When the walls started to rise, Demetrius seriously began to reconsider coming here in the first place. Whoever this Sarah chick was, she was an enormous show off. How many times was she going to use this damn room anyways? Installing raising walls and moving tables all for what? They invented doors for a reason… So you didn’t have to go moving walls every time you wanted to transition from one room to another. And then why on earth she couldn’t have just set up a normal goddamn table who the hell knows… If it had been up to him, he would have saved the money and given it to charity or something for christ’s sake… It didn’t matter now though, he supposed. Reluctantly he forced himself to stand up and walk over to the center of the room, shaking his head as he did so.

Taking another puff off his vape, Demetrius wondered how his monkey was doing, all alone in that shitty motel. Normally he would have found something 5-star, but for some reason he guessed that they would have had a problem with letting a monkey inside… As if he wasn’t a beautiful, well-mannered, and refined creature. Either way, he was potty-trained, so Demetrius really couldn’t see the problem. But the only thing more boring than this meeting was arguing with the manager of a 5-star hotel about the cleanliness and respectability of your pet monkey, so the motel it was. Plus, they probably had less quips about the enormous light machinegun and set of heavy armor in his suitcases…

Bringing his thoughts back to the task at hand, Demetrius began to pay attention as the information in the presentation took a turn for the worse. Sure, he had come to find out why he was created, and listening to Sarah’s speech about their creation had been worthwhile, but this was something else entirely. Demetrius was no fool, he instantly began to see the pattern in the Ark’s data, and there was definitely something out there with the Ark’s children locked in their sights.

Hopefully his monkey was okay…

“You talk about our purpose like it matters what our creators wanted from us. You talk about us as if we’re anything more than one of the countless other poor bastards out there; wandering aimlessly through these arbitrary boundaries created by our illusory perceptions of space and time… But the truth is, we’re all nothing but a couple of misguided souls hoping to justify our own meaningless existences through the empty notion you call purpose.” Demetrius said, pausing to take another hit from his vape. “Now, why on earth am I spouting this horribly depressing philosophical bullshit, you might ask…” He continued, exhaling as he spoke, “Because I do plan to join up with you, my brothers and sisters. And I plan to fight alongside you as we battle our way through whatever hell that our mysterious enemy might throw at us. And should it be necessary, I will lay down my own life in this struggle. But you all deserve to know that I fight not for honor, or duty. I fight because I have nothing better to live for, and nothing better to die for.”

"With that out of the way, my name is Demetrius. I like monkeys, weed, and playing chess. I was kidnapped and raised by Aegis to wage brutal counterterror operations in before I escaped to The Netherlands where I became a notorious drug-lord operating under the name The Emperor. My favorite flavor of icecream is rocky-road."