Sounds good I'll join in the morning since my computer doesn't jive well with Discord so I have to use my phone and I'm in a place where I can't use my phone. Anyway, thanks I can't wait to get this underway.
Appearance: Dmitri is a small, thin young man, one would say lithe. His hair is so dark it bears a certain near red sheen, which he often keeps in a braid to keep it out of his face when studying. He keeps it long, more from not caring to trim it than the desire to wear it long. His eyes are a deep emerald green, full of intelligent curiosity and vigor, and his features delicate, far from world worn and has often been mistaken for a woman, not that he really cares. While not lanky, he has a sort of impish quality to him, and seems to never stop fidgeting be it with his hair, a pen, his books, you name it.
Thanks in no small part to his rather affluent upbringing, Dmitri has a rather prodigious wardrobe, and his mother's influence granted him a certain love for flamboyant fashions, though he prefers to admire than partake. He's not above making a good impression however, and his everyday wear is while eye catching, a simplistic set of form fitted robes over a button down shirt, silk pants, and shoes. The robe serve another purpose other than being a fetching number, within the folds is hidden an array of pockets, scabbards, pouches, and such. He hides knives, quills, pens, scrolls, books, notebooks, sketch pads, and other assorted goodies in the folds of this robe, and has continued to add to it for years ever since he was fifteen. Outside of these everyday clothes, his armor is fitted and well maintained, the pride of a smithy and seamstress.
Personality: Inquisitive to the point of maddening, to himself and everyone around him. While possessing a keen intellect, his is not a quiet sort, his mind simply can't stop working, it won't shut up. Every question that comes into his mind, must be answered. He wants a world without mystery, desiring to pull back the mask from the world around him, and he marches toward this desire with a smile on his face. He always has to solve the next puzzle essentially. His particular passion lies in the aspects of ether, he's fascinated by it and all its applications. As such he's forever experimenting, studying, and cataloging new forms of the ether he comes across and reads about. He suffers from insomia due in no small part to his rushing thought process.
Outside of his studies, he's a polite young man, a little spot spoken, but when talking to others about his passions lights up the room with his childlike enthusiasm. While he prefers to keep to himself, not that he finds people annoying, in fact he loves people, but he's not too keen on the odd looks he manages to garner when he goes into one of his rants. He's happy to join others to festivals and events and has tried to shut his mind up and just enjoy the mundane for a while.
Dmitri has a profound hate for the literate arts. To him the dreamed up fantasies of another mind only clutters the world and distracts from the important things in life. He's blunt about this odd hate in an ironic turn.
Background: Born to a family of artisans, particularly the son of successful seamstress and respected gunsmith, he's been afforded an affluent life. His mother and father both strove for him to work in their chosen field, he proved silver at both, catching on quickly but found no passion in it. The ether aspect of his parents job, how his father summoned the ether hot enough to craft weapons, armor, and tools and how his mother used basic ether manipulation to weave needles through the air. It fascinated him and he caught on quick, teaching himself from simply watching his mother. In weeks he was weaving toys and items through the air with some skill.
Curious little tyke that he was, Dmitri enjoyed sitting for hours watching his parents work, but more to take in the ether they wielded how they did it, what it took to bring it forth. Every book, scroll, word of wisdom from anyone with skill and an ear to listen, any scrap of information he could get his hands on where ether was concerned he pursued. He put his mind to other things however, physical philosophy, chemistry, etc.
Dmitri's decision to to go into the priesthood was... shocking to his parents to say the least. His family was what would call, politely religious, they paid homage to Varya because it was what one did, and he never showed interest until one day he decided to go in. Dmitri's reasons were stickily logical, if he wanted to understand ether and its applications, he'd need to understand all its forms he'd need access to them, beig in Inquesition would afford him that opportunity.
Talents/Ethereal Abilities:
Born Artisan: While no legendary artisan, his parents teachings, training, and his own forays into tinkering with guns and late nights spent stitching and devising creative ways to hide pens and quills on his person have made him an adept craftsman. He's even begun altering his armor and uniform by adding pockets, patches, scabbards, and even holsters, all hidden from sight. He's handy as a gunsmith even, crafted his own pistols and will be adept at managing the guns of his crew.
Marksman: Growing up in the respected gunsmith came with an obligation to know how to shoot, going into the Inquisition further galvanized this desire. His obsessive personality made becoming efficient, even damn good at this particular skill made it a matter of time.
Low Intensity:
Telekinesis: A master at this spell through intense practice and the every day application for years. He lacks real strength with this spell yes, but his finesse and fine manipulation has proven quite something to see. He can manipulate several objects at once with perfect precision.
Concussive Ether: No finesse, and all power, this is a simple blast of ether used more to push someone away than to outright harm them.
Molecular Cipher: By gently enveloping an object in ether, Dmitri can discern the elements and properties of said object. When focusing on complex machinery, he can discern its parts, how they work, and the like. It's partly what makes his tinkering so effective.
Medium Intensity: Discerning Eye: Practice, study, and a gift for manipulating ether has developed a unique skill in Dmitri. Upon seeing someone using unique forms of ether, he can mimic these applications through sight alone, though not as powerful or effectively as the originator.
Metallic Anchor: A specialized telekinetic spell that "anchors" ten metal shards to Dmitri's ether signature, making it so he can use them alone. He can manipulate them with his usual precision but the anchor is very difficult to break. What makes this so unique is he can sense where they are, feel them in a way.
Sealed Shield: A shield spell he devised by using slips of paper to form a seal. Powerful enough to dead stop bullets from most guns and most spells. Incredibly powerful, the key is the five slips of paper that form the shield, destroy any one of these and the spell not only fails but backfires in a concussive blast that makes a grenade look like a firecracker.
High Intensity:
Fractured Mind: Dmitri isn't sure if this a psychotic break born of his mind starting to unravel, or an effect of the ether he's constantly experimenting with, with some focus Dmitri can split his mind. In doing this each piece- lets call them minor minds- are able to focus on a single task, a train of thought. For instance one minor mind will control the body, movement and such, another will control when and where and what certain spells will do, the third will work up strategy. Each minor mind can communicate with its siblings, and each is Dmitri every sense of the word. His mind is oddly quiet, content when he activates this ability but the ethereal burnout is devastating is he stays in this state for too long.
Dmitri's Weapon: While his small armory of pistols, knives, and sucharen't useful, some tinkering with telekinesis led him to develop a unique sort of weapon. On his person Dmitri has ten razor sharp and irregularly proportioned shards of metal. The alloy is Dmitri's secret and the key to the paling they are affected by, when Dmitri "calls" to them they form a slender blade the size of a large dagger. He can swirl them around at blinding speeds, a feat amde possible becouase he can se in his mind at all times where each metal shard is.
Personal Seal: The golden apple of the tree of knowledge. "It's better to know and be cursed, than ignorant and blessed."
Character Relationships:
Sonya and Ivan Kadlek: his loving, yet pragmatic parents. Still maintains a healthy relationship with both and has their blessing in his endeavors.
419 years old (appears to be in her early thirties)
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Asexual
Relationship Status
Single
Species
Witch
Appearance
Katherine is a tall, thin woman of clear french decent. Her skin is pale and smooth, her features, sharp, and carries the severe countenance one would consider on par with the Quote "dragon lady." She has an athletic physique akin to professional dancers and a natural grace. Her sense of fashion is a comfortable selection of suit pants, button-down shirts with the sleeves rolled up, and a tasteful vest to complete the look; not one for flashy jewelry, the only thing she wears is a family pendant around her neck, a simple gold cameo of her great-great grandmother. She keeps her hair short and slicked back with aromatic oils, preffering the professional look. Most of her upper body is covered in vines dotted with black roses that climb up her back, around her belly, and up to her wrists. These seem to originate from around the crescent moon mark she bears in the center of her back.
Personality Traits
If one would ask Ms. Brekker what her virtue is, she would say her passionate drive toward her goals; the honest truth is her god is ambition. A cut throat business woman to her core, Katherine wouldn't think twice about doing what is necessary to accomplish her goals. that isn't to say she's a cruel or evil woman, more ao focused to the task at hand. Truly she believes she has the best interests of her kind (and the vampires and werewolves as well) at heart. Cunning and pragmatic, Katheirne bears a special hate for hunters and has dedicated her families meager holdings toward hunting the hunters, or contracting assassins to take them out. While she prefers to remain in the background, a figure in the shadows as it were, she's not above revealing herself to particularly aggravating quarry or the sort that has earned her begrudging respect. Respect the hunters she does, as they have proven canny, and capable.
Skills
Manipulation of information and people. In her line a work a silver tongue and eye for details is a key skill, one would say pivotal. Her ability to manipulate is on par with professional cons and if she hadn't gotten into the information business she would have become a grifter.
Gardening, a hobby, passion, and the key to her more perverse tools of assassination and torture. The family magic is based around the growing, care, and creation of unique flowering plants that are as deadly as they are beautiful.
A learned knife-fighter.
Illusion based magic and the manipulation of the senses.
Weaknesses
Katherine has a deep and crippling phobia of fire. Whenever she sees fire, or even smells smoke Katherine will begin to hyperventilate and lock up on the spot.
History
Born at the height of the witch hunts in Europe, her coven lived a peaceful life in the French countryside, selling herbs and remidies to travelers. Kind to travelers and offering meals to anyone that asked, they were peaceful and Katherine was taught to never turn away those in need. After taking in a local farmer whom had broken his leg, Katherine accidentally revealed her ability to cast magic to the old man. The old man didn't react beyond restrained wonder and Katherine out it out her mind. The man left their home a week later, healed enough to make the journey back to his farm. That following night, men descended on their coven's camp with torches and steel. They burned her mother's garden, her mother with it. She would never forget the unearthly screams her mother manged before her flaming body stopped moving. The coven scattered into the night and Katherine lost her father to the chaos. Days she spent wandered the woodlands, getting by on what she could manage from nature.
For the next century the young witch would learn the cruel necessities of the world, she plied her once thought useless magic at manipulating the senses and became something of a con in the realm of man. Theft and lies became her truths, her means of making ends meet. this would evolve into a taste for blood as killing others in secret was much more profitable, and a good outlet for the anger and sorrow contained in her. One night she would find a cause beyond money and survival when she would stumble upon another coven, rather than burned outright they were bound in irons and in cages to be out through a trail, and then burned at the stake. She stole away into the jail, slit the throats of the guards and freed the other witches. It would be here she would learn of the hunters, one in particular, a man simply known as Lockwood. She would follow his activities, intent to end his life, but he would prove a deadly adversary, almost her last, and a teacher of sorts. Across the France they chased one another for the better part of a year as she built up a network until the night she was able to get her knives into him.