Name
Dumitru Czar
Appearance
Source: Tsimmers @ DeviantArtDumitru is prone to making a humble first impression. He is only 5'4 and though his body features some muscle, it also features a slight, but noticeable gut. Hair's long, black and untidy and the dominating thing about his face are not his pointy nose or his goatee, but his glare. Many people have the impression that there's something behind it that is pretty close to incomprehensibility. His skin indicates that he isn't exactly on good terms with the sun. During battle, he tends to protect himself in some kind of flamboyant combination of leather and metal. The former is only very well-kept, the latter one appears to be of either an unknown source or of an unknown alloy.
Age
29
Personality
"When he tells you that something could possibly go wrong, you're already far beyond the point you should have started worrying."In general, he is rather friendly, but a bit shy and wanting to keep his secrets. It is easy to tease him with his appearance which he is aware of, but he is also aware of his intelligence. Though he does posess a considerable fortune, he is far from boasting. Paying his room a visit would reveal that there are more creepy parts more or less hidden in his thinking. He fully embraces the unconventional approach.
Short history
Dumitru was born in a small village on the outskirts of Transylvania, Romania. His parents were, and still are, local landlords with a considerable amount of funding at their disposal. They used a smaller part of it to allow for their single child to receive a superior standard of education once they noticed what a beautiful - and wicked - mind he posessed. It was not that unusual to slay small animals like chicken to find out their inner workings per se, but it was highly unusual for a 7 year old child to do that.
Târgoviște was one of the very major cities in the area at the time and also the residence of the royal household. Dumitru was sent to a monastery in order to 'improve' - a term that likely was invented as a replacement for the more honest, but also more desperately sounding word 'stabilize' - his reasoning while teaching him. They weren't entirely successful. While his passion for crossing some certain limits faded, he seemed to have invented just a replacement one: There was an 'incident', triggered by Dumitru's greed for experiments confirming or falsifying his theories and him gaining access to the monastery's ample supplies of alchemical ingredients, including some of the more rare ones. This would not have happened if Dumitru had not forced his research just into this direction, but the stability margin had turned out to be a lot smaller than initially estimated.
Normally a bunch of severely injured persons, including himself in particular, would have been a really good reason for massive consequences not only affecting him, but also his family. However his actions had started to attract the attention of the emperor's advisors long before, and Mircea I. of Wallachia himself was eager to learn what an interesting new type of explosive Dumitru had invented - there was a war against the Ottoman Empire that had to be won. While it is true that Dumitru did implement some improvements to his majesty's cannons, he made it a condition that this wasn't made public. After the Battle of Rovine, Mircea was superseded by Vlad I. and having lost both his former employer and his will to continue his work for the usurper, he returned home.
Now at an age of only 24, he no longer had to live off his parent's fortunes. Not only Dumitru had earned money, but also a lot of additional knowledge. During his time in the monastery, the man had already made contact with the realm of witches and the possibilites it could provide. He became eager to exploit them and since he could not become a witch himself - being only a genius - he opted for hunting them and their demons. That is what he still does today: Making observations, collecting the knowledge of magicians and samples to feed into his apparatus. There is no personal or familial fate any of them made him suffer from, nor is there personal anger, just the fate of being greedy enough to cross the line. However he pretends to be a 'true' hunter towards strangers.
Signature weapon
He utilizes a large, slow-to-reload, but very advanced looking muzzle-loaded gun to dispense both bullets and miniaturized grenades that are intended to hit the primary target with precision instead of area (though caution is still advisable for bystanders in most cases). For both he has a variety of choices available for different situations, ranging from primitive but cheap lead bullets up to extremely hazardous acid that can eat through steel and otherworldly materials alike, leaving his future samples and guinea pigs much more vulnerable to more conventional ammunition.
Things he looks for in a partner
Basically: nothing. He has no interest, at least none that he is aware of. This does not exclude the possibility that it's just dormant and could surface at a later time or given a charming approach.
Pet/familiar
None