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| Muse | Feb 25 2012, 09:00 AM Post #1 |
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Requiem for the Moon
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I'VE FELT THIS WAY BEFORE ' Dimitri Alexander Rasputin IS CRAWLING IN THEIR SKIN ![]() there's something inside Retsu that pulls beneath the surface consuming, confusing for 21 years this lack of self-control I fear is never ending after ten years controlling me, I can't seem to find myself within Arabella - - - - - - ' CRAWLING IN MY SKIN These wounds they will not heal full name. Dimitri Alexander Rasputin alias. Muse age. 21, will be 22 in October. height. 5'8 weight. 118 lbs occupation. A sexy, sexy little beast. sexuality. Bisexual, baby. He loves everyone equally. =D hometown. Moscow, Russia ' AGAINST MY WILL I stand beside my own reflection personality. Hello world, my name is Dimitri, and I'm here to bring the party back in-- Well... Whatevz. Dimitri has two faces. He has his father's business face, and his own social face. When in a business situation he can come off as sly, and manipulative; he knows how to work a situation to his advantage, picking up the tricks of the trade from his successful, but rather twisted father. He's not the kind of person to swindle you, his own morals keep him from going that far, and he's not necessarily aggressive and evil, he's simply blunt and knows how to get the job done. When in a situation that requires him to be business-like he can come off as cool, and collected. He'll keep his face despite constantly second guessing himself on the inside, and very rarely will he back down from a decision. What he decides is final. Too bad he's not a businessman, huh? Dimitri isn't so much the life of the party as he likes to party. He likes to have a good time, and he likes to make sure other people are having a good time, too. He parties, he gambles, he drinks, he plays, he sleeps around, he's... a college boy?! He should have grown up a humbled, future businessman. He should have been ready to follow in his father's footsteps and take up the mantle as boss man. He also should have got better grades in school, but that would have been too easy, and brilliant mends tend to get bored fast. He's a slacker until the end, if he's not having fun he won't do it, plain and simple. Dimitri has no religious standings, church was never interesting, and while the rest of his family appear to be devout and catholic, he'll have none of it, mass is nothing but people blowing smoke out of their ears in his opinion, which brings us to his morals. Or.. well, lack thereof. He knows it's there for people's protection and all that, he just doesn't always like to follow it. What's the harm in stealing a little bit here and there? Or doing some "cultural art" on the bridge down town? Honestly? Where's the harm? It's not like he's going out and killing anybody or anything. On the subject of art, Dimitri is extremely musically inclined, he loves it in all forms, be it classical, country, jazz, rock, and so on and so forth. He's not a music snob, by any means, but he can appreciate art when he hears it, the same as a painter can appreciate it when they see it, and he enjoys it tremendously. The same goes for a good book, if it exists he's probably read it, and if he hasn't read it he will after it's been mentioned to him. He's like a dehydrated man with a never ending glass of water, he'll just keep going until he can't go anymore, and even then he may continue to push onwards and outwards. He's also bold, determined, and the boy with a heart of gold! : D?! No, not buying it, huh? Well, he is bold and determined, and his heart is in the right place most of the time, even if he's got to make sure there's something in it for him, too. He's not the enigmatic rogue, for sure, but he's certainly careful about where he holds his friends in social standings. Keep the friends close, and the enemies closer? Yeah, that means a lot to him. He's loyal to the point of a fault, though, once you're his friend, you're in that circle until you do something bad to screw it up. And it's got to be bad. But we're getting off track. There's very little Dimitri is afraid of, like, seriously afraid of. Sure, he's afraid of getting hit by cars and stuff, but everyone is afraid of that. Anyone not is either stupid or they can do something cool with their mutations. He'll put himself in just about any situation not only to get the thrill -- but because he just isn't afraid. Which leads us in to determined. He's certainly driven, when he finally puts his mind to something he'll see it through to the end, excellent leadership qualities. If he felt like being the leader. But he doesn't. He'd rather wave his hand, mumble something, look cool, and go with the floor. Leading is too much stress. And sure, on top of those really amazing qualities, Dimitri has some terrible ones, too. Again, we'll point out that he's lazy to a point. He's a procrastinator, he'll do it tomorrow. Or maybe the day after. Stubborn the same as he could be called loyal, Dimitri doesn't give up, he refuses, a quality which could be both good, and bad, depending on the situation. He's got a slightly addictive personality, too. Not like, "OH MAN YOU LIKE ME GOOD NOW" addictive, but like, he's likely to do his fair share of drugs. ..he's likely to be on drugs right now, actually. He could blame it on poor upbringing and being physically on the frail side, but that's just now how he rolls. He's too passive for that, though passive isn't always a good thing. Passive leads to being apathetic. Apathetic leads to people getting the wrong message. It's like talking through text, or something. Overall he's just... Dimitri. He likes to rave, he likes to club, he likes to play, and have a good time, and pretend that the world is completely perfect, and there's nothing wrong with it, and he can just... skate through life. ' WHAT'S WORTH FIGHTING FOR I don't know why I instigate power. Dimitri probably has two mutations, though only one of them counts, an illusionist and a very, very mild empath. So mild an empath that all he can do is feel what other people are feeling. He's a great lie detector, for sure, though otherwise it's a rather boring power, and one he doesn't rely on in the least. It's the illusions that make the man, though. Fueled completely by audible art, Dimitri can play any instrument, sing any song, or read anything written on a piece of paper and make it look, and feel real. The things he creates, depending on how much effort he's putting forth in to it, can look like ghosts on a transparent backdrop, or like you've been completely transported in to another world entirely, able to touch the things around you. He's even been able to, when putting forth the right amount of effort, recreate a sense of taste and smell, though it requires a lot of concentration and a lot of mental exertion. The illusions depend entirely on his mood, no matter what the choice in music he picks is. He could pick a score based off of a poem by Edgar Allen Poe, and if he's in a good mood the music will sound good, and the message will be lost. Generally, mind you, the good artist will get enough in to his work that he feels the emotion from the music, drawing that to recreate a scene. The same scenes that Dimitri is able to create simply by existing. (And, please, what good musician wants to play Chopin: Fantaisie - impromptu, Op.66 when they're in a good mood?! It sounds like someone's journey through the afterlife or something. I don't know about anyone else, but I certainly see myself being chased by the Sledgehammer Man in Clock Tower III.) The illusions that he makes are solely based off of his own imagination, or his memories. He can't pull things from other people's heads, or from the past or future or anything like that. Unless they're memories, they're solely a creation of fiction. weakness. Dimitri has always been rather frail physically, and as always, stamina plays a huge factor in his mutation. While it's mostly mental stamina, there's some physical exertion involved, especially since it involves playing instruments, or speaking out loud. That in itself is a limitation. Dimitri not just think, and manifest an illusion, he must be doing something along the lines of playing an instrument, singing, or reading aloud. It goes completely off of his emotions conveyed through actions. The act is, unfortunately, exhausting, less so when he's been properly fed and had a full night's sleep, but what college student, honestly, gets that? That's like suggesting it rain in the middle of a drought in the desert. Never gonna happen. Still, he can go for hours, sure, but the more he pushes it the more likely he is to get sick. Despite how much he likes to claim otherwise, he's retained some of the illness problems from his childhood, he just hides it better now. Dimitri can not be emotionless when he's performing, otherwise there will be no illusions. Think of him as a musical empath, he draws from the people around him in order to create his own mood, and in creating his mood he is able to make everything move. If there are no emotions to feed off of, his or someone else's, nothing works. It's just empty music, or empty words. He can not in any way, shape, or form control anyone else's emotions, he can only feel what someone else is feeling. It's a screwy thing, that, and right annoying, too, and half the reason he takes the drugs while clubbing, or at a rave. When you get him in a room with way too many people at once, all feeling different things, he tends to start freaking out, he can't pick out which emotions are his, and which belong to someone else. It's rough, losing yourself like that, and generally popping Aspirin or a Vicoden helps with this problem. In the club, though, he'll do exactly the opposite, take E, and let go, feeding off of others' emotions. The more people there are in the room, the more likely it is that Dimitri starts losing sight of his own emotions. He gets confused. The drugs, again, help him keep his sense of self sorted from the rest of the world. Note: While not possible yet, Dimitri will, eventually, have the ability to create things out of his recitations, and make them real. You want pirate's gold? Write it down, he'll read it, and it will become real. ' BREAKING THE HABIT So I'm breaking the habit tonight family. Father: Alexei Rasputin - 57 - Businessman with a background in dirty politics and a front running in the Russian Mafia. Not the Don, but certainly a head man. Mother: Unknown. D: D: D: Stepmother: Sonya Rasputin (Maiden name Gorbatov) - 45, actress and gold digger. Other: -Daniel Tritter, 22, Roommate in boarding school. history. An only child and the product of an illicit affair, Dimitri found himself thrust from birth in to a controversial life. His father delved in to the shady side of the business, while his "mother" paid little to no attention to the boy that wasn't hers, and thus he was left to the mercy of nannies and governess...es... They were good to him, it was cool. A little on the sickly side as a boy he didn't spend much time outdoors, which was probably why he went in the wrong direction when he hit puberty and started getting healthy again. After years of being cooped up inside and exposed only to the side of life his father wanted, which happened to be naivete and boredom, Dimitri decided to hit the town and opt for something a little more fun. It just so happened that fun was grouping with a bunch of boys that thought they were top dog. Dimitri found out that night that daddy's business wasn't so clean. Dimitri also had his first near death experience that night. Oh and his mutation manifested, but that wasn't as important. It's the near death part that's important. Ol' Papa Rasputin was living off of dirty money, and he was proud of it, too, kidnapping, stealing, blackmailing, a regular old conman and the front of a really successful sect of the Russian Mafia in his part of the country. In fact, Dimitri found this out because they decided they were going to try to steal from a warehouse where a deal was going down. He saw his first pair of cement shoes, and was mildly traumatized by the whole ordeal. And it wasn't just seeing cement shoes, either, because after they dumped the man in the water with a cement block tied to his ankles one of the boys Dimitri was with happened to start freaking the hell out, and lo and behold all four of them, because yeah, their awesome gang of awesome consisted of four, ended up caught. Ten grown men to four skinny little pre-teen boys just wasn't a fair fight. Lined up side by side they shivered together awaiting their fate while "the boss" was contacted. After all, popping a man that owed them money was one thing, popping off four random teenage boys was another. Dimitri just about could have died when his father, dressed in Armani with just about the most annoyed look on his face, and a crack whore hanging off his arm came sauntering in like he owned the whole place. He looked across the length of the four of them, and without even indicating that he recognized his boy he ordered, in brusque French, for the boys to be scared out of their wits and sent on their way. No need to kill them, just scare them in to silence. It was strange, cowering under his father's gaze.. like he could feel the man's emotions. Feel his anger, his disappointment, and his fear. Or maybe the fear came from the people around him. Desire. Annoyance. Or was that him? Congratulations son, you're an empath! We'll leave the ugly tale of molestation out of this -- it happened, but Dimitri won't talk about it. Who wants to talk about it? Not him! That's a pride killer, thanks. But after the dirty deed was done he took a ride kicking and screaming in to water. He didn't float. People strategically tied to throw off their center of balance generally didn't, and he spent the next minute and a half struggling to fight his way back to the surface, making the mistake once of opening his eyes only to see the floating body of the man they'd left to drown hours before with his eyes and mouth wide open. Dimitri screamed under water, probably the second biggest mistake of his life that night, and promptly began to drown. Wasn't a cool experience! Eventually he stopped struggling. It was easier this way, it was so... ...much... ......easier..... ..... The next thing Dimitri knew he was laying on the ground with one of the men that had thrown him in to the water trying to pump the water of the stomach. He was panic stricken, and there was a gun to the back of his head. Obviously drowning the boss's son was a bad idea, though the damage had already been done, the boy laying there trembling, choking. Alexi picked him up, he was malleable and would probably have done anything the man wanted at that point, and walked him off to the car. He took his son home, dressed him in his night clothes, and slept with him, not in the sexual way. Dimitri went in to a mild state of catatonic shock. He didn't move unless he had to, he didn't speak at all, he barely ate, and when he slept... if he slept... he was plagued by nightmares. The nightmares were the first outward indication of his mutation. (See, I knew we'd get here!) It was the nursemaid he had grown up with who got the first experience with them, Dimitri sitting on the floor in the nursery of their home a week and a half later rocking back and forth, humming a lullaby quietly to himself and hugging his arms when suddenly an entire scene sprung up in the room. It was like they'd stepped through time and were suddenly in the 1600's, when the house had first been built, a rather pretty red headed woman sitting in a rocker and soothing her infant to sleep. She was so realistic that when they nursemaid reached out with a trembling hand to touch... She did. And the woman looked up at her, opening her mouth to say something. The maid screamed about ghosts and went to grab the boy to get him out of the room. The instant she got her hands on him though, and startled him, he stopped humming and the illusion vanished. The entire house was cleared out and a priest was brought in to bless the place and rid them of the ghosts. The second time these illusions manifested Dimitri was playing a piece at the piano for his father and stepmother while they entertained guests. As soon as Dimitri got in to the music the whole world seemed to seize up around them and become something completely different all together. A ballroom scene in England where the "Virgin Queen" was entertaining guests, her face painted white. She snapped her head around to look at Dimitri's father accusingly. She knew. She knew and she was going to tell the world what had happened. In a panic, seeing it in her eyes, knowing it was coming, Alexei launched forward and instinctively grabbed his son. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Alexei was no idiot, the second time the "ghosts" manifested with his son and he knew exactly what was going on. The boy was a mutant, and not just any mutant, either, but a rather skilled looking illusionist, and it was through these illusions that it looked like he was going to start spilling all of those dirty Rasputin secrets. To remedy this problem Dimitri was sent away to a boarding school in England. Which was freaken' sweet. Sure he spent the first three months keeping to himself, because he was totally freaked out and acted like one of those kids that had been through something incredibly traumatizing, watching over his shoulder, freaking out when people snuck up on him, or cornered him. (I can't possibly imagine why...) And then one day it all just... stopped. It was like he woke up and decided, "I'm not going to let it bother me. I'm going to pretend it never happened and get on with my life!" And thus he did. Sure, his grades slipped after that because instead of focusing on his work he did other things. He spent a lot of time in the music room, on top of chilling out with the guys and just all around having a good time. Music intrigued him, it was fascinating, and he could do neat things with it when he put his focus to it, experimenting with the manifestations he could make. They varied from mood to mood, though he managed to learn that, with his imagination, he could control just about anything that happened. Generally what he manifested was symbolic, though. And mind you, he was always incredibly careful about where he did what he did, he still did it anyways. He didn't want to get caught, but he certainly didn't want to stop, practicing and honing between slacking off in school and running the streets. When he was old enough he started sneaking in to clubs and having a good time there, heck, the club is where he had his first official, consensual sexual experience with a man! And sure, he had a girlfriend at the time, but my GOD what a hot man he was. ...don't judge. It wasn't like he wasn't attending an all boy's school anyways, it was bound to happen, it was just... more convenient with a total stranger. He pretty much fell in to the habit of 'life's too short, don't let it pass you by' and spent the next five years making a name for himself in the school that would live in infamy. Pranks. Partying. Getting arrested for being drunk. Stealing. Being a playboy. You name it, he probably did it. Constant experimentation with instruments gave him a very diverse musical hand, and he's managed to learn to play string instruments like the guitar, the violin, and the piano, though he's never delved much outside of that. Constant experimentation with his mutation learned him that not only could he play illusions in to light, but he could talk and sing them as well, which he demonstrated for his fascinated roommate the summer of the year he turned fifteen. Instead of going home to visit his father and stepmother, which he rarely ever did, he went to stay with the boy he was sharing a room with at the school. The two were out one night on the porch of the rather grandiose home he lived at during the summer in the countryside, Dimitri flipping through a book he'd found when he casually started reading out loud. And what to their wondering eyes would appear? But a battle scene on the lawn, brutal and bloody, fueled by the excitement and tone in his voice. The more excited he got the uglier the scene became, his buddy sitting by fascinated and horrified at the same time. It was like he was some kind of new age bard. Art in the form of music and the spoken word came as naturally to him as breathing did, and with that came his really awesome mutation, which his roommate was sworn to secrecy on, though they spent many a night finding out what sort of interesting things they could conjure up with his powers for the rest of their time together in school. Dimitri certainly didn't graduate school with honors, though he did manage to get a scholarship to a decent enough university, and spent three years there before opting to study abroad, and thus... hello America! Hello drunk college girls! Hello a whole new world. Funded from afar by his father, with whom he has an estranged relationship with that hasn't got any better over the years despite blocking out those memories, Dimitri has settled himself down in Chicago attending university with no major of choice. Notes: *Dimitri is fluent in all of the romantic languages. His daddy wasn't rich for nothing after all. *He's also fluent in English. *He's got a vague accent, a pretty nice mix of Russian and English. I haven't decided yet if I want to actually write it out. It'd be fun. *He's got access to unlimited money. Father spoils him from afar in hopes to reconcile the wrongs he did, and to keep his mouth shut. *He doesn't remember anything about the incident when he was thirteen, though he does have nightmares, and an "unexplainable" fear of his father, and water. He won't go near pools, bathtubs, nothing. Showers are fine. He will freeze up and panic, though. Like, whoa kids. *He's got a mild drug addiction that doesn't usually go beyond popping pain pills unless he's dancing, he likes to do them, they make him feel good. At this point it's nothing that interferes with his social life, and depends solely on his mood. *He's actually rather small, short and skinny and all that, partially because he was a preemie when he was born. Drug and alcohol use may have also stunted his growth. ' CLUTCHING AT MY CURE I tightly lock the door face claim. Tyler Kyte member title. .a.beautiful.lie. the secret. - EDITED - rp sample. Dimitri was quiet, sitting on the floor of one of those studio apartments in downtown Chicago his father was funding for him. His father funded a lot of things for him. His drug habit. His partying. His school. Not that he minded, it felt right in a sick, twisted way, like the man owed it to him. He wasn't sure why, it wasn't like they were close. (Maybe that was why...) He was high. In fact, he was higher than high, he was floating on cloud freaken' nine and he was happy as could be, covered in sweat and smelling like the rave he'd just walked out of. He loved it, bodies pumping, music pounding, you could forget who you were in a place like that. Where you came from. The things you did that sucked. You could also make a pretty penny, and he had, about three hundred dollars sitting in front of him, counted neatly from small to large bills. Apparently there were still idiots out there who carried cash instead of card. More power to them, they funded what his father didn't. Like the guitar sitting across the room on a pedestal. A well loved guitar in need of some new strings. Sure, he had an electric keyboard, and a violin stashed away under the bed in the corner of the room, but the guitar.. he loved that guitar, there was something nice about an acoustic sound. Casually he shoved to his feet, weight staggering with the high as he rolled his head, moving toward the bed where two sets of arms, and two sets of legs were tangled together in the sheets. Dimitri smirked, hands going to his hips as he looked at the duo sleeping off their night out. They were peaceful, he could feel it.. Drained from the festivities, but peaceful, and satisfied. He on the other hand was bored. So bored. And it was four in the morning, which meant the clubs were closed unless he found one of those all night ones, and he couldn't drive in his current state, nor would he bother with the bus or subway, because he'd end up lost and doing something stupid that he'd regret later. Instead he ducked under the bed, grabbed the violin, and headed to the roof of the apartment complex. There were gardens that people worked on daily, enjoyable little pieces.. but it wasn't what he was looking for. Propping himself up against the side of the entrance he pulled the violin out, closed his eyes, and began to play an interesting tune. Within second the rooftop had sprung to life with a grand party, people dancing around and mingling, having a good time, enjoying life as it was right then without a care in the world. This? This was the life, man. SO INSECURE this here app was made by Sara, of Crawling in My Skin for Crawling in My Skin. No stealing, and if you intend to use it, credit like crazy. All lyrics © Linkin Park. |
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