[hider=Dmitri Rochdale]
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[color=0355AD]Name[/color]
[indent]Dmitri Rochdale[/indent]
[color=0355AD]Nicknames[/color]
[indent]Dima (friends and family, though he won’t balk if you call him that)[/indent]
[color=0355AD]Age[/color]
[indent]As far as the years have dragged him, his goal still lies ahead (Appears in his thirties)[/indent]
[color=0355AD]Gender[/color]
[indent]Male[/indent]
[color=0355AD]Sexuality[/color]
[indent]Asexual[/indent]
[color=0355AD]Relationship Status[/color]
[indent]Single[/indent]
[color=0355AD]Species[/color]
[indent]Born Vampire[/indent]
[color=0355AD]Appearance Details[/color]
[indent]Dmitri is fairly tall, a bit shorter than his younger brother Mikhail but makes up for it with a more solid, muscular build. He shares the same white hair, pale skin and ice-blue eyes as his siblings, but looks the part of eldest, appearing somewhere in his thirties. He usually wears something between a kind expression and a solemn thousand-yard stare, rarely outwardly emoting beyond a polite smile or disappointed glare. He keeps himself neat and tidy and wears clothes that are simple, but refined; he takes pride in his position, but doesn’t flaunt, usually avoiding jewelry and extravagant clothes unless necessary. [/indent]

[color=0355AD]Personality Traits[/color]
[indent]First and foremost, Dmitri is a gentle soul. Calm and quiet, he takes more after the gentle touch of his mother than the iron fist of his father. Still, he has a commanding presence; though he speaks softly, people tend to listen. Subdued by the centuries of hardship, conflict, and suffering he witnessed his people subjected to, he can seem quiet, even a little somber at times. Still, with others around he does his best to portray the persona of a strong, reliable heir to his father’s throne. 

His calm and mellow demeanour often clashes with his brother’s airy confidence and his sister’s intensity, and he often finds himself playing mediator, a skill that has served him well diplomatically in the past. While he questions his father’s methods and intentions, Dmitri remains loyal to his father and the Society, holding duty above all else.[/indent]

[color=0355AD]Skills[/color]
[indent][list][*]Serenity: Dmitri can keep calm in all manner of situations. Only a few times in his long life has temper or panic gotten the better of him, and he’s great in a crisis.
[*]Approachable: Despite his royal standing, Dmitri has a talent for putting people at ease, a useful skill for an heir trying to build rapport with those below him. 
[*]Leadership: Dmitri is a born leader, people easily fall into step behind him and he holds the responsibility of leading sacrosanct. 
[*]All the physical prowess of a born vampire
[*]Dmitri is trained in a number of combat styles, ranging from traditional swordsmanship and axe weilding to warfare tactics dating back to WWI, and has seen enough action to have prompted him to hang up his sword in favour of peaceful diplomacy. 
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[color=0355AD]Weaknesses[/color]
[indent][list][*]Merciful: Perhaps not a weakness for most, but definitely considered as such by his father, Dmitri is prone to assuming the better in people and usually errs on the generous or merciful side when dealing with them.
[*]Trusting: Dmitri is quicker to trust than is wise for someone in his position, specifically of those he believes to be of good character. As an example, his sister would point to Dmitri’s oddly unwavering trust in his brother Mikhail; luckily, this faithful nature has yet to bite him too badly. [*]Naive: Dmitri holds onto an optimistic, naive hope for peace, not just among the supernatural subjects of the Black Iris, but between them and the humans as well. Even through his hundreds of years and near-constant exposure to vicious, senseless conflict among all manner of people, he is still disappointed when it happens, and still thinks his vision of a world of species united could become a reality. [/list][/indent]

[color=0355AD]History[/color]
[indent]Dmitri clings more to his memory than his brother does, though lacking the uncanny retention of his sister, it still blurs in places. Some memories are crystal clear, like the day his father and the Council commanded all members of the Black Iris Society to retreat into the shadows or the night that he lost his first friend to the stake. Other times, his memory slips; the smoke and shouting of the night his home was raided by villagers with stakes and torches sometimes slides into the hellish cacophony of mortar fire pounding above as he fought in the trenches of World War I. Over the years he’s kept careful journals, and the pressing details of his life are well recorded. 

He was the first child of King Astris Rochdale and his wife, a Russian vampiress whose heritage shone in the names of her children. Dmitri was born some time before the Society ordered its members into hiding, and as such he remembers a time when supernatural species did not hide their nature from their human neighbours. Or at least, not on Council command. But he saw firsthand the barbarism and scorn with which the humans persecuted his people, saw how his own kind and other supernatural species consumed, butchered and cursed them in return. He saw neighbourhood healers strung up as consorts of the Devil, saw entire villages wiped out by gluttonous werewolves, saw vampires steal children only to have themselves and their whole families strung up in the sun for their crimes. What tortured him, though, was that he also saw his people and the humans coexist; a coven of witches who warded their town from evil, a vampiric scholar who uplifted his village with knowledge, werewolf packs who hunted dangerous game for their fellow man when food was scarce, and all along he saw humans who would defend their mythical allies from those who would see them burn. 

Dmitri was heartbroken when the order came to hide from humans, but he understood why it was given; though he had hope that his people could coexist peacefully with humans, it was a time when fear and distrust infected humans and the supernatural alike like a plague, poisoning any and all interaction and dooming it all to conflict. As the years wore on, though, he kept waiting for a time when the world could develop enough for a second chance at coexistence, only to find that history had a dastardly way of repeating itself. 

With members of the Black Iris long faded into myth and superstition, those he saw as war-hungry humans did what they always did and turned on each other. Bloody battles raged with the supernatural safely in the shadows, though they were not impervious to infighting either. The years between conflicts blend together, but one he remembers well was the First World War, a conflict the scope of which neither he nor anyone had ever seen before, nor expected to see again. Unable to escape conscription without arousing suspicion, Dmitri ended up in the trenches, fighting alongside human soldiers. By then he had grown jaded, seeing humans as vicious warmongering beasts beyond salvation, and he expected the deadliest war in human history to only further confirm his suspicions. But, as he fought as well as he could without drawing attention to his superhuman abilities, the incredible determination, courage, and sacrifice of his fellow soldiers showed him a side of humanity he hadn’t seen since before the Black Iris order was given. The lengths they went to to protect and save each other were astounding, and their impossible ability to hold onto morale in the jaws of hell without even the assurance of superhuman resilience to cling to stuck with him long after the war was over. He knew redemption was possible. He just needed to find a way to effect it. 

He abandoned combat altogether after the war ended, turning his focus to diplomacy. There was much work to be done internally before he could even think to turn his intentions to reconciliation with the humans, but to this day he works tirelessly toward his goal, deaf to the disapproval of his father and his peers and eyes focused firmly on the future. [/indent]
[color=0355AD]Misc.[/color]
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Dmitri doesn’t make judgement on species; he sees value and potential in all of his subjects, whether they’ve realized it or not.[/indent][/hider]