[hider=Thuraya Azize][b]Full Name:[/b] Thuraya Azize.
[b]Nicknames/Titles:[/b] Raya.
[b]Occupation:[/b] If necessary.
[b]Birthday:[/b] July  21st
[b]Height:[/b] 5'6"
[b]Weight:[/b] 243lbs
[b]Race:[/b] Nonhuman - Scorpionfolk
[b]Sex/Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Age:[/b] Twenty one.
[b]Sexuality:[/b] Bisexual.
[b]Place of Birth:[/b] H'kela.
[b]Biography:[/b] From birth, things had not been so great, for the young Thuraya Azize. She was a runt among her siblings, yet was given the benefit of the doubt for a few years, to see if she would grow strong like the others. In this time, her mother made no effort to truly care for her, instead looking after her brothers and sisters to make sure they would grow strong like her. Thuraya was left to forage for her own food with minimal help from one of her stronger siblings, and by the age of five, her mother decided she'd be better off dead. She was to be eaten that day, but having seen it coming, Thuraya decided instead, to run. She ran as far as she could in the one day, finding herself in a cave that she would call home for the night. It was alright at first, but soon found that without her siblings' help, hunting and gathering food was going to be an issue.
Several years passed and she clung to her life, swearing to prove her mother wrong. That she could be strong like the others, that she would fight and survive. She managed to just get by. Without money she couldn't live as a true citizen of any civilization, instead taking to the streets, eating left overs that were thrown out, always making her way farther North. Farther from her once-was home, from her family.
A few years of this life style she found herself entering cooler territory. She'd left H'kela and entered Gurata. It was here, in the cold, that her mind started to have thoughts of giving up. She was dirty, malnourished, and dying. Yet despite that, she pressed onward. Her dress torn, tail's armour cracked, body covered in infected wounds, she laid for rest, and thought perhaps she wouldn't wake up. It was that day, however, that she had been found. Fifteen years old, and at last someone had noticed her; a woman by the name of Seryosa. She said that she was a new chief, and when Thuraya had mentioned she'd been alone for ten years she was taken in, cleaned, given food, and her wounds were taken care of. It took over a year for her to recover fully, yet when she did, she took up training to fight, and with this new care she'd been put under, she grew strong. Her will carried her farther than anyone had anticipated from she who claimed to be a runt, and was soon bravely fighting to protect what she had learned to love as her true family.
[b]Personality:[/b] Depending on how well one knows Thuraya, is how she would act, as is with most people. If she doesn't know you, she is fairly quiet. Reserved and secretive making her a little mysterious. She appears as a strong force that doesn't seem to care much about those around her, only wishing to get whatever she's doing, done.
On the other hand, if one were to get closer to her, she would begin to show her true  colours.  Thuraya  is a very up-beat, excitable young woman but can be a bit hard-headed [i]and[/i] hot-headed. She has no qualms with getting her hands dirty, and often times thinks only about what treasures she might find in her adventures. Not to say she isn't a caring individual, of course. If one manages to actually become her friend, she will protect them to the ends of the world, but getting to that point is the hard part. Until one reaches close-friend status, she simply brushes people off. If a traveling companion, she will watch their back, but would not truly risk herself for their sake.
[b]Likes:[/b] Sunbathing, training, being able to protect others, her own strength, traveling.
[b]Dislikes:[/b] Showing her own weakness, cold weather, being alone, the dark.
[b]Skills/Strengths:[/b] Thuraya is a very fast individual. Her tail is her advantage, allowing her to throw it's weight around to also be agile like a cat, though it looks nothing like that when she's running(Due to her tail only really being able to curl or uncurl with very slight movements left or right). As a scorpionfolk, she is able to burrow underground and move efficiently enough, though is roughly a third of her speed if she were on top of the ground. She is physically and mentally strong, training endlessly to become someone who may one day protect everyone she holds dear, with a will that is near impenetrable.
[b]Flaws/Weaknesses:[/b] Thuraya is often cocky in battle, leading her to make stupid moves and silly mistakes. Her strength is not always enough to see her through to victory, because of this. With a will of steel, she is still easily persuaded if the right methods are used. Her love for those close to her are a good point- if they are in danger, it is very likely that she would change her decisions to help keep them safe. That said, she is also rather hot-headed and quick to anger while in the heat of battle. Also, she tries to look cool sometimes and close doors with her tail's stinger, but it gets stuck... more than embarrassing.
[b]Weapons/Equipment:[/b] Thuraya is partial to her giant great sword, Sylvia. It appears to be made for someone roughly twice her height, but she uses it with grace, regardless. She prefers to wear a wrapped top and short skirt under a scalemaille chest piece. A chain belt hangs at her hips holding plates that hang over her thighs, with boots that have platemaille in front, and scale in back, chainmaille joints, and matching gloves. All are battle-worn, yet retain a shine, showing their rusty pink colour.
[b]Appearance:[/b] Thuraya is a slightly-above-average-height young woman. She has a sandy skin tone, with primarily white hair, with dirty blonde low-lights throughout. Her eyes are a bright, glimmering emerald green. Her body is athletically toned though holds her slight hour-glass figure. From the base of her spine, runs a long (roughly four feet in length) scorpion tail, which she tends to leave trailing behind her, curled to hover roughly five inches above the ground.
[b]Theme Songs:[/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJm-g53jCwQ]Rigid Paradise - TAMUSIC[/url]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vm5n4viDMOQ]Desert Journey - Gladiator Soundtrack[/url]
[b]Other:[/b] N/A
[b]Main or Side:[/b] Main.
[b]Username:[/b] Aya the Small[/hider]
[hider=Krissandria Elliott][b]Full Name:[/b] Krissandria Guenevere Estelle Julian Elliott
[b]Nicknames/Titles:[/b] Lady Elliott, or simply Elliott. She has been known to be called “Krissy” but she doesn't care much for nicknames.
[b]Occupation:[/b] Queen's Guard.
[b]Birthday:[/b] April 13th
[b]Height:[/b] 5'11”
[b]Weight:[/b] 130lbs
[b]Race:[/b] Elf.
[b]Sex/Gender:[/b] Female.
[b]Age:[/b] One hundred thirty seven. To a human she may appear roughly twenty five.
[b]Sexuality:[/b] Bisexual.
[b]Place of Birth:[/b] Barcea.
[b]Biography:[/b] From a young age, Krissandria was praised. As far as her parents were concerned, she may as well have been an only child – Though she does have a younger sister. She was, to those around her, completely superior to her younger sister, however, and was focused on because of this. Brought to greatness through training with her father for physical combat, schooled in the ways of magick with her mother, both teaching her the knowledge she would need to rise to her full potential. 
By the age of twelve, she had started training with others who were not her father in physical combat training, as well as taking on her solo training as well. She grew strong, intelligent, capable, and by eighteen, had decided to fully follow her father's footsteps in the Barcean Military. She would give her body and blade for the kingdom as her father had done for over a century before her. It was then, that her life truly began. 
At the age of forty, her younger sister, Alicandriella was born. It was a joyous occasion, and for a few years, everything seemed... right. She took a big part in helping their parents raise little Alice when she had the time, though as she grew older, things seemed off – Krissandria could feel a great power in the girl, but she was unable to do even the most simple spells, she was too frail for any sort of physical training, but her potential in magic seemed very high. This made it all the more odd, that her sister didn't seem capable in doing much of anything. This lead to Krissandria being praised and Alice nearly forgotten- though not entirely. Her sister would care for her, where her parents did not.
Many years passed, and a new king came into power- Olain Serio. During his reign, the war with H'kela started back up. She and her father were both sent out, and she worried for her sister alone with their mother.
She had begun blocking out her emotions during battle. She learned to strike down foes without hesitation. Rising through the ranks relatively quickly, she headed west to take part in the conflict with H'kela, Krissandria pushed her fears aside, and with them a bit of her humanity. She'd fought there, to protect her home and people within it, but most important to her; her younger sister. However she'd lost much in such a short time. Her father died just metres away from her, that's when all her emotion started flooding back. The fight was no longer something she had down to a practiced strategy. It had become less of an intricate science, and brought down to a very simple, low-level math; Axe plus H'kelan, equaled survivability and revenge.
It wasn't until after the battle where her father had died, that she'd realized just how many had fallen around her that day. Both sides of the battlefield were filled with carnage. Bodies strewn, she could almost hear the calls of the dead. They haunted her on her way back to the Barcean capitol, knowing that she would need to deliver the news to her mother and sister. She was not without her own wounds, mind; the right side of her face had been struck, leaving a rather nasty scar. 
Upon her return, she was praised only for a moment by her mother. Long enough to realize that she came bearing bad news of the whereabouts of the woman's husband. She handed her her father's sword and took her leave without a word to Alice, who had been out in the yard practicing her music. A look was all, a small smile at seeing she was alright, and Krissandria headed to the castle to receive additional medical attention as well as give any reports needed. 
After over a decade of fighting, she was pleased to hear that the new Queen would be bringing about peace. If only it would be so simple, though if it was hope for the people, the elven woman wouldn't speak against it. If it would bring a light back to Barcea, then she would accept, and help any way she could.
Her years of fighting would be put to use less and less as the next few years passed, and eventually she was promoted to Queen's Guard. Taking pride in the position, she travelled home to tell her mother of the news – it was then, that she learned of her mother's illness. Despite all the neglect, Alice had been tending to her, yet within a few months, their mother had died. Promising to work hard, for Alice, Krissandria told her sister to live as she wanted, and she would always be there for her, even if she was ever called back into war, she would return to her.
[b]Personality:[/b] Krissandria is a very official woman, who takes her work seriously. She gives herself, body and blade in the name of Barcea, while things are now not quite as they were before she would still gladly give her life to protect the land and it's people. She comes off as very cold, but in truth cares deeply for the well-being of all, yet doesn't like emotion to get in the way of her work. Doing as she's told it's been questioned if she has a mind of her own. While she does think for herself, she isn't one to question orders often, knowing that anything she is sent to do, would be for the good of Barcea.
She is not one to outwardly enjoy jokes or pranks, often times meeting them with straight lips and furrowed brow, gently scolding those who would perform them, though it has been known for her to give a light chuckle afterwards, and maybe even keep the smile for a while...
[b]Likes:[/b] Protecting others, fighting for the good of her nation, being in the company of others, her sister's desserts...
[b]Dislikes:[/b] Failure, informality, disrespect, those who would oppose Barcea.
[b]Skills/Strengths:[/b] Krissandria is adept at magic and physical combat. She is best with pole-arms and healing magic. She is level-headed at nearly all times, able to make critical decisions while under great pressure and stress. She's not easily swayed, and has been known to put up good arguments for her own persuasions.
[b]Flaws/Weaknesses:[/b] While usually level-headed, Krissandria is very prone to putting her own life on the line without a second thought when it comes to her sister, and those of the Serio family. Her vision is not the greatest, due to only having one eye, which puts her at a disadvantage, if anyone is to come toward her on her right side, she may not notice if there is a lot of noise preventing her from hearing them, as she has no peripheral vision.
[b]Weapons/Equipment:[/b] A narrow battle axe with spiked end for either slashing(choppy chop! :D) or piercing damage. Her armour is light, and often worn underneath of her clothing, to appear as though she isn't armoured at all. Preferring a light chainmaille with thin plates along her arms and legs that fit comfortably beneath her clothes.
[b]Appearance:[/b] Krissandria is a serious-looking elf. She has fair skin, an icy, sky-blue eye and lips that only form a smile around those she is close to. Her other eye(right side) is covered by a patch. Other times her expression is straight and professional. She is rather curvy for an elf, yet still is quite lithe. Her platinum-blonde hair reaches to about her waist, but is always kept up off her shoulders in a tight bun at the mid of the back of her head. While serious and battle-worn, there is no doubt about the beauty she holds.
[b]Theme Songs:[/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-NDniCr1ZQ]All Our Days – RWBY Soundtrack[/url]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch/?v=n-Dh3ftkRAs]Flight of the Silverbird – Two Steps From Hell[/url]
[b]Other:[/b] Alicandriella is her everything. While she takes her work very seriously, she would drop everything for her little sister.
[b]Main or Side:[/b] Main.
[b]Username:[/b] Aya the Small[/hider]
[hider=Alicandriella Elliott][b]Full Name:[/b] Alicandriella Leanne Sierra Marie Elliott
[b]Nicknames/Titles:[/b] She also goes by Alice, Ali, Al or Ella.
[b]Occupation:[/b] Baker/Cleric in Training.
[b]Birthday:[/b] May 13th
[b]Height:[/b] 5'9"
[b]Weight:[/b] 115lbs
[b]Race:[/b] Elf.
[b]Sex/Gender:[/b] Female.
[b]Age:[/b] Ninty seven, appears roughly eighteen.
[b]Sexuality:[/b] Heterosexual.
[b]Place of Birth:[/b] Barcea.
[b]Biography:[/b] When Alice was born, she was brought into a warm, loving family environment. She had an older sister who was excited for her birth, and her parents were very supportive and loving... Until she was ten. Alice had a lot of potential, and it was shown from her birth to this point. Within her was an immense amount of magic that those around her could feel just being in her presence, though controlling it was a completely different story. 
She was placed in lessons for healing with the high priestess of the clergy her mother was part of. These lessons lasted many years with little to no progress being made. This of course, began to take a rather large emotional toll on the young elf, especially when the priestess told her mother that she could not be trained. It was then, that while her sister and their father were off training their physical combat abilities, Alice stayed home with their mother, who had taken it upon herself to try and train her. 
More time passed, and in that time, she could see herself failing with every step, and see the disappointment it was causing her family. Slowly she had been pushed to the back of their minds, her sister on the receiving end of all praise from their parents, while Alice would sit outside, practicing her music, her one saving grace with pleasing her mother. She was talented at playing many string and woodwind instruments, favouring her mandolin and penny-whistle. She had never given up on her healing, however. 
As time passed, she began taking up other hobbies, one of her main ones being baking. She started simple, with cookies and cakes, eventually working her way into treasured delicacies that all enjoyed. This hobby went into overdrive along with other cooking abilities, when her father and sister went off to war. She was worried about them, and could use anything to get her mind off of what could happen to either or both of them. She also started taking more walks through the forests, finding herbs and other plants with medicinal properties that she would learn to put into her baking. One way or another, she would heal, and she would achieve her mother's approval. It was there, in the woods, that she started making new friends. The animals of the woods seemed to take a liking to her, and she would talk to them as she took her walks, asking them about the different plants, singing along with their nature song.
The day of her sister's return, Alice was out in the yard practicing her music, playing her mandolin and singing with the birds. She'd gathered a small audience of her animal friends, singing a song of happiness and hope. Birds and bugs singing along, others such as deer and rabbits grazing a short ways away - it was always quite a sight to see, and such a lovely thing to hear, but to her, she was simply just practicing something her mother wanted her to, in the hopes she might please her with something.
It was later in the evening, when Ali returned into the house, that she found her mother with the blade of her father that Krissandria had brought back. Tears still filling the woman's eyes. For the first time in many years, her mother looked upon her with emotions beyond disappointment. She invited the young elf to sit with her, and they sat in silence for a while, Ali being embraced by her. It was an odd feeling, though she returned the loving hold on her. Unfortunately, it didn't last. After their grieving period, her mother became even harder on her, pushing her again to study healing. There was no progress, though she did seem mildly impressed with the baked goods containing the medicinal herbs.
At the age of eighty six, Alice was forced into a care-taker position, her mother fallen ill. She did everything she could for her, including making the best baked goods she'd ever made, perfecting her craft of medicinal baking in the last years of her mother's life. Yet nothing was strong enough to remove the illness. It was toward the end of this time that Krissandria return home to deliver the good news of being promoted to Queen's Guard. While incredibly happy for her sister, she was not herself. For the next few months, Kriss mad more frequent visits home, and once, for a week straight, she stayed with Alicandriella. The second day of the week, their mother passed, and at the end of their week together, Kriss told Alice to live as she wanted. With time, she began to do this, opening a bakery in the capitol with her sister's help financially at first, which soon became a quite well-known shop for both it's medicinal and non-medicinal sweets.
[b]Personality:[/b] Alice is a sweet, polite young woman. Despite her hardships through life she always shows others kindness. She is a very free spirit, able to say what is on her mind without difficulty. She's quite an emotional girl, expressing herself exactly how she's feeling, be it happiness, anger, confusion, sorrow. Ali's one to believe in second chances... And third... and fourth... and tenth... Though despite her giving many chances to people to redeem themselves, she doesn't ever forget what has been done. Simply forgives eternally, which of course, has it's downsides. She is trusting, and has very strong belief that there is good in literally everyone, and makes it her goal to find that good in even the darkest of souls.
[i]She is actually the most precious of cinnamon rolls. As sweet as those she bakes at her shop.[/i]
[b]Likes:[/b] Baking, music, helping others, friends and family, travelling.
[b]Dislikes:[/b] Rude or mean people, bitter foods, violence and fighting.
[b]Skills/Strengths:[/b] Alicandriella is a cleric in training, as such she knows many things that have healing properties, and can do very, very, [i]very[/i] mild healing spells. Her true strength is in baking, though. She has the ability to add medicinal herbs to something as common and tastey as cookies to make getting better taste great and not be a pain - many people often buy these from her shop for children who won't take medicine.
[b]Flaws/Weaknesses:[/b] Literally everything else. Ali is clumbsy, trusting of the wrong people, forgiving to those who don't deserve it, and she can't even protect herself properly when things go poorly. Her healing magic is weak to the point of being nearly non-existant. She can also be a bit absent minded at times while on her walks to gather herbs or other little crafty things like pinecones and flowers, which has more than once, landed her injured in holes and ditches.
[b]Weapons/Equipment:[/b] Krissandria tried to teach her in the art of archery but it went poorly. She now carries a bow when travelling but can't aim very well. She also has taken a liking to maces, though many of them are too heavy for her to lift - her sister got her one made of mythril, though even then it is quite heavy and takes her quite a bit of energy to swing it just once.
[b]Appearance:[/b] Ali is very small. She's taller than most other women she's met, but is beyond lithe and looks rather frail. She has fair skin, sky-blue eyes and long, straight golden-blonde hair that reaches just to her waist often times left down the most up, being a braid or two that act as hair bands. She has a seemingly contagious smile when happy, and even when she's not at her happiest, she still tends to dress in pale greens and pinks, long hoop-skirts that are at the very least, half-way between her knees and ankles, feet covered with brown leather boots with no heel(when she wears shoes, anyway). Over her blouses, she often wears underbust corsets or cinchers, though somtimes does go without, showing that they don't actually alter her form at all. Alice also wears a fair amount of jewelry - silver bangles on both wrists, a couple rings of varying shapes, sizes and colours, as well as many earrings and long chain necklaces with varying charms.
[b]Theme Songs:[/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Os0MDvg0BJA]Have You Ever Seen Me? - Nobuo Uematsu / Risa Ohki[/url]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EkQ-ATEontw]Once You Meet Her - Nobuo Uematsu / Risa Ohki[/url]
[b]Other:[/b] Ali is cute! I: 
[b]Main or Side:[/b] Main.
[b]Username:[/b] Aya the Small[/hider]
[hider=Dimitrius Turner][b]Full Name:[/b] Dimitrius Alexander James Turner
[b]Nicknames/Titles:[/b] Dimi, Dimitri and by only one will he accept "Tritri" as a name. Titles once included Lord, though he now prefers "Sir" for various reasons.
[b]Occupation:[/b] Musician / Resident annoyance.
[b]Birthday:[/b] August 18th.
[b]Height:[/b] 6'3"
[b]Weight:[/b] 176lbs
[b]Race:[/b] Vampire.
[b]Sex/Gender:[/b] Male.
[b]Age:[/b] Appears roughly twenty, is actually just over three hundred years old.
[b]Sexuality:[/b] Pansexual.
[b]Place of Birth:[/b] Barcea.
[b]Biography:[/b] Dimitrius grew up in a good home, with a good family. They cared for him as he did them, and all seemed well in the world. Their land was beautiful and was filled with opportunities for him and his younger sister. They were wealthy, and had everything they needed and wanted. While one would think this would raise spoiled, bratty children, it was quite the opposite. Dimitrius was content just to have his studies and music, taking up both violin and piano at a very young age, as well as his vocals, later adding many more instruments to his arsenal.
He was very close to his sister, in fact she often accompanied his musical pieces with her own vocals, harp or both. This became their main way of bonding into their late childhood. When Dimitrius was thirteen, however, their bonding times would come to a quick end. When he came home after a tutoring session he was left to find the bloody mess in the main foyer of their home, in the middle of it, the body of his mother. 
He searched then, for his father and sister, but was glad to not find his father at all, when he found his sister curled under a counter in the kitchen, behind the doors of a cupboard. She told him what happened; that their parents had gotten into an argument, and that their father had flown into a rage, hitting her down and that was when his sister had fled the room to hide. 
Still young, his mind went rather rash, quickly. Telling his younger sister to visit their neighbours, and good friends of their mother, tell them what happened and that he'd sent her. She nodded in agreement, but he didn't tell her where he would be going. In truth, he had no leads as to which direction to even go at first, so first he would start with that. He'd ask neighbours if they'd seen or heard anything, he'd head farther out based on these findings. Soon enough he was being told that his efforts would be in vain, that he'd never find the man he sought, and die trying. 
By the age of fifteen, two years later, Dimitrius sought a closer friend of his father's, who was able to give a few more answers. Learning that apparently his father had gone into a rage during their last meeting, and they'd fought, before the Lord had fled the scene. There was something 'off' about the Lord who'd fled, and he felt that it was a bit of a demonic presence within him. Dimitrius took this information surprisingly well, and instead of worrying, he chose to request his father's friend to train him in the ways of combat. He was not a very strong boy, but in time he could learn skills to aid him, and he'd always been rather quick on his feet. 
Training commenced the next day, after a proper meal, some tea and a good night's rest. In his time with the man who he also had come to know as friend, Dimitrius learned the art of swordplay well, favouring the rapier, so he opted to master the thin blade's style, which allowed him to use his speed efficiently, for quick, precise attacks. He'd spent two years training, knowing that if what his new friend said was true upon his arrival he stood no chance at stopping his father without the dedication he'd spent. He took very little time to rest during the two years, opting to train on his own, when his mentor needed rest, spending his final day with his friend in rest to regain any energy he would need. 
He'd gathered and followed a few leads while still training, simply to stay on his father's tail best he could, and still it took four more years to find what he'd searched for all this time. Now twenty-one, he stood before his father, grown and determined. He asked questions, many unanswersd - why he'd killed his wife, why he'd left his children, why he'd attacked his friends as well. "I couldn't control myself then, and now I am stronger than you would imagine." the darkness in the man's heart was shown through the crazed look in his eyes as he gazed upon his son with a blood lust. 
Determined to keep his promise of return to his younger sister, he would rid the world of the monstrosity that was their father, and before much more conversation, they engaged in combat.
With the knowledge he'd gained over the years, and what he would now see before him, the once beloved father Dimitrius knew was gone, and instead stood the demonic presence. A vampire with an unquenchable thirst. The battle was short-lived, however. He was no match for a demon. His practice with dodges and parries. precise strikes and quick lunges were nothing. Silver-lined blade burned at opponent's skin, and yet as a final strike, a lunge through the heart met with a tightly gripped hand around the young man's throat. Sword plunged further into his father's heart, and quickly felt an immense pain as his father bit harshly into his flesh. Fearful of death. Fearful of his throat being simply torn from it's place, he let loose a scream and pushed at his father, trying to get away yet at the same time, dragging the blade through the other man's body. Eventually, the two of them fell together, to the ground. 
Darkness overcame his mind, the last thing he heard, the voice of his friend; "begone from this world... my friend." and the sound of blunt object through flesh. He felt nothing. It was not his own, and yet everything went blank afterward. 
He awoke two months later, bandaged in bed, yet when he moved to get up, he felt the restraints on his wrists and ankles. When joined by his combat mentor in the familiar room that had been his own for two years while training, he sought answers; how he had survived, how he'd gotten there, how long he had been out, why he was now restrained - all were easy - he'd been turned, the same as his father, and in the two months he'd been there, he had been very much alive, very active in fact, and very... hungry. For his own safety, Dimitrius had been restrained and kept away from others; now that he was more conscious as himself, he would be able to start learning to control his new being. 
Mind simply fell on his sister, he needed to return to her, but if what was said is true, then there was no way that he would be able to keep her safe. He felt not even his mentor would be safe for long, and that night, decided to find new strength, breaking free of his bonds, and fled the home, fled the village, fled from civilization. 
After running for what seemed like forever, he came across a place - a place that looked like perhaps it might have something for him. Be it strangers to feast upon, or... anything. He'd been without anything to sate his thirst for some time, and was feeling the darkness creep into his mind again. He'd barely made it to the door, before he was met by a servant of some sort, he assumed, and collapsed. Taken inside, he was given what he needed to gain his strength, and was given the privilege of meeting with who he now, in his mind, owed his life for saving him and the countless innocents that he might have slaughtered as a result of being taken over again. 
Karin Renata was her name. A young looking lady, clearly one who did not fear much, especially not him. He asked but one thing of her, and that was for a safe place, where he would not harm others. In return, he would become loyal to her. This was the day his trials of controlling himself began, and his hopes of meeting with his sister again, would be renewed. First, a letter to her, to let her know that he yet lived.
It would be another century before he found that she too, lived. He couldn't decide if her fate had been better than his own, but she seemed well. They've met but twice, since then, to now. but write often.
[b]Personality:[/b] Dimitrius is a man of mixed emotions, yet only tends to show one. His thoughts go a million miles a second, and still is usually shown with a smile across his lips. This is can be a good or a bad thing, depending on the situation. He doesn't seem to care how bad a situation is these days, instead choosing to simply smile through it. Point out the silver linings of even the darkest things, missing people or objects, wars and bloodshed, even individual deaths. It makes him seem a little insensitive, yet if one is to look deeper into those eyes, they would see centuries of sorrow. 
He spends a lot of time surrounding himself with music, as it's the only thing he truly has left from his childhood. He plays his violin the most, second is piano, then all the others. He also took up playing the harp, to remind himself of his younger sister. His music sets him at ease, and if one is to ever see him while playing (which is rare, as he usually shuts himself in his room while doing so), they would see his much more vulnerable, emotional side. His music truly shows everything he is.
While always masking his more vulnerable side with a somewhat inappropriate smile, that's not to say he isn't someone that you can talk to. He is always willing to lend an ear, or shoulder to cry on if one needs it, even if he doesn't know them very well. Taking these moments to refrain from saying anything, rather than something that might offend them. His advice is always heartfelt if asked for, and despite the lie that is his happiness, Dimitrius is a very honest, trustworthy man.
That said, he is not above playful flirting, and being a general ladies' man. He enjoys women and does nothing to truly hide this, though he does keep a much more gentlemanly approach to the matter than others might in an attempt to win their hearts just enough that he might get something out of it. He is not one to truly seek a fully committed relationship, though he is not against the idea entirely...
[b]Likes:[/b] Playful flirting, helping others, all things musical, reading, being alone, his companion Seri-Viva.
[b]Dislikes:[/b] Ignorant beings, what he's become, large crowds, being truly alone, those without an appreciation for art, human foods.
[b]Skills/Strengths:[/b] Dimitrius is incredibly fast, and despite the common conception of vampires being unable to walk in sunlilght, he is one of many exceptions to this rule(though it does weaken him slightly, he will not die or burn in it. Well... unless out too long, but who's not suffered even the slightest of sunburns before?)
His main skills lay in his mind, rather than body however. He's charismatic and talented in both speech and musical entertainment, also he's been recently trying his hand at writing.
[b]Flaws/Weaknesses:[/b] Dimitrius has forced himself to live in a perpetually happy state. While most wouldn't see this as a flaw, it can be shown at all the wrong times, smiles as people are hurt, laughter as they die, which of course, has gotten him into quite a bit of trouble over the last few centuries. 
He is also incredibly cocky about a good many things. What comes back to bite him is when he gets cocky in combat, however. He is not physically strong, instead relying on his speed and precise movements.
As typical as it sounds, wood is a weakness. Though while most vampires would need to be stabbed through the heart with a stake, this still is true for him(who wouldn't die if you shoved a stake through the heart though, honestly?), but much worse. Even the tiniest sliver of a splinter can cause him immense pain, writhing on the ground a he tries to remove it.
He also at the smell or sight of mass amounts of blood, he can lose himself slightly if not properly sated before hand.
[b]Weapons/Equipment:[/b] Dimitrius has a cane that holds his rapier within it. It has an ornate mithril hilt and blade that has silver within it's edge. This does make it extremely dangerous for him to wield, but is the best protection he's ever found(this is the same blade that he used to kill his father, and has done all he could to preserve it. Despite being a roughly three hundred year old blade, it looks as though it's been forged recently.
[b]Appearance:[/b] Dimitrius is a tall, slender man. His face is narrow and slightly long, with sharp features. His nose is straight, centered and pointed at it's tip. Lips are thin, almond shaped eyes that glow a brilliant cerulean. His hair is a dark chestnut brown that hangs pin straight to his waist, pulled back in a low ponytail by a ribbon. He dresses formally at all times preferring a tail coat over vest over a frilled, long-sleeve blouse. Around his neck is often a loose ribbon with jeweled clasp, a bow tie or straight tie. Creased slacks and a pair of black shined dress shoes. He prefers a deep burgundy colour for his suits with a very pale salmon blouse, but has also been seen wearing many other colours as well, though always seem to keep to the darker tones of blues, purples and reds with pale blouse counterparts.
He is always, almost unnervingly clean. Not a single speck of dust or lint can be found on his clothes, and his hair is always neat without a single strand out of place.
[b]Theme Songs:[/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZCfydWF48c]Vivaldi's Four Seasons - Winter[/url]
[b]Other:[/b] Dimitrius has a crow named Seri-Viva who he taught to talk. She's a bit of a smart ass and always seems to be on anyone's side but his, though it's very clear that while she does this, she cares very much for him, as he does her.
The name "Seri" means splendor or brightness, and she was given this name because she brings a light and richness to Dimitrius' life. Viva is simply a shortened nickname of sorts of his sister's second middle name, Vivian.
[b]Main or Side:[/b] Side(?.. xD not really sure)
[b]Username:[/b] Aya the Small[/hider]