talented child at their age. There was a significant difference between the quality of Noadich and Nalesh but the nonetheless, their works were masterpieces. Due to this, other families began to feel the green beast within.
The fame of Noadich and Nalesh soared so high that they were pitted against the most talented household in a contest of quality. As was expected, the Drenors won by a landslide. The twins were happy, and it could have ended there on a happy note. However, life was not so simple.
In the dead of night, Nalesh awoken to an urgent need to relieve herself; leaving her twin alone in the room, and when she went back, she saw the grisly remains of her brother. The corpse was mangled, intestines were splattered everywhere, and Noadich's eyes were just empty sockets. Blood painted the room in a gory canvas. Nalesh lost her will as she fell to her knees, when suddenly, two men attacked her.
However, the enraged artificer dodged their grip and went to her table with the materials. With an angry shout, a bloodred sword; as red as the bloodied room, was forged in her hand. Nalesh rushed at her foes as in a minute, Nalesh's sword was painting not only the room but the halls with crimson liquid. Heads rolled, and intestines sprawled on the floor. The numb steps of Nalesh were met with her parents who cried out in sorrow at the sight. The Drenors mourned that night, and for nights to come.
Nalesh now knew that soon she would be the target, so she left her hometown. She transferred to another location as she changed her name to Noadich after her brother, only this time, taking the name Minois as her surname. In that location, she worked as blacksmith and an artificer, but whenever she looked at her hands, she didn't see gifts, but a corrupted magic which brought much blood to her name that night.
She now crafts basic weapons, enough for peasants, in fear of what would happen if she did her gifts again. Her foes didn't seal her hand, Nalesh did, and she alone can unseal it.
Optional Information
Equipment: Nalesh keeps a bag of discarded metal in a small pouch which she uses for her magic.
Marital Status: Single
Magic: Able to use. Nalesh's magic is similar to an Artificer. She can create weapons and armors out of various materials. Of course, the weapon depends on the materials used or gathered. This means that if she is only provided with wood, the weapons she can create would be laughable. Nalesh, as of now, cannot create more than 5 weapons/armors in a short span of time, and as such, she must rest between productions.
Skills:
-Swordsmanship
-Smithing(She can forge and reforge weapons with classic tools)
-Cooking
-Sewing
Got it :)) Fixing it right naw
Name: Dmitri Pavlov
Age: 25, Born 1925
Appearance:
Weapon of Choice: Dragunov Sniper Rifle; as well as its 7N1 bullets. Dmitri also carries a small trench knife.
Personality: Dmitri is actually a very kind soul. He is often easy to talk to as well as an effective listener. Loyal and determined, Dmitri rarely backs away and will always be ready to protect those that are dear to him. However, this selfless chivalry often leads him to trouble; as evidenced by his near death experience.
Place of Origin: Russia
History: Born during the prelude to World War II, Dmitri was sent to the military service at an early age. The young boy had a soft heart that was tested in the military. The beatings, the shouts, the harassment, and the torture that he had experienced would have shook any man's heart to irons; however, Dmitri's heart never hardened, and instead, it softened all the more. His greatest trial was during the battle of Stalingrad where he was assigned as one of the snipers in the heat of battle. The kind Dmitri couldn't bring himself to kill his enemies, but when he saw his allies die at the hands of the germans, he knew he had to fight back. Disregarding all forms of conscience, Dmitri picked off a german one by one until Stalingrad was won. However, his journey didn't stop there... The war went on and on as they finally reached their supposedly last stand. Dmitri did his job well as he accidentally picked off a young german soldier; a teenager apparently.
The shocked Dmitri went down from his post as he dashed to the wounded boy's side. His bullet didn't hit home, but it did hit the boy's leg. Dmitri took the boy out of the heat of battle as he tended to the boy's wound. The war continued as Dmitri finally finished the necessary medical attention, and advised the boy to take off his uniform so he wouldn't be shot, and when the boy complied, the other russians found Dmitri.
The russians accused the sniper of betrayal and began to shoot him indiscriminately. Dmitri covered the boy's escape as he fought back with a pistol, only aiming at his comrades' legs. As the boy escaped, Dmitri's body fell forward as he realized his torso was riddled with shrapnel. Dmitri knew he had incapacitated his comrades, and so, he stood up and walked on.
Leaving a trail of blood, Dmitri marched forward... He didn't know how long he was walking, but he soon fell down. As his last anchor of life ebbed, he saw a silvery orb floating in the air. It was dark, but it was all Dmitri could see. Suddenly, a dazzling apparition appeared before him; stunning the dying soldier.
"What do you wish to do, Dmitri?"
"I've already done my part... I'm ready to go."
"You are fond of protecting the things you love."
"I am."
"Would you like to protect something greater; something that the world must never know or it will be their end?"
"The world?"
"Yes."
"Count me in."
Dmitri shot right up. He didn't know how long he was out, but it was all barren. He didn't see a single soul in sight. However, he was somehow being pulled to a certain direction which he followed for years. This direction led him to a beautiful scenery; and Dmitri knew that with this scenery of silver and water, his fate of protecting something greater begins.
Quote: "Being human does not mean knowing when to take a life... It's about knowing when not to take one."
Age: 25, Born 1925
Appearance:
Weapon of Choice: Dragunov Sniper Rifle; as well as its 7N1 bullets. Dmitri also carries a small trench knife.
Personality: Dmitri is actually a very kind soul. He is often easy to talk to as well as an effective listener. Loyal and determined, Dmitri rarely backs away and will always be ready to protect those that are dear to him. However, this selfless chivalry often leads him to trouble; as evidenced by his near death experience.
Place of Origin: Russia
History: Born during the prelude to World War II, Dmitri was sent to the military service at an early age. The young boy had a soft heart that was tested in the military. The beatings, the shouts, the harassment, and the torture that he had experienced would have shook any man's heart to irons; however, Dmitri's heart never hardened, and instead, it softened all the more. His greatest trial was during the battle of Stalingrad where he was assigned as one of the snipers in the heat of battle. The kind Dmitri couldn't bring himself to kill his enemies, but when he saw his allies die at the hands of the germans, he knew he had to fight back. Disregarding all forms of conscience, Dmitri picked off a german one by one until Stalingrad was won. However, his journey didn't stop there... The war went on and on as they finally reached their supposedly last stand. Dmitri did his job well as he accidentally picked off a young german soldier; a teenager apparently.
The shocked Dmitri went down from his post as he dashed to the wounded boy's side. His bullet didn't hit home, but it did hit the boy's leg. Dmitri took the boy out of the heat of battle as he tended to the boy's wound. The war continued as Dmitri finally finished the necessary medical attention, and advised the boy to take off his uniform so he wouldn't be shot, and when the boy complied, the other russians found Dmitri.
The russians accused the sniper of betrayal and began to shoot him indiscriminately. Dmitri covered the boy's escape as he fought back with a pistol, only aiming at his comrades' legs. As the boy escaped, Dmitri's body fell forward as he realized his torso was riddled with shrapnel. Dmitri knew he had incapacitated his comrades, and so, he stood up and walked on.
Leaving a trail of blood, Dmitri marched forward... He didn't know how long he was walking, but he soon fell down. As his last anchor of life ebbed, he saw a silvery orb floating in the air. It was dark, but it was all Dmitri could see. Suddenly, a dazzling apparition appeared before him; stunning the dying soldier.
"What do you wish to do, Dmitri?"
"I've already done my part... I'm ready to go."
"You are fond of protecting the things you love."
"I am."
"Would you like to protect something greater; something that the world must never know or it will be their end?"
"The world?"
"Yes."
"Count me in."
Dmitri shot right up. He didn't know how long he was out, but it was all barren. He didn't see a single soul in sight. However, he was somehow being pulled to a certain direction which he followed for years. This direction led him to a beautiful scenery; and Dmitri knew that with this scenery of silver and water, his fate of protecting something greater begins.
Quote: "Being human does not mean knowing when to take a life... It's about knowing when not to take one."
Reserve me a guardian slot :)) Off to do somethin' first :D
Dmitri smiled as he saw the childishness of his family. It was all far too relaxing for him. Those cold days back in Smolensk really made him wish this kind of normal home. The soldier chuckled as he hoisted his rifle up, and headed towards that one single room for him. His hand touched the doorknob as the door creaked it open. Dmitri went inside as he dropped his things on the table, while hanging his rifle just beside the bed.
Dmitri slumped on the bed, sitting down idly. His blue eyes looked at the environment outside. Back in Smolensk, there was no sun... and if there was, it wasn't this bright. Dmitri felt the sun on his skin, savoring its warmth and feeling. The soldier stood up as he took off his uniform, neatly hanging it behind the door. Dmitri wore some casual clothes as he laid down on the bed, thinking about these guys that were with him.
There was something he wasn't telling them though. They were all in danger. Dmitri's bout with these frost demons made him a mortal enemy of this race, and killing their kind for over 300 years wasn't helping. Dmitri stood up, and grabbed his rifle, later going back and laying down on his bed.
"I just hope they don't get into trouble." Dmitri sighed as he trapped his rifle in a red crystal of ice, preventing anyone from using it. "I will protect them if I must."
Dmitri slumped on the bed, sitting down idly. His blue eyes looked at the environment outside. Back in Smolensk, there was no sun... and if there was, it wasn't this bright. Dmitri felt the sun on his skin, savoring its warmth and feeling. The soldier stood up as he took off his uniform, neatly hanging it behind the door. Dmitri wore some casual clothes as he laid down on the bed, thinking about these guys that were with him.
There was something he wasn't telling them though. They were all in danger. Dmitri's bout with these frost demons made him a mortal enemy of this race, and killing their kind for over 300 years wasn't helping. Dmitri stood up, and grabbed his rifle, later going back and laying down on his bed.
"I just hope they don't get into trouble." Dmitri sighed as he trapped his rifle in a red crystal of ice, preventing anyone from using it. "I will protect them if I must."
"Afraid of me huh?" Dmitri murmured silently as he sighed. The soldier hoisted his rifle on his shoulder once more. It was normal for the new members to actually be afraid of him, it was only natural. "Lina, I'm retiring to my room for a while. Sorry for the lack of notice of my arrival, things just got heated back in Smolensk." Dmitri yawned as he turned to the stairs. "If anyone or anything would knock on that door and look for me, well, tell them I'm not here."
Dmitri approached the stairs as a familiar face came into view... It was Samantha, or Shadow as he used to call her... a hundred years ago.
"Shadow... Immortality becomes you." Dmitri chuckled as he nodded to her. "Pardon me for not informing the family of my arrival. I just didn't have time to do so." Dmitri sighed, his heavy steps thudding on the staircase.
Dmitri approached the stairs as a familiar face came into view... It was Samantha, or Shadow as he used to call her... a hundred years ago.
"Shadow... Immortality becomes you." Dmitri chuckled as he nodded to her. "Pardon me for not informing the family of my arrival. I just didn't have time to do so." Dmitri sighed, his heavy steps thudding on the staircase.
The blistering snow and howling winds were upon him once again. He had already experienced this... 200 years ago. He couldn't forget, even if he wanted to, those biting frosts that made him lose his sanity back then. The sniper's eye caught a glimpse of those monsters. The demons had come once again. Quickly drawing his rifle, Dmitri tumbled forward, and began riddling those demons with lead. The beasts fell one by one, covering the snowy ground with black liquid. Just like before, the beasts nestled in the air as they darted forward Dmitri at immense haste. However, the sniper was already aware of their abilities. The bullets soared once again, dropping those demons with grace. Dmitri darted forward, and grabbed a demon by its neck, lifting it into the air.
"Give my regards to Hell... You son of a bitch." Dmitri growled as the demon was encased in a crimson cocoon, shattering immediately in a thousand icy fractals.
These memories were jolted out of Dmitri's mind as he stood outside of that familiar home... a home where he had felt warmth... away from the blistering colds of Smolensk. The soldier was dressed in his usual white camouflage, his old mosin-nagant sniper hung by his shoulder, his waist covered by a belt of bullets, and his lower face, covered with a gas mask. Dmitri's breath sent out a tiny cloud of frost, a mark of his curse. His frost-covered boots thudded softly on the pavement as his hand rested on the doorknob. It had been a 100 years since he was last here... Would there be any new members to the family?
Dmitri smiled at these thoughts as he entered the house. He could already hear noises, mostly girls. Dmitri arrived at the kitchen, seeing familiar and new faces. The soldier removed his gas mask and hood as he brushed the snow off his hair.
"My, my, my. Isn't this a warm sight?" Dmitri smiled warmly as he leaned on the wall. Observing his family. "Good to see you again, Lina. I don't know if you still remember me, a hundred years ago." Dmitri chuckled as he turned to the new face that just appeared behind him, just near the living room. "A new face you are. Good to meet ya, lad." Dmitri also noticed a lad, twirling fire in his small fingers, and another woman.
Dmitri turned to the child in the kitchen, she was extremely young. Dmitri smiled as he coughed.
"I knew there would be some new faces in this family, but I never thought it would be this many. Care to tell me your names? I'm Dmitri Alexei... just treat me as your brother or something." Dmitri introduced himself, setting his rifle on a nearby table.
"Give my regards to Hell... You son of a bitch." Dmitri growled as the demon was encased in a crimson cocoon, shattering immediately in a thousand icy fractals.
These memories were jolted out of Dmitri's mind as he stood outside of that familiar home... a home where he had felt warmth... away from the blistering colds of Smolensk. The soldier was dressed in his usual white camouflage, his old mosin-nagant sniper hung by his shoulder, his waist covered by a belt of bullets, and his lower face, covered with a gas mask. Dmitri's breath sent out a tiny cloud of frost, a mark of his curse. His frost-covered boots thudded softly on the pavement as his hand rested on the doorknob. It had been a 100 years since he was last here... Would there be any new members to the family?
Dmitri smiled at these thoughts as he entered the house. He could already hear noises, mostly girls. Dmitri arrived at the kitchen, seeing familiar and new faces. The soldier removed his gas mask and hood as he brushed the snow off his hair.
"My, my, my. Isn't this a warm sight?" Dmitri smiled warmly as he leaned on the wall. Observing his family. "Good to see you again, Lina. I don't know if you still remember me, a hundred years ago." Dmitri chuckled as he turned to the new face that just appeared behind him, just near the living room. "A new face you are. Good to meet ya, lad." Dmitri also noticed a lad, twirling fire in his small fingers, and another woman.
Dmitri turned to the child in the kitchen, she was extremely young. Dmitri smiled as he coughed.
"I knew there would be some new faces in this family, but I never thought it would be this many. Care to tell me your names? I'm Dmitri Alexei... just treat me as your brother or something." Dmitri introduced himself, setting his rifle on a nearby table.
He's gonna have a noticeable but not that distinct russian accent. As he is living in immortality, his travels must have reduced his accent.
Name: Dmitri Alexei
Nickname: Whiteout
Age: 310
Gender: Male
Species: Frost Demon
Appearance:
Power(s): Dmitri can encase/cover/afflict anything he touches into ice. In addition, he can manipulate ice as well to do his bidding, however, he can only manipulate ice which came from him. Dmitri's ice can be differentiated from normal ice as his variety is red in color.
History: Dmitri, a russian soldier, was tasked to patrol the russian borders of Smolensk. This tireless russian soldier did all he could as he undertook this biting task with utmost passion. When other soldiers would be napping in the barracks during snowstorms, Dmitri would still be outside, his eye scanning the frosty environment for threats. This routine of Dmitri soon bore consequences as his health dropped dramatically. However, he didn't want anyone to pity him or think that he was weak so Dmitri kept his painful core secret. The turning point in Dmitri's life was during a great snowstorm in the borders. As always, his comrades were sleeping, and Dmitri himself was sitting atop of the barracks, watching the battering hail ensue. Suddenly, his trained eye, though blurry, saw something within the battering hail... demons of snow. This wasn't an ordinary blizzard, this was a paranormal one. The demons were white in color, their tendrils sharp and encased in permafrost. Their wings were silver like the snow.
Dmitri couldn't believe what he was seeing... The demons were edging towards their barracks ever so silently. Dmitri hopped down the barracks as he began to call for help, but no one responded. The demons were alerted to his presence as they swiftly charged at him. Dmitri took out his sniper rifle, a Mosin-Nagant scoped rifle, and began to skillfully fire at the beasts. The creatures dropped dead one by one as his cries for help were muffled by the growing blizzard. However, the creatures got serious and used their wings for flight. A demon approached Dmitri's blindside as the soldier tumbled and aimed his sniper at the creatures head, but with unfortunate luck, the mechanism in the gun jammed. The demon saw its chance and slashed Dmitri's throat with its frosted talons, making crimson liquid drip from Dmitri's neck.
The soldier fell down to the floor as the last things he heard were the cries of his brethren being slaughtered. The soldier contemplated revenge as Death took hold of him... or so he believed.
Dmitri awoke on a crimson snow. His breath spouted frost as he stood up and saw that the whole barracks was destroyed. Dmitri then realized his new found curse... a curse to make everything he touched turn to red ice. Dmitri had no idea who allowed him to have this second wind, but he smiled.... he could get revenge. The lad traveled for years in search for the trails of these demons, and through this journey, he met a certain family where he was took into. Surprisingly, he began to like these people in his family... because they were like him... different from the rest. The family treated him as a brother, but he decided to serve them as a guard. Knowing that he wasn't there always, Dmitri realized that he could not form solid relationships with them.
However, Dmitri never forgot his mission... and he left his family often because of that. However, he does return now and then to see people... but deep inside, Dmitri knows there's something more to this family than meets the eye.
What Member Of Family: Security Guard(part-time), adopted brother
Crush/Relationship: None
Friend(s): None
Other: Dmitri still carries around with his his Mosin-nagant rifle, along with his bullets. Dmitri is constantly in search for the ice demons that ended him back then, but as of now, he works at Smolensk... smiting any demon he sets his sight to.
Nickname: Whiteout
Age: 310
Gender: Male
Species: Frost Demon
Appearance:
Power(s): Dmitri can encase/cover/afflict anything he touches into ice. In addition, he can manipulate ice as well to do his bidding, however, he can only manipulate ice which came from him. Dmitri's ice can be differentiated from normal ice as his variety is red in color.
History: Dmitri, a russian soldier, was tasked to patrol the russian borders of Smolensk. This tireless russian soldier did all he could as he undertook this biting task with utmost passion. When other soldiers would be napping in the barracks during snowstorms, Dmitri would still be outside, his eye scanning the frosty environment for threats. This routine of Dmitri soon bore consequences as his health dropped dramatically. However, he didn't want anyone to pity him or think that he was weak so Dmitri kept his painful core secret. The turning point in Dmitri's life was during a great snowstorm in the borders. As always, his comrades were sleeping, and Dmitri himself was sitting atop of the barracks, watching the battering hail ensue. Suddenly, his trained eye, though blurry, saw something within the battering hail... demons of snow. This wasn't an ordinary blizzard, this was a paranormal one. The demons were white in color, their tendrils sharp and encased in permafrost. Their wings were silver like the snow.
Dmitri couldn't believe what he was seeing... The demons were edging towards their barracks ever so silently. Dmitri hopped down the barracks as he began to call for help, but no one responded. The demons were alerted to his presence as they swiftly charged at him. Dmitri took out his sniper rifle, a Mosin-Nagant scoped rifle, and began to skillfully fire at the beasts. The creatures dropped dead one by one as his cries for help were muffled by the growing blizzard. However, the creatures got serious and used their wings for flight. A demon approached Dmitri's blindside as the soldier tumbled and aimed his sniper at the creatures head, but with unfortunate luck, the mechanism in the gun jammed. The demon saw its chance and slashed Dmitri's throat with its frosted talons, making crimson liquid drip from Dmitri's neck.
The soldier fell down to the floor as the last things he heard were the cries of his brethren being slaughtered. The soldier contemplated revenge as Death took hold of him... or so he believed.
Dmitri awoke on a crimson snow. His breath spouted frost as he stood up and saw that the whole barracks was destroyed. Dmitri then realized his new found curse... a curse to make everything he touched turn to red ice. Dmitri had no idea who allowed him to have this second wind, but he smiled.... he could get revenge. The lad traveled for years in search for the trails of these demons, and through this journey, he met a certain family where he was took into. Surprisingly, he began to like these people in his family... because they were like him... different from the rest. The family treated him as a brother, but he decided to serve them as a guard. Knowing that he wasn't there always, Dmitri realized that he could not form solid relationships with them.
However, Dmitri never forgot his mission... and he left his family often because of that. However, he does return now and then to see people... but deep inside, Dmitri knows there's something more to this family than meets the eye.
What Member Of Family: Security Guard(part-time), adopted brother
Crush/Relationship: None
Friend(s): None
Other: Dmitri still carries around with his his Mosin-nagant rifle, along with his bullets. Dmitri is constantly in search for the ice demons that ended him back then, but as of now, he works at Smolensk... smiting any demon he sets his sight to.
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