MonsieurShade

Modern Witch Hunt

@King Tai I'd be fine with that if the others are.

Don't let me drown (open for more characters)

Name: Dimitri Holmes
Age: 16
Appearance: Dimitri stands at approximately 5'8" and weighs somewhere around one hundred and sixty two pounds. Physique wise, Dimitri is just slightly above average in terms of musculature which stems from the fact that he took up wrestling up until the second semester of his freshman year. He is of biracial descent (african american and caucasian to be specific), with light brown skin, a round face, a few darker brown freckles set over a somewhat flat nose, and dark grey eyes. Dimitri sports shoulder length black dreadlocks that are almost always kept tied back with rubber bands, ribbons, or whatever else he can use in a pinch, and as far as facial hair goes, he lacks any sort of lip hair, but sports the beginnings of a goatee. Common clothing consists of hoodies, t-shirts, cargo pants, and boots or sneakers of varying colors.

Bio: A kid brought up in a normal manner in a normal suburban household, two parents with nice enough jobs, a little brother and sister who drive him up the walls, you know, the usual shit. At some point Dimitri's family noticed something was a bit off with Dimitri. He'd spend hours of his free time hanging around in parks and other wooded areas instead of going out with friends, and he would always come back with some sort of scaly creature or another claiming that it needed food or warmth. His father thought that his son's odd habits could be curbed by taking him out to get a pet, figuring maybe he'd go for a dog or something equally common. Dimitri chose a tokay gecko. Good news is; Dimitri started spending more time with people and less time in the woods, bad news is; Dimitri was caught multiple times having "one sided" conversations with his pet. Psychiatric evaluation was considered, but Dimitri's lack thereof of signs indicating mental issues made the decision difficult. An alternative would be found in Iziel High school where he now attends classes.

Personality: A mellow, if not lazy individual with an odd quirk or two. He's decent enough student if the subject at hand can keep his interest, however his laziness has been known to jeopardize his grades and leave him scrambling to make up the work before it's too late. He loves reptiles, and has made a habit of carrying around his gecko, Minty, around his classes by having her ride around in his hood all day. Nothing seems to bother Dimitri. At all. Ever. It can actually be a bit unnerving at times just how okay with everything this kid seems.

Ability: Capable of conversing with reptiles, and not just him speaking *at* them or ordering them around either: Dimitri could have a full blown conversation with an alligator provided that it didn't go and bite his legs off first. He can sort of do it with birds and amphibians too, but he claims that trying to talk to them is like trying to have a conversation with someone who only speaks pig latin.

Modern Witch Hunt

I bringeth the drama.

Modern Witch Hunt

Dimitri woke with a start as his phone began to buzz loudly on his night stand. The hunter rubbed his reddened eyes and tiredly turned to grab his phone to check the time and see who it was that was calling. One squinting glance at the screen was all it took to cause his heart to sink. It had barely been twenty minutes since he'd gone to sleep, worse still was the fact that the number on the screen was privatized. That usually meant that one of his employers was on the line. Dimitri exhaled loudly through his nostrils and debated just letting the phone continue to buzz. It was a nice thought, but he knew that the next call would be from his father if he failed to answer. He slowly drew his thumb across the screen and pressed the phone to his ear, "This is Cromwell.".

A woman's voice responded, "Mister Cromwell, I hope that i'm not currently interrupting anything important.", "Does sleep count?" He shot back somewhat tersely. Dimitri's brows furrowed a bit as he waited to see how the caller would respond to the deviation from the formal tone he usually used with his employers. "Uh-*ahem* We have a new set of orders for you.", Dimitri rubbed his face with his free hand and inwardly groaned, having hoped that when he was told that he would receive his next mission within the next seventy-two hours that it would have been the next day at the least, "Understood. I'm assuming that it must be something important if you people are calling me instead of just sending the information like you usually do.". There was a shuffling sound on the other end of the line, as if the woman was looking for a specific note or file, "You assume correctly. We're sending to out to apprehend a witch that has been causing a bit of an uproar across homeland. Apparently this one has been publicly making use of her abilities. Reports say that she hasn't used them for anything particularly malicious, however it's starting to cause public opinion to sway the wrong way, not to mention it's beginning to rile up other Magus.". Dimitri swung his feet over his bed and sat up a little straighter, "Sounds problematic. Why hasn't she already been apprehended?" "This one is somewhat of a nomad. We've attempted to intercept her as she moves across the nation, however she either manages to slip away unnoticed or put up enough of a fight to escape custody from local authorities or government agents. We would send out our specialists to handle the matter, however with the media already lying in wait for anything that even implies that we're hunting benevolent witches, we can't afford to be tied to this.", "So you're sending a licensed hunter that's just in it for the money instead of an actual agent.".

Dimitri swore he could hear the woman stifle a chuckle, "More or less. We've reason to believe that this witch is in your area. How you choose to approach the situation is up to you, but we would prefer it if you eliminated this witch. A total of fifty thousand homeland credits will be deposited into your account upon mission completion. Additional details along with a photo of the witch are being sent to you now., "Understood.". As the hunter hung up he felt a coldness begin to creep into his stomach, though the reason as to why escaped him. Another buzz brought Dimitri's attention to the screen just as the picture was brought up. Dimitri almost dropped his phone as he made out the picture of Theodora. The photo was blurry and taken from an extremely odd angle, but it was definitely the witch who had come to his aid earlier. The coldness in his belly was no longer just coldness; it was a solid ball of ice.

Modern Witch Hunt

Sorry for my lack of replies as of late, work has picked up a bit now that winter's coming, and one of my younger snakes got hit with a nasty upper respiratory infection out of nowhere so i've been bending over backwards to quarantine him and ensure the others don't get sick while I treat him. Fuck, vet bills are a bitch and a half when it comes to reptile treatments.

Space Adventures

Rocky's shoulder's and spirits slumped a bit at the news of the planet's oxygen level, though he abruptly ended his self pity party as Charles made his way towards the bay doors and started to go into detail about what was being shipped where. The skalen walked over to a nearby table and moved a few things around before he picked up a metal rod with a bright green button in the center. Rock gently tapped the green button and was quickly greeted by a foot long hardlight screen and a rectangular picture. He tapped the picture with a claw and watched as it rotated, taking on a more 3D design and bringing up a small list of stats. The skalen glimpsed each start before tapping a small indicator that popped up in the upper left corner that read "on". There was a slight rumbling behind Rocky, and as he turned the hover trolly that sat next to the pile of the current planet's shipments hummed to life and began to levitate a few inches off of the ground.

"We delivering toys now? That's...that's a new one if i'm honest. Where do you think these guys got the money to buy an entire crate worth of toys?" Rocky questioned as he went and began to load up the supplies.

Modern Witch Hunt

Having showered and allowed Brutus back into the house, Dimitri now sat cross legged on his bed with nothing more on him than a towel draped over his head, his insulator gloves, and a pair of basketball shorts. In front of Dimitri lied a ziplock bag, a rubber lined cube shaped container sporting an electrical hazard symbol, and his weapon, deactivated and locked into it's open position to allow him to change the battery. The hunter carefully extracted the old battery and placed it in the ziplock bag for later disposal. The plastic bag warped a bit from what heat remained form the device's usage, however luckily for Dimitri it didn't melt, leaving him free to continue his activity.

Dimitri opened up the hazard bearing container and was greeted with three rows of the same sort of battery, each row sporting four seperate units save for the last one, which held three. He deftly plucked another one from the container and rolled it in his gloved hand a bit to ensure there was no external damage, all the while taking a moment to drink in this little miracle of science. The battery itself was fairly small-about the length of his palm, but it held a terrifying amount of energy. Each new battery was capable of running his weapon continuously for about a month on it's lowest setting. At his weapon's highest setting, a flesh and organ scalding 1500 mA, each battery could run the device continuously for about an hour before ceasing to function properly as the batteries themselves could not withstand hear quite as well as the actual weapon they powered.

With a soft yawn Dimitri closed the weapon's battery port and locked it back into place with a firm click. With a fresh battery in place Dimitri held the weapon outwards and calmly pressed the trigger, bringing both ends of the glaive out with the sudden loud noise of metal sliding over metal. He examined both ends of the weapon, ensuring that the bladed portion retained enough of an edge to cut, but not so sharp as to chip easily against something solid, and that the javelin portion of his weapon still sported a sharp tip and durable base. After this came the final test: Dimitri took a moment to gaze at the full power indicator on his weapon before pressing the trigger once more and rolling his thumb along it. Dimitri only stopped once he saw sparks fly, after which he deactivated and collapsed the weapon, content with the knowledge that the rather expensive battery wouldn't have to be replaced early. Now with the last of his tasks finished, Dimitri set the glaive, ziplock bag, and battery container on the nightstand on his bed before he ducked underneath his bedsheets and switched off the lamp. From the corner of his room Dimitri could hear Brutus snoring in his dog bed, and it wasn't long before the hunter followed after, completely unaware of the fact that records regarding him and by extension, the Cromwell family were being viewed by a certain grudge bearing wizard.

Space Adventures

Rocky snorted and rubbed his scaly head with a massive hand as X lamented the shoddy quality of some of the ship's features and inquired about the latest batch of cargo begin shipped, "What's the term the humans use? Preaching to the...chapel? Wait, that don't sound right. Anyway, I got everything packed, but don't know what we've got since I gave Charles the manifest without checking. It'll probably be the usual junk though: edibles, parts for bigger ships, artifacts, might even be a weapon crate or two floating around here somewhere. Pretty sure we'll figure it out when we land.". As if on cue the ship rumbled and came into contact with solid ground, "Speak of the devil. Guess I better go open the bay doors.".

Rocky took a brief moment to peek over X's shoulder to see what the guy was making, working with technology wasn't quite the Skalen's strongest point, however he was hardly opposed to learning about machinery where he could. Hey considered asking about what X was currently cooking up, but with the sound of Charles entering the cargo bay he decided that his main priority was to prep everything for unloading. Rocky turned and ducked back out of the workshop, cutting off Charles with just a few short steps just as he was coming down the stairs. "Gettin' the doors now." Rocky rumbled as he grabbed the remote for the bay doors that danged from the ceiling. The device looked like a toy in Rocky's hands despite the fact that it was the same size and width of a brick, it was also durable like a brick to prevent it being destroyed by Rocky if his attention slipped and he happened to squeeze down on it. The skalen carefully pressed the blinking red button with a claw tipped finger and turned to look at the bay doors expectantly. The cargo hold was slowly flooded with sunlight as the door began to descent outwards to create a ramp. Rocky turned to look at Charles, doing the best he could to give the impression that he was raising his brow, "Please tell me that this is a high oxygen rock. We've got a lot of stuff to unload.".

Modern Witch Hunt

@Theodora_21 S'all good, shit happens.

Modern Witch Hunt

Dimitri gave a sigh that was two parts relief and one part exhaustion as he unlocked the door to his house and stepped in to be met with a wave of warm air and the scent of cinnamon. Dimitri was dead tired: he'd rode a bus from the train station until he was about seven miles away from his house, then he'd proceeded to walk the rest of the way home, taking a few backroads and shortcuts to reduce the seven miles to about four or five. Even after nearly being burned to death earlier, the prolonged exposure the cold night air without a jacket had made the warmth of the home a welcome relief. "Should've fuckin' drove..." He complained to no one in particular. He wasn't being serious however, rather Dimitri complained simply for the sake of complaining, knowing full well that actually using his vehicle to get around during a hunt was just asking to be easily tracked down. For a moment Dimitri felt as though he could simply slump to the floor and fall asleep then and there, however the scramble of claws on the wood flooring of the upper levels of the house served to inform him that there were still other things to be done.

Dimitri walked briskly towards the kitchen -flicking on a few lights as he went- just as Brutus started trotting down the stairs and whining, and was already starting to open the screen door just as the dog reached him. "Hey bud' you been a good boy, yea?" Dimitri said with a tired chuckle before he patted the rhodesian ridgeback on the head. The dog seemed to beam at the show of affection before bolting out into the darkness of Dimitri's backyard. Dimitri didn't bother watching Brutus. At eighty five pounds -most of which was sheer muscle- and a mean streak a mile wide when it came to intruders Dimitri didn't have to worry about the dog being stolen. He also didn't have to worry about Brutus deciding to relieve himself in Dimitri's patio, pool, or grilling area, as there was a nine by nine foot grassless patch in the furthest corner of his backyard that Brutus had been trained to go to.

With his dog preoccupied, Dimitri sauntered over to one of the countertops and set his weapon down on the cool granite before he walked another four feet and opened his fridge to pluck out a bottle of cider, after which he wasted little time popping off the top and chugging half the contents then and there. His thirst temporarily sated Dimitri moved back over to his weapon and set the bottle down a foot away before exiting the kitchen for a well deserved and much needed shower.