|IV| - Demetri Jackev

it was so hard to make the sub command work all the way through...anyways here's wonderwall
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<sub>|Name| - Demetri Jackev

|Gender| - Male
|Age| - Looks to be around in his 30's
|Race| - Human
|Sexual Orientation| - Pansexual
|Class| - Beastmaster (Has a pet shark/dog named Apollo)|Favorite food| - Bomb pops

|Items| -

    ☈ - The only items he ever keeps on his person at all times is his cellphone and chapstick. He never knows when he gonna smooch so he gotta be prepared ;0

|Personality| -

    |Calm| Charming| Flirty| A true gentlemen| Deceitful| Selfish| Loyal|

        Demetri seems like an all around loving and wonderful guy when you first meet him. He'll flirt and smile and loves all of his friends very dearly but his heart trusts very warily. He keeps his secrets with him to the grave and has not once ever spoken about his own secrets to anyone. He'll lie about himself and what his past and present is like but as long as he feels something for you he'll never betray your trust. He believes loyalty and keeping to your word is the most important thing of a person and has made it one of his goals in life to protect all of those he ever cares about with his own two hands. He'll never rely on anyone for help whether it's asking for advice or anything else. He only trusts himself to do tasks that he wants done.

    (More to be described over time as I develop him)

|Stats| -

    ☈ Toughness - ☇☇☇
    ☈ Sturdiness - ☇☇☇
    ☈ Confidence - ☇☇☇☇☇☇
    ☈ Intuition - ☇☇
    ☈ Luck - ☇

|Background| -

    Demetri grew up in a rather average family. His father drank too much and gambled even more. His mother tried her best but she grew tired of the lifestyle at a certain point and left when he was about 10 years old. It broke his father even more to the point that it was pretty much just Demetri and his older sister Layla. Even though it wasn't ideal he still loved his life. She did her best to raise him to be a proper gentleman and how to respect others and their way of life. He grew up with many wonderful friends and a desire to do better by his sister. He knew how hard she worked to take care of him. He could see it in her eyes and how tired she was when she got home from her part time job.

    He decided that he'd help out in any way he could, resorting to working at a bakery on the weekends, carrying around their supplies for them and making deliveries. It was a modest life. His friends even gathered around to him and looked up to him, not knowing that he got all of his strength and confidence from his sister. She was proud of him- it was worth all the tiring hours at the diner.
    
    When she finally turned 18 she even tried to gain custody over Demetri so that they could move away from their father who was basically nothing but a pile of waste that came home and drank all their milk and then passed out on the couch. If Demetri were to look back on that man today he probably couldn't even remember his face. He remembered his mothers though. She came to him in his dreams sometimes. Demetri never cried though. He had to be strong for Layla.

    Despite how hard she worked though, life was never fair. She collapsed at work one day and had to be hospitalized. She was diagnosed with brain cancer and it was already eating away rapidly at her body. Demetri was desperate. They had not nearly enough money to take care of her and even if they had all the money in the world it wouldn't save her at this rate. It was then that Demetri remembered a rumor one of his friends were talking about- that a witch lived on the outskirts of town. He didn't care if she didn't actually exist, he had no other idea what to do. The boy at age 15- went traveling across town until the sun was setting. He realized- how would he even know what house was hers. There were others that lived out there after all. He broke down on the road, crying out angrily and hitting himself in the head until he felt dizzy. It was then as he was falling forward that he saw a beautiful woman reach out to him and give just a small...coy smile.

    "So I heard you were looking for me?"

    In a matter of a few hours- between him resting in her home and waking up enough to tell her the situation- a deal had been settled. He would become her errand boy and worker and she would..."help" his sister. He raced to the hospital as fast as he could- leaving the home as soon as the deal was made. It took 2 hours and 13 minutes to get back. Layla had been pronounced dead 2 hours and 12 minutes ago.
    
    He realized the gravity of his words. He had asked the witch to help her. So the witch ended her suffering. Demetri felt a rage boil within him he had never once felt before in his entire life. With a dark calmness he returned to the womans abode- and while she was cackling with glee as he confronted her, rammed a small pocket knife right into her eye. She screamed in horror as he ripped it out and proceeded to stab the woman into her chest as many times as it took to silence her breathing.

    The blood that stained his arms and hands slowly morphed into his skin- forming a strange tattoo across his body. It burned like fire and left him screaming and writhing on the floor. He fainted. When he woke up some hours ago her body was nothing more than a pile of clothes and a pool of blood. He could feel that he was different now. He felt a surge of power in his very veins and blood. Demetri didn't even have the strength to care.

    His sister was gone. What was the point of living? But he knew Layla wouldn't accept that. She'd never want him to be burdened by her death but it wasn't so easy. He grew bitter and angry about the unfair life he had been dealt. Abandoned by a mother, left to be raised by a useless pile of a father and then having his sister taken away from his own mistake- it was too much. Demetri swore to never believe in words again. Only that of what he could do with his own two hands.

    It took several years and the training given to him by a mob boss in his town but he eventually amassed a following equal to that of the boss who had raised him after finding Demetri on the streets. He helped him learn how to harness his powers and learn everything he needed in order to run a successful gang that he himself ran. A few years later when Demetri turned 21, the man who was the closest thing to a father to him and passed away- leaving Demetri with a wealthy fortune and a powerful knowledge on how to use it.

    By the time the present came to be- a successful mafia boss with a wealthy fortune under his belt and a determination to take care of his friends with his own two hands. He moved to Indieville after a long tension with a fellow boss and decided he needed a break to calm down.

|RP Method| - Discord pls! Deerface#3611

|Shipping| - Demetri flirts with everything but rarely trusts anyone but sure ;>

|Other| -

    ☈ - Has a pet shark/dog named Apollo
    ☈ - Wears a silver heart locket around his neck with his sister’s picture in it
    ☈ - His dad’s name was Henry, his mother’s name Andrea, and his mentor was named Francesco
    ☈ - Likes to work out to classical music
    ☈ - Likes to buy his friends fancy items - especially lingerie
    ☈ - Outfits vary from handsome gentleman to lazy streetwear (depends on his mood and who he’s trying to charm)

|Relationships| - 

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