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The Basics
Name: Dmitri Pavlovich
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Human

On-Hand
Daily clothing: Military surplus for the most part, some old KGB memorabilia, specifically, because he likes to play up the image.
Weapon: Semi-auto .38, nine round mag, usually concealed in a belt pouch or hip pocket, a set of eight matching throwing knives, kept in sleeves at the wrists. Keeps a two foot length of lead pipe in the Wagon. Prefers to do things as indirectly as possible.
Equipment: Water resistant watch, binoculars, a thin silver whistle, three canteens, two of holy water, one of vodka.
Extra clothing: Extra shirt and trousers, with a thick wool coat to keep heavy winds at bay.

Elementals and Abilities
Elementals: Water + Lightning
Abilities: Creation & Manipulation of water, Creation of lightning.

Companions: The haunts of past failures.

Biography: Russian mafia member, US Soldier(National Guard), and small time mariner out on the lake. The rest you don't need to know, or don't want to know, probably both. He always seems to be able to know something about what's going on, though usually nothing specific. He can also get items that are hard to acquire, but it all costs him, and it's never cheap enough to be payed off in cash. So he tries not to use his resources unless he has too. He owns a deep blue Volvo XC70 T6, it's surprisingly low profile, fast, and has plenty of cargo space, all highly useful for a mafia man.

Born into the Russian Mob, he's had a rough life so far. He considers the year a good one if he's lost less than three friends that year. He remembers only two good years. Plagued by the horrors he'd seen he signed on with JROTC in highschool. He excelled, and was the top of his class, even in academics. He understands that muscling through a problem is expensive, and with troubles in the mother land increasing, his small branch of the family 
was getting pressured out of Chicago's more profitable districts. His Uncle, the head of the Chicago branch, was a clever weasel of a man, a bit cowardly in a direct confrontation, he was the master of plots, deception, and subterfuge. Dmitri was not as clever as his uncle, but he knew to keep his nose as clean as possible, the men with clean noses lived longer than the others did. 

His uncle didn't like his reluctance to be a family man, but didn't push to hard, so long as he came when called, and didn't mind doing little jobs every now and again. Dmitri had obliged him at every turn so far. Though he wondered how long it could last...[/hider]