Description
Tall and slender, this young man looks no older than about twenty or so and stands just a couple of inches over six feet tall. He carries himself with elegant poise and moves with an unhurried, naturally graceful quality. He has a quiet but powerful presence that tends to draw glances; when he wants to, at least.
His skin is pale and flawlessly smooth, and his features are well-defined. A strong jaw and high, angular cheekbones frame heavy-lidded, chocolate brown eyes with sooty lashes and a full-lipped mouth with a pronounced cupid's bow. His head is crowned by a crop of medium-length, dark and wavy hair, most often left artfully tousled, though it could be tamed into something more formal if needed.
He dresses mostly to fit in with the college crowd, whether mooching around the campus in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie or a little more dressed up and heading out to a bar or a party. His style is pretty monochromatic, and his clothes are typically good quality, reasonably new, and in keeping with the current trends. However, they generally help him blend in rather than stand out.
Background
Dmitri had a reasonably comfortable, middle-class upbringing in Saint Petersburg, Russia. Little in his early life, except for a fascination with old books, would hint at the unusual direction his life would take. He was an excellent student, and once he finished High School, he came to the USA to study Literature at Northwestern University.
Something went wrong along the way, and what began as a light infatuation following an encounter at a party led to him going off the rails. It was a wild ride. One that ended up with him bleeding out on a sacrificial altar in some dank, underground chamber. Luckily for him, while this was an end, it wasn't the end, and he was reborn on that same altar, rising again as a member of clan Mekhet.
Now it's fifteen years later, and the student visa in that well-worn passport is many years expired. His mother still calls and asks why he never visits, but he tells her he's very busy. He still hangs around Northwestern University, stalking the corridors and lingering at the edge of parties. This time, however, it's his own blood cult he's building.
RP Hooks
 From Iron to Steel: He's Russian by birth, though he considers himself fully Americanized at this point. It's not exactly true, though (ICE certainly wouldn't agree), and it's not uncommon to catch him rolling his eyes at his adopted countrymen. His accent is also a dead giveaway.
Prime Mover: He moves in the student crowd, especially around Northwestern University. Sometimes he's lurking in the library. Otherwise, he might be circulating at a party nobody remembers inviting him to. He's built up a decently sized herd that's beginning to coalesce into a small blood cult. Fun!
Study Hard, Party Harder: He's a bookworm by nature, and likes to collect antique volumes. Far from the shy, introverted stereotype, though, Dmitri knows how to have a good time and is usually keen on a good party. He can easily be persuaded to go out on the town, especially if dancing is involved!
That Old Black Magic: He's a keen dabbler in blood sorcery, though one or two of his rituals have often been known to go just a little haywire. He's pretty talented, and they're usually successful, but that doesn't mean there's not an occasional (accidental) eldritch horror or two.
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Vital Stats
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| Full Name:
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Dmitri Kilkov
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| Appears As:
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Dimtri
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| Birth Date:
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November 16th, 1985
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| Apparent Age:
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Twenties
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| Occupation:
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Student(?)
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| Mask:
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Courtesan
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| Dirge:
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Scholar
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| Sphere:
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Vampire
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| Covenant:
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Circle of the Crone
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| Clan:
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Mekhet
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| Coterie:
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None yet.
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Notable Stats
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🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴
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⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️
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Soundtrack
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Sleigh Bells ~ Locust Laced
- A screaming comes a thousand miles
- It might be yours it might be mine
- God forgive but don’t forget
- Your wicked self is rising
- Run rabbit run but you can’t escape
- The wicked way is here to stay
- Run rabbit run on broken legs
- The wicked day is here to stay
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