Post by Dmitriy Khiteev on May 15, 2012 14:10:40 GMT -5
✓►PLAYER◄
Username: Oeste.
Preferred method of contact: AIM - versuswest
How did you find us: A BRPS post over on Livejournal. X)
Codeword: Howl!
✓►CHARACTER◄
Name: Dmitriy Khiteev.
Nicknames: Dimi, Dima, Dubs.
Online handles: Koiot, Dubious.
Date of birth/age: July 14, 1987/25 years old.
Gender: Male, cis.
Sexuality: Bisexual. Publically identifies as heterosexual, save to those he trusts or when more anonymous online.
Job: Full-time Home & Gardening Store 'Team Member'.
Degrees/Permits: High school diploma, about half of his required credits for a Bachelor's degree. Florida driver's license, unused. US citizenship.
Languages Spoken:
Human or shifter: Shifter.
Appearance:
PB: Yuri Pleskev
Standing six foot two and weighing in at just a few pounds too few to be described as anything but 'skinny', Dmitriy makes for a somewhat angular (if not particularly imposing) sight.
His narrow green eyes peer out from underneath heavy lids, dark circles forever clinging stubbornly just below. His long nose crooks slightly to the right - it was broken several years ago and never set back quite all-the-way centered.
Dmitriy's easy grin wanders to the side as well, and with high cheekbones and a pointed chin his face is just a bit too tall for itself. Thick brows and fluffy reddish-brown hair (usually kept cropped short) help to round out his features somewhat.
Shaking hands with the man would reveal palms thick with callous and knuckles abraded by old scars. Dirt can usually be found wedged deeply beneath his short, neatly trimmed nails and ground into the cracks of his skin.
When not at work, Dmitriy favors hoodies in various dark shades (though his favorite is a particularly garish bright green). It's not uncommon to see him complaining of the warm climate while swaddling himself illogically in a fleecey sweatshirt. After all, sometimes you have to sacrifice being cool to be cool, yeah? At least that's what he'll say. It takes some seriously hot weather to get Dimi to ditch sleeves entirely - both of his arms are riddled with discolored track mark scarring.
Dmitriy usually wears a large, plain titanium ring on his thumb or middle finger. There's a small star engraved on the inside of the band. It's cheap as all hell, but there's something to be said for its sentimental value.
Personality:
Impulsive, loyal, and honest to a fault (at least in his opinions of others), Dmitriy is anything but subtle.
No one would be likely to accuse the man of an overabundance of brains - or even common sense - but while things like 'planning ahead' or 'connecting actions to their consequences' seem to dangle forever just out of his reach, Dmitriy's not stupid. Well. Not entirely. Maybe. Sort of?
Okay, so the guy's not the sharpest pair of scissors. But he gets by.
He's quick to throw a punch, slow to let a grudge fade, and has gotten in his share of trouble for both. Which is alright with him - Dimi lives for trouble. He's an escapist who craves excitement and is finding far too little of it for his liking as of late. The trouble with trouble is that, well, you get in trouble...but there's still something to be said for not being chained down to the mundane. As much as he appreciates the better place he's been in lately, the utter boredom of it all is wearing a holy through Dimi's skull that just makes it easier for him to justify bad decisions.
Outgoing, prone to the absurd, and more than a bit of a jerk, Dimi still means well, and wants to see a positive change in the world. The issue is primarily that he wants it in a very passive way, and doesn't really believe it'll ever arrive. An optimistic cynic, Dimi's views are as confused and contradictory as those of a cyborg luddite.
Dmitriy is of the firm opinion that learning from your mistakes is a waste of time, and that filters are for other people. Some people run their mouths off under stress. His does marathons.
His distrust of authority has led him away from organized religion of just about every type, but while he doesn't believe in a deity, Dmitriy retains a healthy appetite for superstition. His life is structured around chance and circumstance, and he reads into coincidence far more than is healthy or rational.
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
History:
The only child to Russian immigrants, Dmitriy has spent most of his life living in the United States.
He doesn't really remember that much about Russia, or even New York where his family first spent a year. Dmitriy was five when the Khiteevs moved to Seattle so that his software engineer father could begin a job with Microsoft.
His parents pushed heavily for Dmitriy to assimilate into American culture - speaking to him primarily in English and encouraging him to make friends outside of the largely Church-centric local Russian community.
Both Dmitriy's mother and father are adherents of the Russian Orthodox Church, and although neither was particularly enthusiastic, they ensured that Dimi regularly attended mass. Dmitriy's mother and his friends at school were his main exposure to outside religious ideas - his mother came from a strict Molokan family that objected to her marrying outside of the faith. Both sides of Dmitriy's extended family are somewhat estranged - he does not speak to his mother's family, and his familiarity with his father's side is distant at best.
Dimitriy largely slacked off through high school, although by virtue of test scores and a recommendation letter that was better than he deserved, he managed to scrape his way into admittance to the University of Washington where he began pursuing a degree in chemistry.
Dmitriy was in his sophomore year (trying to balance a healthy courseload of getting stoned and studying organic chem) when Versi swept the globe.
It hit him hard.
After a week or so of the fever, Dimi was grateful to find his family had all survived unscathed. He was less pleased to find himself losing control of his own human shape. Dmitri's first shift came as an unhappy surprise, as did his resulting instability.
Dmitriy was unable to maintain either shape - human or coyote - for more than a few hours' time. The experience was an incredibly unpleasant one for himself and his family. Dmitriy found himself no longer able to work, attend school, or even live on his own as opposable thumbs were suddenly no longer something that he could regularly count on having. It was several months before Dmitriy's forms were stable enough to be maintained for any length of time, and longer still until he was able to consciously resist and trigger his shifts. He increasingly improved his control, but the experience left him shaken.
Facing new ostracism from the community at large, Dmitriy soon began seeking even more heavily anything that would get him away from the worries of the present. When old vices began to pose new problems, he followed the natural course and turned to new vices. Eventually this led him to heroin.
Dmitriy dropped out of college. What followed was a year or two of rough living that he doesn't much like to discuss. Eventually arrested for possession, Dmitriy lucked out with his lawyer and was sentenced to only a short amount of prison time with mandatory drug counseling.
After getting clean and getting out, Dmitriy decided his life needed a radical change. With the financial help of his parents, he hitched a ride with a friend moving to Florida, and after couch-surfing for a while he managed to land a job at a home and garden store and slowly begin to build a new life.
These days he lives a mostly quiet life, spending a lot of time dicking around on the internet and frequenting various chatrooms with only occasional wild nights of drinking too much and picking fights. He attends an Anonymous support group, gardens, reads awful romance novels, attempts to write even worse ones, spends his days off tearing around outside (in either form) and is slowly boring himself out of his tiny little mind.
While Dmitriy greatly enjoys the upsides of his animal form and doesn't usually deny his shifter status if confronted, he isn't entirely open or happy about his shifting. He thinks that those who ignore the downsides are deluding themselves, and even he recognizes the dangers of wearing his infection on his sleeve, so to speak.
He spends a fair amount of time wishing he'd just gotten a flu shot.
✓►SHIFTER◄
Species: Coyote (Canis latrans).
Group: Mammals.
Conservation status: Not protected/least.
Appearance:
Greeting the locals.
Abilities:
Dmitriy's sense of smell has always been terrible, and shifting into a creature largely reliant on scent did unfortunately little to change matters.
He swears his already above-average hearing has only gotten sharper, but then again he also swears he's seen Sasquatch, Mothman and the Jersey Devil. It's worth taking any assertions there with a grain (or pound) of salt.
[Note: His hearing is not actually sharper at this point in time.]
He hasn't noticed any significant changes in his strength or appearance, but it can't be denied that Dmitriy moves a hell of a lot more quickly on his feet than he used to.
And simple hobby jogging alone really shouldn't be leaving him with that kind of endurance - especially as he's a regular smoker. Goodness only knows what his stamina might be like if he weren't so stubborn with his tobacco habit.
Dmitriy likes to think he has pretty good control of his shifting, on the whole.
It took quite a while for him to get to that point, but he doesn't usually change out of the blue these days unless he's injured, on hallucinogenic drugs, or severely rattled. When he is injured, Dimi has difficulty staying in either form for very long, which can greatly complicate the healing process.
His immune system isn't quite what it was before Versi. If there's a bug going around, he's almost guaranteed to catch it - though one might be hard-pressed to tell cold symptoms from his usual array of allergies.
Most of them are pollen-based (with the exception of a particularly annoying dermatitis reaction to THC), and all started up after he contracted Versi. He harbors a sneaking suspicion that he's at least partly allergic to his own shifted fur.
Dmitriy usually sleeps naked, because about half of the time he'll wake up to find himself shifted. What isn't a problem to control in the day becomes rather routine at night.
He has a tendency to pick up fleas and other pests, though he does his best to get rid of them quickly.
Username: Oeste.
Preferred method of contact: AIM - versuswest
How did you find us: A BRPS post over on Livejournal. X)
Codeword: Howl!
✓►CHARACTER◄
Name: Dmitriy Khiteev.
Nicknames: Dimi, Dima, Dubs.
Online handles: Koiot, Dubious.
Date of birth/age: July 14, 1987/25 years old.
Gender: Male, cis.
Sexuality: Bisexual. Publically identifies as heterosexual, save to those he trusts or when more anonymous online.
Job: Full-time Home & Gardening Store 'Team Member'.
Degrees/Permits: High school diploma, about half of his required credits for a Bachelor's degree. Florida driver's license, unused. US citizenship.
Languages Spoken:
- English - Fluent & Literate.
- Russian - Fluent & Literate.
- Spanish - Very much not fluent. He knows how to ask where the bathroom is and order food. That's really about it.
Human or shifter: Shifter.
Appearance:
PB: Yuri Pleskev
Standing six foot two and weighing in at just a few pounds too few to be described as anything but 'skinny', Dmitriy makes for a somewhat angular (if not particularly imposing) sight.
His narrow green eyes peer out from underneath heavy lids, dark circles forever clinging stubbornly just below. His long nose crooks slightly to the right - it was broken several years ago and never set back quite all-the-way centered.
Dmitriy's easy grin wanders to the side as well, and with high cheekbones and a pointed chin his face is just a bit too tall for itself. Thick brows and fluffy reddish-brown hair (usually kept cropped short) help to round out his features somewhat.
Shaking hands with the man would reveal palms thick with callous and knuckles abraded by old scars. Dirt can usually be found wedged deeply beneath his short, neatly trimmed nails and ground into the cracks of his skin.
When not at work, Dmitriy favors hoodies in various dark shades (though his favorite is a particularly garish bright green). It's not uncommon to see him complaining of the warm climate while swaddling himself illogically in a fleecey sweatshirt. After all, sometimes you have to sacrifice being cool to be cool, yeah? At least that's what he'll say. It takes some seriously hot weather to get Dimi to ditch sleeves entirely - both of his arms are riddled with discolored track mark scarring.
Dmitriy usually wears a large, plain titanium ring on his thumb or middle finger. There's a small star engraved on the inside of the band. It's cheap as all hell, but there's something to be said for its sentimental value.
Personality:
Impulsive, loyal, and honest to a fault (at least in his opinions of others), Dmitriy is anything but subtle.
No one would be likely to accuse the man of an overabundance of brains - or even common sense - but while things like 'planning ahead' or 'connecting actions to their consequences' seem to dangle forever just out of his reach, Dmitriy's not stupid. Well. Not entirely. Maybe. Sort of?
Okay, so the guy's not the sharpest pair of scissors. But he gets by.
He's quick to throw a punch, slow to let a grudge fade, and has gotten in his share of trouble for both. Which is alright with him - Dimi lives for trouble. He's an escapist who craves excitement and is finding far too little of it for his liking as of late. The trouble with trouble is that, well, you get in trouble...but there's still something to be said for not being chained down to the mundane. As much as he appreciates the better place he's been in lately, the utter boredom of it all is wearing a holy through Dimi's skull that just makes it easier for him to justify bad decisions.
Outgoing, prone to the absurd, and more than a bit of a jerk, Dimi still means well, and wants to see a positive change in the world. The issue is primarily that he wants it in a very passive way, and doesn't really believe it'll ever arrive. An optimistic cynic, Dimi's views are as confused and contradictory as those of a cyborg luddite.
Dmitriy is of the firm opinion that learning from your mistakes is a waste of time, and that filters are for other people. Some people run their mouths off under stress. His does marathons.
His distrust of authority has led him away from organized religion of just about every type, but while he doesn't believe in a deity, Dmitriy retains a healthy appetite for superstition. His life is structured around chance and circumstance, and he reads into coincidence far more than is healthy or rational.
Strengths:
- Green thumb? How about a green middle finger? Practical knowledge and an unquantifiable knack have left Dmitri with an avid love for plants and the ability to grow just about any of them with the proper preparations.
- 'Tenacious D' would be a terrible referential nickname, but the adjective fits Dmitriy well. He's easy to put down, but a lot harder to keep there. If he's able to physically stand, he will, even if it only leads to more hurt in the end. Part of it's pride, part of it's spite, and the rest is sheer bull-headedness.
- Dmitriy is dexterous and quick on his feet - quicker than a normal human should be. He also knows his way around a fistfight and can take a punch or four...though land a few too many hard blows and he's likely to fuzz out involuntarily. He's firmly of the belief that crying about 'dirty fighting' is for people who don't know how to throw a good headbutt.
- Reads, writes and speaks fluent Russian, albeit with an American accent.
- Has a pretty good grasp of college level chemistry, though he's more likely to tell someone to fuck off than actually ever use it.
- Speedy typist. Aww yeah.
- Resilient liver. Seriously, that fucker's put up with a lot in its time. Someone get it a medal. Or like, one of those stickers in the shape of one that they give out to little kids.
Weaknesses:
- A hot temper seldom works out all that well for the one wielding it.
- Abandonment issues. Dmitriy is terrified of losing the people that he has in his life, and often gets too 'clingy' even with people that he dislikes, as long as they're a constant presence.
- Technologically inept, by and large. He's the guy who asks IT why his computer won't charge when it isn't plugged in.
- Weak sense of smell and taste - If he's complimenting the subtle flavors of your dish, he's probably bullshitting. He's less likely to be able to identify other shifters by scent, and his navigational skills as a coyote are less than stellar.
- Dmitriy's criminal record makes getting hired, getting credit, and really getting much of anywhere that much more difficult.
- Poor decision-making skills are just a fact of Dimi's life. What? People, like, connect actions with their consequences? It's not so much that he's a slow learner as that he's stubborn as fuck to accept what he's learned.
- Dmitriy has a mild fear of heights. He'll scramble up it with absolutely no issues, as long as he doesn't look down. Getting back down is another story. You'd think he was a treed cat, not a coyote.
- Dmitriy is a recovering addict with issues with both heroin and prescription painkillers. This has medical, social, legal and emotional implications for him - none of which are beneficial.
- It's a fine line between 'outgoing and unfiltered' and 'abrasive jackass'. A fine line he completely misses. What are these lines that you speak of? Can you eat them?
- Dmitriy has pretty good control over his shifting, for the most part. But when that control is shaken off, it's very difficult for him to regain. If he gets pushed into a situation where he has difficulty maintaining a single shape at all, that difficulty is likely to persist. The fear and anxiety that result from such a situation only exacerbate it, and he can be quite hard to calm.
History:
The only child to Russian immigrants, Dmitriy has spent most of his life living in the United States.
He doesn't really remember that much about Russia, or even New York where his family first spent a year. Dmitriy was five when the Khiteevs moved to Seattle so that his software engineer father could begin a job with Microsoft.
His parents pushed heavily for Dmitriy to assimilate into American culture - speaking to him primarily in English and encouraging him to make friends outside of the largely Church-centric local Russian community.
Both Dmitriy's mother and father are adherents of the Russian Orthodox Church, and although neither was particularly enthusiastic, they ensured that Dimi regularly attended mass. Dmitriy's mother and his friends at school were his main exposure to outside religious ideas - his mother came from a strict Molokan family that objected to her marrying outside of the faith. Both sides of Dmitriy's extended family are somewhat estranged - he does not speak to his mother's family, and his familiarity with his father's side is distant at best.
Dimitriy largely slacked off through high school, although by virtue of test scores and a recommendation letter that was better than he deserved, he managed to scrape his way into admittance to the University of Washington where he began pursuing a degree in chemistry.
Dmitriy was in his sophomore year (trying to balance a healthy courseload of getting stoned and studying organic chem) when Versi swept the globe.
It hit him hard.
After a week or so of the fever, Dimi was grateful to find his family had all survived unscathed. He was less pleased to find himself losing control of his own human shape. Dmitri's first shift came as an unhappy surprise, as did his resulting instability.
Dmitriy was unable to maintain either shape - human or coyote - for more than a few hours' time. The experience was an incredibly unpleasant one for himself and his family. Dmitriy found himself no longer able to work, attend school, or even live on his own as opposable thumbs were suddenly no longer something that he could regularly count on having. It was several months before Dmitriy's forms were stable enough to be maintained for any length of time, and longer still until he was able to consciously resist and trigger his shifts. He increasingly improved his control, but the experience left him shaken.
Facing new ostracism from the community at large, Dmitriy soon began seeking even more heavily anything that would get him away from the worries of the present. When old vices began to pose new problems, he followed the natural course and turned to new vices. Eventually this led him to heroin.
Dmitriy dropped out of college. What followed was a year or two of rough living that he doesn't much like to discuss. Eventually arrested for possession, Dmitriy lucked out with his lawyer and was sentenced to only a short amount of prison time with mandatory drug counseling.
After getting clean and getting out, Dmitriy decided his life needed a radical change. With the financial help of his parents, he hitched a ride with a friend moving to Florida, and after couch-surfing for a while he managed to land a job at a home and garden store and slowly begin to build a new life.
These days he lives a mostly quiet life, spending a lot of time dicking around on the internet and frequenting various chatrooms with only occasional wild nights of drinking too much and picking fights. He attends an Anonymous support group, gardens, reads awful romance novels, attempts to write even worse ones, spends his days off tearing around outside (in either form) and is slowly boring himself out of his tiny little mind.
While Dmitriy greatly enjoys the upsides of his animal form and doesn't usually deny his shifter status if confronted, he isn't entirely open or happy about his shifting. He thinks that those who ignore the downsides are deluding themselves, and even he recognizes the dangers of wearing his infection on his sleeve, so to speak.
He spends a fair amount of time wishing he'd just gotten a flu shot.
✓►SHIFTER◄
Species: Coyote (Canis latrans).
Group: Mammals.
Conservation status: Not protected/least.
Appearance:
Greeting the locals.
Abilities:
Dmitriy's sense of smell has always been terrible, and shifting into a creature largely reliant on scent did unfortunately little to change matters.
He swears his already above-average hearing has only gotten sharper, but then again he also swears he's seen Sasquatch, Mothman and the Jersey Devil. It's worth taking any assertions there with a grain (or pound) of salt.
[Note: His hearing is not actually sharper at this point in time.]
He hasn't noticed any significant changes in his strength or appearance, but it can't be denied that Dmitriy moves a hell of a lot more quickly on his feet than he used to.
And simple hobby jogging alone really shouldn't be leaving him with that kind of endurance - especially as he's a regular smoker. Goodness only knows what his stamina might be like if he weren't so stubborn with his tobacco habit.
Dmitriy likes to think he has pretty good control of his shifting, on the whole.
It took quite a while for him to get to that point, but he doesn't usually change out of the blue these days unless he's injured, on hallucinogenic drugs, or severely rattled. When he is injured, Dimi has difficulty staying in either form for very long, which can greatly complicate the healing process.
His immune system isn't quite what it was before Versi. If there's a bug going around, he's almost guaranteed to catch it - though one might be hard-pressed to tell cold symptoms from his usual array of allergies.
Most of them are pollen-based (with the exception of a particularly annoying dermatitis reaction to THC), and all started up after he contracted Versi. He harbors a sneaking suspicion that he's at least partly allergic to his own shifted fur.
Dmitriy usually sleeps naked, because about half of the time he'll wake up to find himself shifted. What isn't a problem to control in the day becomes rather routine at night.
He has a tendency to pick up fleas and other pests, though he does his best to get rid of them quickly.
