Dimitri Monfort

[Dimitri Monfort]

D I M I T R I M O N F O R T

’The Object of Torture is Torture
The Object of Power is Power’

NAME:
Dimitri Monfort
AGE:
Looks about 19 but is really nearly three hundred years old
GENDER:
Male
RACE:
Vampire
OCCUPATION:
Coven Leader/ Noble
REGION:
Mystère
ERA:
Victorian
POWER:
- Vines: He can produce briar vines from little seeds he keeps on his person to do his will. Often he uses them to bind someone should they bring forth his wrath. Though he rarely calls on the power because it drains his reserves, and it takes a good deal of focus only rage can bring to him.
- Glances: He can get a small glance in the mind of someone who is scared. It’s his way of sensing fear you could say. It is just a glance at what causes the fear and what could make it stronger. As a sadist it is the perfect power for him.
EQUIPMENT:
- Cane: The ebony is capped with sliver on the bottom and the head is a silver dragon head. When a small horn on the dragons head is turned it comes free with a slender small sword he keeps on him at all times.
- A sliver locket: The locket is a simple oval with an engraved rose on its front. Inside is a small painting of his brother and him-self and his past love. He keeps it in his pocket at every hour of the day and night every night.
LIKES:
- Blood
- Full moons
- Struggling
- Causing terror
- Power
- The colors white and black
- Obedience
- Manipulating others
- Fine wine
- Reading
- Plotting
- A good fight
DISLIKES:
- Weakness
- Groveling
- Failure
- Butt kissers
- Sunlight
- Humans
- Werewolves
- Whiny women
- Moping
- Self-Pity
- Lack of motivation or initiative
FEARS:
Losing power
Dieing a pointless death
Love
SECRET:
Dimitri seeks to gain control of larger numbers. His goal is to bring to light the existence of vampires, and even werewolves and put the world in a mass of chaos. His ultimate goal is to gain the most power he can, and to rule. Coven leader isn’t enough for him.
PERSONALITY:
Charismatic: Dimitri speaks with an air about him. When he speaks people want to listen. He holds him-self with poise and confidence that attracts attention. The simple jesters and expressions he makes pull people in. It is rare he will do something for no reason. He is a man of reason and reality. No one can call him a dreamer, though his is a visionary. The promises he makes he keeps, which appeals to peoples sense, because in the end he knows how to work with the people around them to get them to follow him. His determination and strength gets attention and followers.
Strict: No one could say he is lenient. When he wants something done he makes sure it gets done or there are consequences to pay. There are laws he puts down for his coven that he expects to be followed no matter what. It is very rare he will pardon mistakes, unless they are small and fixed before set before him. Respect is demanded but easy to give when he turns his glare on someone. He commands loyalty and obedience; if someone fails to give either or both that someone is disposed of.
Reliable: No matter what Dimitri always is true to his word. He makes a point to be honest. Being reliable gains him respect and the trust of those who follow him. It also earns his fear from those who are right to feel so. His enemies don’t take what he says for granted and his followers can depend on him doing what he says. Even if he promises dark ends or rich spoils he will dish it. It adds to his charisma.
Just: Just as he is reliable he is also just. He will see, and hear all sides of a story before casting judgment. The punishment is always fitting to the crime, unless someone manages to completely enrage him. Otherwise he will serve punishment out, an eye for an eye, an arm for an arm. If anyone was to say differently they would be nothing but the most foolish of liars. Because if there is one thing Dimi punishes rightly is liars.
Possessive: Dimitri is overly protective of his position, his power. He likes power and will go to ends to ensure he keeps it. Anything he finds important he will fiercely protect. And even though it goes against his nature should his coven be endangered he would act to protect it simply because it is his coven. But he never crosses the possessive line into obsession. He does have boundaries. Which makes his possessive nature bearable to those who experience it, well those not on the receiving end of his fury.
Sadist: Pain is a beautiful thing to him. He loves to see others writhe in pain. Humans in particular. To see a mortal in so much pain they can’t voice it is enough to make him shudder in complete anticipation of sinking his fangs in that tender flesh. To feel and see what makes others tremble and cower over is exhilarating for him. It fills him with energy and life. The very thought of carving pain into someone’s being makes him smile.
Scholar: When alone and not playing with the latest play thing he is lost in some book. He has a whole room dedicated to books and notes. He has a number of books he filled with personal notes. One thing is for sure, Dimitri is no fool. If faced with a scholar he would be able to match wits for the most part. He keeps up with the latest medical research, studies history, memorizes mythology, and knows biology and chemistry like the back of his hand. What he knows best is warfare. In the end he uses his knowledge to plot.
Cunning: Having the ability to con others is what has mad him so successful this day. Using his cunning and charisma Dimi has been able to gather a fallowing to support him. He knows how to work the people who are under his command and how to keep them there. To stay undetected he knows how to trick those who would sooner harm him than befriend him. Getting people to believe he is their best friend is simple for him. He knows how to manipulate those around him and him-self to suit his needs. It is what makes him formable as a foe or friend.
HISTORY:
Dimitri was the result of an arranged marriage, a single creature born to carry on the line of a nobleman who was made vampire in his prime years, the unwanted child to a vampire who wanted to end her line with her. His youth was spent with vague ideas of the people who gave him life. The only parental figures in his life were his maid and teachers. As a result he was a rather strong minded child. He liked to play games with his keepers to gain the attention he did not receive from his cold hearted parents. Yet he knew how to pull their strings to avoid punishment for the most part. He was a bright student, a star pupil. Childhood was a short and hazy thing in his past that is rarely looked back upon. A trivial and unneeded chapter in his life, but a chapter he lived none the less.

There was one teacher he found him-self found of after years of struggling with him. His history teacher taught him how the world works. For Dimitri those lessons later came to be the foundation to the power he holds this day. A Mister Landon, an eccentric slender man who took interest in showing Dimi life. Many nights Dimitri would find him-self walking the shadows streets to some new grand adventure that taught him a new lesson with each new adventure. Under Landon’s wing Dimi learned the way of vampires, the old way. He was content with it. He had no reason to hate humans then.

Back then he learned the way of the humans and vampires. He learned different ways to approach each. Landon taught him how society worked and the inner workings of life. His youth was spent trudging through filth and dodging brawls in the messy nights. The days were passed delved deep in history books and pouring over maps. He filled margins of books with his narrow neat handwriting and stored them in his bedroom. His little escapades increased in numbers and became more complex and sensitive with the passing days. It was not uncommon for him to be called a little monster.

When he turned a teenager his father died in a freak accident. Of course this had no affect on him. His mother seemed to rejoice. But when she remembered her little burden she sent him away. In doing so she parted him with his sole search of security, without Landon he was alone. At the convent he was with other boys ranging in age. Some were older than him others just boys. Each of noble or wealthy families. Yet he did not fit in here. Dimitri was not like these boys. He was no human. Often he had to deal with being teased for his strange ways and had to deal with the sisters. As he grew more comfortable with his surroundings he lashed out. He served out what he was dished.

It was in the convent that he first drew blood of a human. Nobles son two years older than him had him cornered. Before the older male could lay a hand on him Dimitri broke his wrist and cut his cheek with sharp nails. A s the boy fell in a heap of pale flesh and panting Dimitri licked the blood from his fingers and felt a shudder down his spine. Something told him that this was right. So he started fights. Not long after that he had turned the leaf on a boy, trapping him trying to egg him into a fight. Not getting what he wanted Dimitri used a knife he found in the kitchen nights before. Hearing that scream, it had been the most delicious thing he experienced in his life. Not long after than he was sent back home.

At home he played his games with the maids. From them he learned of his gifts. First he learned about was the ability to glance into ones fears. He had been toying with a new maid and was teasing her with a little bat he caught. He saw an image of the bat flying into her hair and a thrill of fear. So he released the creature and was surprised when the woman screamed bloody murder and dropped into the corner he had her in curled up. After that he experimented. They went through maids rather fast in those days. He didn’t stop until Landon warned him against it, vampire to vampire. Seeing how it was Landon who asked him he did stop even if it left him unsatisfied to do so.

One night in his youthful years as a young man he was with Landon when they came across hunters, they had gone to Landon’s country cottage for the week. The hunter heard a rumor about a vampire in the area and found them. He lost Landon that night and the hunter lost his life that night.

They had been in the rose garden discussing which of two noted warriors in a history book they recently read was the most powerful. It was a game they had played to see who could gather the most evidence from memory alone to support their theory. It was a game they both had a knack for. When the hunter came about Landon ordered him away, he obeyed slightly, he got out of site but stayed to watch. When he saw the hunter drive the stake through Landon’s heart he felt blinding rage and pain fill him. Vaguely he felt life pulse in the back of his mind. A scream split the air making him open his eyes to see large thorned vines wrapped snuggly around the twitching hunter. The beautiful scent of blood filled the air that night. That night was the first night he killed and truly feed from a human. It was also the night that gave birth to Dimitri Monfort that lives this day.

After that he thrust him-self in the vampire society. He learned the ins and outs. Once he knew them he started his game. First he started with little hints and whispers of how they should do things. Not long after he had curious customers lined up and he truly spoke of his ideas. It was after the first hunt with a few that Dimitri gained a following in the coven. As the years passed he gained power, and rose in the ranks playing everyone like a fine tuned harp. One night he destroyed the coven leader, making it seem like an accident, and then he took the power he believed was rightfully for him to take. From that point on her hunts humans, hunters, and werewolves (because they are naturally their enemies and all) and she gathered a larger following. Which is where he stands now, in this stalemate
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:

This is something from another site and another charrie
The demon had set an entirely new board in place with a few ‘tenderly’ spoken words. It was so delicious to be powerful. Having the ability to twist things to her will was the best thing in the world, after all she was a puppeteer, what else would please her than to manipulate puppets? Reaching out with her links to David and Behlez making sure they were doing their job. Her ringmaster was playing around stalking the woman, while her tamer was playing piano and toying with the knight. Good, very good, that’s what they needed to be doing. Her pets were well trained, well in tune with her desires. That’s how it should be.

But now she had other interests her puppet house was packed and she was on the stage to play her part. “Adorable children, girls, boys, mothers, fathers, welcome to my puppet house. Settle down and watch as I give you a sight of your life,” she said voice carrying over the crowds, and voices which instantly died at the sound of her seemingly echoing voice, there was power behind her vocals. It entranced them, pulled them in right away. Like always, she stepped back and suddenly all candles extinguished causing ohs and ahs to be voiced, like always, a single reddish purple light took the center stage. In the light two puffs of blackish smoke dissipated to show two twisted gnarly looking figures, child sized, the boy around seven and the female four. They were dressed in torn bloody outfits. Their hair matted and stained with what looked like blood and their faces seemed blueish white and the eyes dull.

The ‘puppets’ started a dance together to a haunting echoing melody played on wailing violins that floated outside the lighting seeming to play them-selves. The boyish form of the demoness leaned against the wall as she twisted her fingers like she controlled wires but a faint reddish glow surrounded her fingers and spread out in thin wires tot eh floor in the shadows of the children’s corpses. The audience was entranced by the ghastly scene, she watched a woman in her husband’s arms walk out, she looked deathly ill. A cruel smirk on her lips. It grew slightly more seeing the auburn haired Exorcist enter her domain and stand at the back wall watching solemnly.

A number of dances, and a bigger number of impossible tricks the stage was still and applause rolling to her as the girls head rested at her feet her headless body crumpled at the feet of the boy, who stood there with an old fashioned sword with inky black blood staining its rusted length and the floor. The light flashed out and then the candles relight and she was center stage standing in the old blood. She gave a flourished bow and the people filed out to move on. She turned away from the humans and looked down at the blood with a heavy sigh, those were her last children, she would need new puppets to play with, cancel her show till then, she had gotten carried away showing off for the Father.

Zlypha looked around at a sound of feet shuffling to see the Russian moving away from the wall staring at her with intense silver eyes. She gave him a bow and was gone. The white haired demon took the shape of the six year old girl white hair in tight curls and in an adorable dark purple and black dress with black lace and a little hat perched on her head. She took to walking among the humans at that moment to see what she could see. A smile on her little lips as she did so, she found a game booth and with the help of a slave there she was perched on the rotted looking wood and sat there like a life sized porcelain doll playing with a stuffed bear, its eyes crossed out and the fur raggedy. Oddly enough many were drawn to her.

OTHER:
None that I know of
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ALIAS:
Air

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