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Barbary Lions have huge manes that trail down under their belly. They have extremely long torsos, with females ranging at eight feet and males being seven to nine feet long, not including the tail. A male barbary could run up to eleven feet long, but this is rare. Tails measure under a yard. Their mane will darken with age, until it is a dark brown or black. Despite all this, Barbary lions are supposedly shorter than other species, at only two to three feet at the shoulder.

The African lion has several subspecies, and Padme is a Masai lion, aka, East African Lion. Masai lions are described as being less cobby with longer legs and less curved backs than other lion subspecies. Males have moderate tufts of hair on the knee joint, and their manes are not full but look like they are combed backwards.

Male East African lions are generally 8.2–9.8 feet long including the tail. Lionesses are generally smaller, at only 7.5–8.5 feet. Lions, male or female, have a shoulder height of 3.0–3.6 feet. They are not as long as Barbary lions, but are indeed taller.

Barbary Lions:
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Masai:
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Fur color samples:
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(the ones on the right)
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His full name is Dimitri Marcavellio - Kosei, choosing Kosei as his last name, and Marcavellio coming from his former wife. Dimitri is also known as Dimmy, Daddy, Host, or, "Duplicate" Dimitri. When derived from Russian and Greek, the name "Dimitri" means "Earth-Lover." Dimitri will have elemental powers. The origin, "Dimitri" is one of Owlie's default names when she has no ideas. Her lizard is also named Dimitri. Dimitri has the title "Firecracker" in ColouredClan.

Dimitri is a white and brown tabby tom, with green eyes. He is currently a doctor in Colouredclan, with his past positions including, Warder, Nurse, Nurse (Hogwarts), and Minister. He has the ability to turn into a Samoyed, a Thunderbird, a Polar Bear, a green anole, and a Deer. He was born under a dumpster, and spent his first five moons in the alleys of a city.

Dimitri is 33 moons old, or two years, nine months. This tom has seen a lot in his life- however, the oldest alter in Akio, an elder. Dimitri himself, on the subject, could be represented by the lyrics: "Only 19 but my mind is older."

I began roleplaying Dimitri at the age of Five Moons, on November 22nd, 2013

Relationship Status:
Lonely Single with a broken heart.

Dimitri is a brown tabby tomcat with green eyes. His fur is in a grey line between long and short- short, but you could run your hands through fluff. He has white markings on his muzzle, that trails down his neck, under his stomach, and to his legs. All four legs have white socks of different lengths. The body is eight inches tall, and weighs six and a half pounds. He is underweight, and possibly malnourished. He walks with his head low, and with caution, as if something is going to attack him.

He has average, rounded ears- however, the left ear has a triangle cut out of it. They are pink, matching his normal nose. His ears are always perked, listening for danger. This is out of habit.
He has green eyes, that sometimes change color depending on which of his personalities is in control. Besides that, they are normal.
He has a thin, yet rounded face, with the usual expression of calm. He rarely smiles.

Dimitri has straight, thin scars across his forelegs. They are self-inflicted. He has a thin scar on his tail, another on his right cheek, as well as his right thigh and shoulder. The most noticeable scars disfigure his back- some stretch and stick out, other gape inward like shallow caves. His back is the hardest to try and do art of, and his most distinguishing feature.

Dimitri has 20/20 vision, however, when Akio is in control, he wears glasses.
He wears no jewelry or accessories, however, he wishes he had braces to cover his arms, and a cloak for his back. He has a piercing in his left eyebrow, which Dagon received from Pocketpaw. His reasoning? It looked cool.
Dimitri also has a silver sword, given to him by a friend, as Brid.

His movement is always cautious. He does not walk. He does not pad. He approaches. However, he can tend to be a clutz.

He is generally healthy, but extended movement pains him, and his back. He normally speaks the way his rper does, or with a stutter.

Dimitri is an enigma. He is a personality fractured and hidden among others. No one hates Dimitri more than he does- and personality is harder and harder to place. Most aren't sure who Dimitri is.

Dimitri is a nice, well-meaning tom. However, he isn't himself a lot of the time, as he suffers from Dissociative Identity Disorder. This causes him to involuntarily switch to a different person in certain situations, afterwards with no memory to what has happened. His condition has caused him much strife in the past. In the past, Dimitri is reluctant to tell the others about his personas, choosing to only tell one person about them. He feels like this makes him a Pariah- but the word always gets out.

He appears to be at peace with them in present day. Dimitri deeply cares for his alters. Despite their unpredictable, often troublesome behavior, he is far from elated at the idea of getting rid of them.

He is a tom who you must make a good first impression with. If he meets you and you threaten him, he will assume you are a person to avoid. He is a friendly tom, he enjoys meeting new people and making new friends; he aspires to be loved and seen as an equal among his peers. However, this is a difficult task for him, due to his disorder.

If he is in an unknown territory, he will tend to stutter.
Dimitri knows Cat-Tongue.
Dimitri has a morning ritual, and does not stray from it. Dal shoulders him through his morning routine. Get up, stretch, yawn, walk outside, use the restroom, go back to room, wake up more, get a drink of water, assess the damages, slap self if still drowsy.
He does not like leaving his routine.

Dimitri is not confident in himself. He is more confident in his personas than in himself.

Link Here.

Dimitri's parents are both npcs. He did not have a very good relationship with either of them. See history for more.

Dimitri has had three (technically four) crushes in his life, three girlfriends, one wife, and one soulmate. Upon reading this, you are possibly thinking that they were a bad match or had issues. This is not entirely the case. He is a Widower, and he is hetrosexual.

The first mate was his childhood sweetheart, Stickypaw. She is killed by a Bloodclanner. The second was Mintypaw, who was the reincarnation of Stickypaw. He does not do much besides visit her, and ask if she is happy, and likes living in her clan.

The third was Pocketpaw. They met at the 2014 Prom. Well, Divertimento met her first, and sweeped Po off her paws.
Pocketwatch changes her name to Vintagequotes.
She dies giving birth to Dimitri's daughters.

Dimitri has fathered two litters, both with Vintagequotes. One he adopted, one as his biological kits.
MIA means the kits went inactive, and I seek to adopt them out.
Adopted Litter:
Felixkit (♂) (Dies in kithood, bled to death.)
Captainpaw (♂) (MIA - assumed dead)
Luciana (♀) (MIA)
Newspaperpaw (♀) (MIA)
Cherrykit (♀) (MIA)

Biological Litter:
Lovekit Marcavellio-Kosei (♀) (Died)
Paige Marcavellio-Kosei (♀) (INACTIVE)
Salixkit Marcavellio-Kosei (♀) (MIA)
Crescentkit Marcavellio-Kosei (♂) (MIA)

It is debateable whether or not Dimitri had rolemodels. His first Doctor, Akhenaten, could be considered one, as well as Akio.

Dimitri is picky about friends, but has made a few. The two closest friends of his was Harrierbeat and Jinora. His old Hawkclan Friends include Louvreart, Salixcloud, Peregrineskies, Zane, Ringbearer, Silverstrike, and Ichigo. Ichigo was more of an enemy.
Others, from Colouredclan, include Bumblebee, Eden,

Dimitri lacks relationship skills, and his flirting ability is worse than a rock. Whereas Percy and Divertimento excel.
For Dimitri, he seeks a person who is patient and tolerant, and will cooperate with his lifestyle and personas.

In total, Dimitri has lost 29 people, and possibly more in his life. This includes parents, friends, family, personas, and lovers. He is too young for his heartbreak. Please cuddle him.

Dimitri's powers tend to be powers that are not entirely useful. He possesses all free powers, shapeshifting, super strength, venomous fangs, and emotion manipulation.

Inspiration for Dimitri came from a character named Mike (Total Drama) and from researching Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Dimitri's Color Palette includes Lime Green, Brown, Dark Brown, and White.

Dimitri, including the alters, have the following TV Tropes:

Dark and Troubled Past: Check History. Includes Born Unlucky:, The Chew Toy, Abusive Parents, Broken Bird, Crusading Widower, Forced to Watch, Imaginary Friend, Shell-Shocked Veteran, and Harmful to Minors.

Never Be a Hero, Most superheroes get their powers by accident and choose to use them for good with little to no training beforehand. This is what makes them Heroes.
However, if a Muggle, Side Kick, or some other "mundane" gains superpowers and tries to be a Hero For A Day it will end badly. Only the starring hero is allowed to beat up crooks and save the day. Why? Because he says so.
The worst uses of this trope won't even come with a reason why it's wrong. If someone suddenly gains superpowers and does the same good the hero does, it's still considered wrong if this trope is applied.

Split Personality: Self-Explanatory.

I Just Want my Beloved to be Happy:A bittersweet trope where Alice loves Bob but realizes that a relationship between them cannot happen, so she decides to put Bob's happiness above her own. Accordingly, she abandons her claim to Bob and encourages him to move on and live his own life, even if that means watching (or even supporting) a relationship between Bob and someone else.

Personality Powers: Deyanira uses Super Strength. Brid, Divertimento, and Dochtuir will use shapeshifting. All of them will change their fur and eye color if they want to. This includes Voluntary Shapeshifting, Astonishingly Appropriate Appearance, and Split-Personality Makeover.

Break his Heart to Save Him. Dimitri did this to Vintagequotes, vise versa. Includes Break up to Make up.

Death of Personality: Dimitri. This trope covers situations when a person is treated as effectively dead and gone even though their body is still physically alive. This is generally because the "person" has been erased in some way. This includes Brainwashing for the Greater Good and The Mind is a Plaything of the Body.

That Man is Dead: Danny and Deyanira did this to Dimitri. Stock Phrase uttered by someone who's been completely subsumed by their alter ego. Also with Grand Theft Me and Split Personality Takeover, and Fate Worse than Death.

Blessed with Suck: Dimitri in a nutshell. Generally, it's when a character is given a special ability that seems to cause nothing but trouble. In this case, it his alternate personalities and powers.

Scatterbrained Senior. This will happen to Dimitri as he gets older, as Akio is trying to prevent the same from happening. Includes Dying Alone.

And I Must Scream: This happens to Dimitri, Dagon, and Deyanira. Deyanira is exiled from the rest of the mind. Dagon cannot kill himself, in a sense, he is not allowed to. For Dimitri, is when he was lost in his own mind.

Sanity Slippage: Dimitri, Deyanira, and Dagon, have collectively lost their minds. Includes Cold-Blooded Torture, Rape Leads to Insanity, 2 + Torture = 5.

A Mind Is a Terrible Thing to Read: Dimitri's mind is riddled with bad memories and trauma. As a result, he wants people to stay out. Vintagequotes would do this. The Unknown Tom did this. This includes These Are Things Man Was Not Meant to Know, To the Pain, and Mind R.pe.

Scars are Forever: In Fiction Land, it's easier to come Back from the Dead than it is to get rid of a scar or recover a lost limb. Dimitri has scars on numerous places on his body- most noticeable on his back, as the stretch, gape, and stick out. Includes Every Scar has a Story, Covered with Scars, Good Scars, Evil Scars. Because of how he feels about them, this includes Mark of Shame.
Scar Survey: Harrierbeat asked the story of Dimitri and how he got his scars.

Broken Smile: Besides this, he never smiles. Includes Thousand Yard Stare, and Dull Eyes of Unhappiness.

Other:
Fighting from the Inside, Hallucinations, Hearing Voices, Driven to Madness, Murder Makes you Crazy, Damaged Soul, and Crazy Sane.

Trigger Warnings:
Blood, rape, child abuse, sexual abuse, death.
The following is data and information collected from around 2700 posts, in a few different clans.
Reader discretion is advised.

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Imagine.
You are Dimitri. You are two years, six months, and twenty-four days old. You are a brown and white tabby with green eyes. You are average size, average build. You are plain. There is nothing special about you. You are just… there.

You were born under a dumpster.
Your mother is addicted to drugs. In return for catnip, she follows the orders of your father without hesitation. Your father controls you, and the alley you were born in. Mother says he runs a business. This is odd to you. All his workers are pretty girls. Your mother is his favorite, but, sometimes... he touches you. Sometimes, others touch you. Father punishes them. He punishes you, too.
You begin to grow into this routine. You think this is normal.

Upon three months, you realize, you aren't safe. You are in danger. You are vulnerable. You go to your mother for help. She tells you,"Everything is fine," in her dull, dead tone."Daddy will take care of us," she coos, she holds you, she strokes your forehead, she gives you the illusion of safety.
You go to father.
He hits you. He touches you. He says you are being a bad boy.

They never call you by name, Father won't let them. Sometimes you are addressed as, "Hey, you!" or, Scrawny, Red's boy, the Toy, the Pipsqueak, It. Maybe you don't have a name at all.

You want a dad. You want a family. You imagine you have a kind grandfather, who you go to for guidance. You are free and happy. You frolick and play in the thing they call 'grass.' You imagine a life where you are safe and untouched- perfect. You think of a friend who comes to your aid on call, takes the punch for you. You imagine you have a name, that you are brave and courageous. You are fun and exciting. You are normal. You imagine you are friends with the litter of kittens down the block. You imagine a big house, where you and your friends live, where you are safe, where you are loved- a sanctuary.
You imagine yourself being your imaginary friends.

You are four months old. You are spacing out on a daily basis. Sometimes you wake up and ball of fire in high in the sky, you see your father and his gang approach. You space out again. The fire is gone.
Sometimes your friends talk to you in hushed whispers. Sometimes they hear you.
They tell you to run.
Father is getting worse. He is more rough and forceful. He makes you bleed. There are cuts on your face. You plead for a hero, someone to stop your father, bring back your mother.
Your friends cannot help you.
You continue to plead.

You are five months old. Father approaches you one day. He has a few devilish toms with him, including new ones. He tells you to be a good boy. You beg and ask, "Not today!" Father ignores your calls, telling them to go ahead. You run. They corner you. You scream and cry for help as they get closer.
You space out.

You wake up. Mother is staring at you in horror, she tells you: "Leave or die, you stupid sh.t!"
You look down. Blood drips from your mouth, your paws are red, you are confused. You look to your mother. She is enraged, she screams at you again. You space out.

You are in an alien land. There are no buildings. There are tall things rooted into the ground. You are soaked with red stuff.
You are lost. You run without direction.
You stop.
Creatures approach you. They say they areHawkclan. They take you in, Hawkclan asks your name. You aren’t sure. You never had a name. Your oldest friend advises you, “Dimitri.”
And so, they call you Dimitri.
They put you in the Nursery. None of the queens take you in. You have no family. You turn to your imaginary friends once again. They are your family, you tell yourself. They give you names. The eldest calls himself Akio, the moody one calls himself Dagon. There is Dal, Dakota, Brid, Diana, and a few more. You have a hard time keeping up with the names.

Sometimes, they take your place. Sometimes, you are aware of this, other times, you are not. You find reality to be an enigma, as if there is a hazy veil between you and the world. Sometimes your feet are too big. Sometimes you are floating. Your mind is detached from you. Your head is too big. You are walking on stilts. You tap out.
You meet Akhenaten, a Lynx, your first physciatrist. He studies you like a science experiment- after all, he’d never seen another with your mental case.
You meet your first crush. Her name isStickykit. You befriend her. She is the first to find out about your friends. She asks if you are possessed, you quickly and carefully explain that they are just… other people. She is outgoing, social, loved, a narcissist, her spark and spunk kept you alive. So, you happily live in her shadow.
Your friends begin to realize, they are not real.They were never real. They have an internal existence crisis. They do not tell you this. They are programmed. They are your survival tool.
One of them attacks Stickykit, and you apologize a thousand times. You ask your friends who it was, they shrug and say, “We don’t know. But it is why you are here. It has gone somewhere else.”
You are twitterpated with Stickykit. You play and run together. You confess how you feel. You progress to apprentices. Your mentor is Louvreart.
There is a herb training, which you both attend. Stickypaw becomes the shaman trainee. You move onto become a warrior. You became official.

You are nine moons old. You have nightmares. You cut. You can’t control your own body, your consciousness is a fog. Your body acts on impulse. You try to kill yourself. You fail. You can’t even kill yourself right.
Dagon turns to catmint and alcohol, he takes control. You meet Jinora.
She listens.
Stickypaw drew away from you, you rely on her. She is raped by a drunkard. You are upset, you offer help. Stickypaw is killed by a Bloodclanner. You collapse by her body, you began to cry heavily, begging for her to wake up. You hold her bloodied corpse, tear flow from your eyes. You forget how to stop.
You turn to Starclan. You try to move forward. Starclan does nothing to help you.

You give yourself a name. Dimitri Dasyat’ Kosei. You and your friends have agreed on this name. It means ‘Several People’. You try out to be an Aristocrat in the clan. You want to do good.
You are bested.

You are captured. You are made a slave in Bloodclan. They break you. You don’t remember most of it. Deyanira does though. He called one of them tasty.
You return home. Somehow. You hallucinate.
Hawkclan promotes you to Minister. You are the first, and perhaps the last. Your job is to hold funerals, bury bodies, and hold weddings. This was silly, looking back on it. There was more death than Union. This was when Hershel joined your friends. Hershel deals with death.

Deyanira is a touchy subject. It believes that destroying things is the best way to protect you. The clan is horrified. You are terrified. Blood stains your paws. Deyanira kills four cats. You are a murderer.

Your friends constantly conflict with you now. You are breaking down. People hope that Jinora will make a breakthrough with you. Some of your friends are gone. There are new ones. You are afraid of yourself.

A ghost visits you one day. It tells you something unbelievable. Stickypaw will be reborn. She will be known as Minty. You set off to find her.
When you find her, all you can do is smile sadly, talk to her, and leave.

There is a name.
Danny.

You are attacked. You discover you can change bodies. You hate this. This is against your beliefs. You feel as if you have cheated death. You hate yourself. You try to kill yourself. You fail. Your own Sanity won’t let you.
Hawkclan is still accepting of you. They are still trying to help you. You are a community case. They keep in mind, despite everything, you are still a person. You have feelings. You have a personality.
You are a pacifist.

Mintypaw visits you. She says Stickpaw had a lot of pent up anger. You talk. It goes wrong. You do not see her again.

There are names. Nya, who you are not fond of, Ichigo, who you are scared of, Lacey, who made you furious, Silverstrike, a friend, Massacrewar, who you are jealous of.
You remember Massacrewar like a fading memory. You recall that he had everything you wanted as a kit. He was found on the territory, like you. Nya took him in. He was normal. He was loved. He was strong. He was popular.
Everyone knew him, everyone liked him, he had the high positions, the fame, he had gotten a family and friends almost instantly, and climbed to the top of the social ladder in days. He was everything you wanted to be.
No one is like you.
You have the ability to change your pelt color. You can change your eye color. Your friends use this so that people can tell the difference. They don’t have to. It gives them a sense of individuality. They like that. They know there is more to them.

You are 15 moons old. There is a prom. You never attended many social events. You are a wallflower. Divertimento makes himself known to the public. He meets someone new. She is a black tabby with a broken pocket watch around her neck. She is blind. Her name is Pocketpaw. Divertimento sweeps her off her feet, and puts you in Ichigo’s line of fire. The cougar confronts you. He knows you’re a nutcase. Pocketpaw is his little sister. He knows you could hurt her. He warns you of the consequences.
You fear the sword-wielding cougar.

You are 16 moons old. You grow close to Pocketpaw. She relights the spark in you. Deyanira tests her, scratching her face. You swear to Ichigo that you will protect her. Ichigo hates you already. You argue. Ichigo frightens you.
You wake up one day with a ring piercing in your left eyebrow. Pocketpaw had put it in. Dagon got it without permission. You are furious.
Pocketpaw becomes the shaman apprentice.

Pocketpaw tries to hang herself. You get upset. You try to help her. She pushes you away.

People try to help you. Jinora is trying to help you. You have hurt her. You are stubborn. You push them away.

You kill.
It doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t add up. None of your friends claimed responsibility. Something was pulling to strings. Something forcedsomeone out. It was a simple joiner, innocent and clueless. You are covered in blood. This doesn’t add up. Your eyes were dark green. Something was pulling the strings. Ichigo picks you up like a kitten. You are taken to Noirstar.
You are demoted.
The clan looks at you differently.
You are devastated. You make a vial, containing poisons, for yourself. If you kill again, you kill yourself.

You meet Zane. He is calm, quiet, collected. He has the power to lock away memories. He gives you a tantalizing offer.
Lock away the bad memories.
Lock away your friends.
He promises it will help you.
You refuse.

You are older. Perhaps seventeen moons old.Pocketpaw changes her name to Vintagequotes. She is raped. You promise to take care of the kits- be a father. This is when Ken joins your family. You try to make yourself better. You try to make sense of things. You try.

Danny makes himself known. You are terrified of this new voice. He calls himself the host. He is rude and cranky. He blames you for your failures. He doesn’t let you die. He calls you a name.
Parasite.
He says you stole his whole life from him. He says you are not real. You don’t understand. No one does.

Out of fear, you take Zane’s offer. Zane warns, a traumatic event could bring them all back. You continue with it. A new man saunters away. You smile. You live. You breath. You are normal. You do not have your friends.

You are captured again. You never knew his name. You never knew his face. He said you did not deserve to know it. He made sure you knew your place. He manipulated you. He used to ability of manipulating emotions. He made sure your friends couldn’t help you. You are his puppet. He takes a leather object, with leather tails running from it. He calls it ‘the cat-o-nine tails’. You are whipped. You wished for death to kiss you and lead you away.
You survive.
He drops you off at the border. You never see him again.

You no longer smile. If you do, the upward curve of your lips is forced and fake. Your face is sullen. You are a shell. Your back is bandaged.

He causes your friends to return. Danny hates you. He claims he hates you more than anyone else. This is a lie.
No one hates you more than you do.

You are going to marry Vintagequotes. You love eachother. You propose. She accepts.

You meet Harrierbeat. She is a biologist. She is fascinated by you. She says you are a walking wonder of physical and psychological wonder. She says you are part of the family. She says there’s so much more to you that isn't told. She says there is so little known about Dimitri. She is right. You rarely talk about what you’ve seen. No one knows you. She asks you questions. She asks you, where you come from, what you want from life, what do you believe in. You explain your past isn’t exactly full of rainbows. She wishes to continue.

You explain you don’t really believe in anything. You say you can't believe in something that never helped you. You took pause on wondered what you wanted from life. You say it would be cool to be normal, like everyone else. To have powers and weapons, and being by yourself. To have a big family that cared a lot about you.

You tell her of your kithood.
When you finish, she is awestruck and gaping.
She says, she believes you are very strong. You don’t believe her. You never been strong.
You talk. You appreciate her.

You are married. You think everything will be okay. This is a lie.

Vintagequotes dies, giving birth to your children. You fall apart. They are given to be raised by a fox. You are horrified. Vintagequotes didn’t give you consent for this! Your horror grows to upset.
You barely recall their names now. Captainpaw. He died. Felixkit. He died. Lovekit. She died. Salixcloud. She died. Luciana. She died. Newspaperpaw. She died. Crescentkit. She died. Angelina. She died. Paige. She goes missing. Cherrykit. She asks you what happened to momma. Why momma is dead. You explain,“The best thing to do now, is to let go.”
In time, your family dies.
And yet, you live.

Vintagequotes returns one day. You are a sullen and deprived soul who never smiles. You are shocked.
Vintagequotes can see now. She has wings. She is a big cat. A tiger? A jaglion? You don’t remember.
You do not like this. You hate the trend of switching bodies. After all, many people share your body. Why would you steal someone else’s? Why would you do that? Why would someone do the reverse of your curse and say it was great?
Why does Vintagequotes use telepathy to get inside your head?!
You hate the new power. You feel like you have no privacy. You are angry. You tell Vintagequotes to stay out of your head. You tell everyone to stay out of your head. It’s the last safe place you have.
She does not respect your wishes.

You are exhausted. Your mind and body are no longer you. You spend time sleeping now. You are no longer in control. Danny has taken the body. He walks like you. Talks like you. He is you. Danny is what you could have turned into.You are a tortured soul. You are kind. You are considerate.

Danny hates everything. Danny is moody and cranky. No one likes Danny. Danny takes charge. Danny replaces you.

You lay in bed, within your own mind, weak, and tired. There are tubes and wires hooked to you. They make your chest move. Your friends say they need you.

You let go.
You die.
To the world, you are a memory. You were Dimitri. You were likable.

He changes your name. Danil Neskol’ko Lyudi.He changes you. He changes everything. He changes the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you react-
You do not exist.

Danny has a hard time keeping composure. You do not know what happens. You are gone. Danny is trying to stitch you together. Alters refuse to merge. He tries. He fails.
Dal wakes up one day. Dal packs up your things.
You leave.

They make you better. They go into isolation. Danny retreats. You do not hear from him. Other alters merge. There were twenty of you. Now there are eight.
You wake up. You are Dimitri. You are rested. You take your objects.
You begin to walk.

You end up in several places. You do not like them. You leave. You continue to walk.

You end up in a forest, of multiple colors and biomes. It is astounding. This place is promising. The dynamics and diversity would be good for everyone.
There are your friends. Akio, the old man. Percy, the flirt. Brid, the soldier. Dal, the stuntman. Divertimento, the party guy. Sally, the child. Dochtuir, the doctor. Deyanira, the monster.

There is you.
Just, you.

Colouredclan greets you with open arms. They have no idea of where you have been, nor what you have seen. They are a fresh start for you. They do not ask where you came from.

You meet Lucinda first. She reminds you of Harrierbeat. You meet Hotline. You are not sure about him. He is a Blackblood. You wonder if that is a disease.

You meet Greymatter. She is a winged cat. She is kind. She is pretty. Her heart and fur are flawless. She gives you a bed in the medic house. You prefer it. After all, the medics needed to be close by if you completely lost it. You become friends quickly. You find comfort in her presence. She is patient. She takes the time to understand. She has seen much. You want to take a step with her.
You make your room a home. You friends like having their own space. You are okay.

You get Sally a teddy bear. She is happy.

Brid makes an elf-like friend. They talk over weapons and war. She is hopeful. He leaves, and Brid stares. They exchange a gift. She is given a silver sword, she gives an orange bracelet in return.

Greymatter is captured. You go ballistic. Deyanira returns. It is different. It listens to you. It brings her back home. Deyanira never gives its name. She fears Deyanira. You apologize over and over, you explain it wasn’t you.

There is a herb training. Dal suggests, “Third times the charm?” You are doubtful.
There is a question.
Why do you deserve on the team?
You reply, That’s funny, to ask me that.
You explain, you’ve never deserved much of anything. You don’t deserve the room Greymatter let you use. You don't deserve to be in presence of any of the High Positions. You, as Dimitri, have never actually been a major contributor. Anywhere. You explain, It’s always someone else. You explain how Brid is always driving when you go into battle, how a different man fathered your children, and yet they still died.
You say that you can’t fight. You can’t go a whole day without switching. You can’t do normal things. You say your brain is, literally, the most unique and confounding enigma in all of medical and psychological science and you hate it. You have never managed to give back anywhere near as much as people have given you.
People seemed to be moved by you.
You are given the nurse position.

You are okay. Things are finally going your way. You smile now. You greet others. You take part in activities. You give the illusion of being normal. You keep going.

You are Dimitri. You are thirty moons old. You wake up. Your muscles are sore, your paws are coated with dry paint. You don’t understand why. You stretch and rub your eyes, you look about the room you call home.

You scream.

Your eyes lock on the far wall, where the door is. You are shaking. Giant, red letters spell out a word.

PARASITE.

You blink again, you rub your eyes. You hope this is just a hallucination. You let your eyes open. The words are there. You panic- you tap out. You fur rises. Your eyes turn black.

You, are Dagon.
You stare at the word. Fear strikes your veins. You move toward the liquor shelf. You take down the strong wine. You let yourself get drunk. You leave the room, and walk outside. You carry the bottle. You like your vodka.

Alcohol has always been your Plan B. You drink to forget. You drink to feel better. You wash your paws. You take another gulp. You try to understand the words. You look about the town. You take another sip.
You are Dagon.

You drink when you are scared.

You have resided in ColouredClan for nearly two moons now. You have settled into your messy room. People know you. People go to you. You help people. You are happy. You have found the opposite end of the red string of fate.
You want to be with Greymatter. You like her. You could go as far as to say, she is your soulmate. She completes you.

Greymatter vanishes. She leaves faint scents and a broken basket in her wake. You are crushed. You do not show this. You bottle this up. You are in pain.
You are in a new state, between Sadness and a One Thousand Yard stare.

For a while, you won't want to be Dimitri. You will want to be anyone but Dimitri.
You have no say in the matter.
And so, your heart beats.

You have retreated into your mind. You are in so deep, so hidden, that even the Wise Akio cannot find you. This may be cowardly, but you believe it is the only way to try and be okay. You believe the isolation will give you time to think, and to heal. You are running from your problems.

You are safe in the corners of your mind palace, your mental sanctuary of sanity. Your friends are scrambling. They are worried. They are worried about the word on the wall, they are worried about who will get things done, they are worried about you.
No one can find you.
You are content with that.

Dimitri's Tags:

GENERAL;
"Duplicate" Dimitri Marcevellio-Kosei || male || The Pariah || 33 moons old || colouredclan || Doctor || brown and white tabby || green eyes || single || hetrosexual || an enigma || socially awkward || introverted || suffers from survivor's guilt || former Hawkclanner and city cat || piercing in his left eyebrow || keeps a silver sword in his closet || has scars on his back, tail, arms, and face || voice reference

BODIES;
Brown and White Tabby Cat (reference) || Polar Bear ( Most common, weighs 908 pounds, seven feet tall. ) || Thunderbird (said to be large enough to pick up bison) || Green Anole (tiny lizard) || Deer (reference) || russian bear dog || Samoyed

POWERS/INTERACTION;
free powers || manipulation of pelt and eye color || glowing || flower prints || conjuration || flavor manipulation || Invisibility || Soundwave manipulation || Scent manipulation || super strength || shapeshifting || emotion manipulation || venomous fangs || pacifist || prone to panic attacks || crushing on Greymatter || easy mentally || hard physically || no kill/maim | pm for capture || attack in limegreen or risk being accidentally ignored || can powerplay affection/non-violent actions

Dimitri himself refuses to use any powers he may have.

PERSONAS; all are male, except for Brid and Sally
Akio || "The Old Man" || 10 years old || Near-Sighted || moves slowly and calmly, relaxed || black persian with yellow eyes
Brid || The Soldier || 26 moons || stoic || honorable || strategically and efficiently wields Dimitri's powers || bearer of the silver sword || orange eyes, red and yellow tabby, maine coon
Dagon || The living embodiment of "Screw you" || 29 moons old || moody || temperamental || will fight you || possibly an alcoholic || black eyes
Dal || the stuntman || 23 moons || Confident || Sanguine || optimistic || would headbutt the wall for fun || will sometimes appear as deer or Bear Dog || Ocicat, forest green eyes
Deyanira || Mr. Hyde || ?? || "it" || does whatever it takes to get what it wants || voice reference
Divertimento || the life of any party || 19 moons || Hyperactive || happy || sometimes appears as Samoyed || glowing, lime green eyes
Dochtuir || The War Doctor || 50 moons || Survivor's guilt || calm || he's seen things || appears as the deer, most often || Grey British Shorthair, blue eyes
Percy || I would say he's "on his way to steal yo girl" but by the time you have finished reading this, he would have already stolen her, the neighbor's, Phil's, Hotline's, and Greymatter || 22 moons || Flamboyant || Sassy || Self-conscious || wingman || flirty || perfectionist || will manipulate his scent into roses || white Russian blue, wine red eyes, spotless coat
Sally || The Child || 2 and a half moons || loving || clueless || supportive || gentle || flowers bloom wherever she goes, likes to paint and make things || appearance unknown, voice heightens in Dimitri's body, possibly a munchkin cat

OTHER/LINKS;
biography || Wheel of Alters || plotting thread || Ask.fm || all opinions ic || trigger warnings will be tagged

THE ALTERS
"We are programmed to receive-"

AKIO	DAGON
Akio is an elderly tomcat, with thick, jet black fur, and yellow eyes. Around his maw are white spots from aging. Akio moves slowly; despite this, he enjoys taking daily walks. Akio goes undercover the most often of the alters, as the situations he normally rises in requires so. A feature that separates Akio from the other personas is that he is nearsighted, which requires him to wear glasses when he goes about. He has signs of Parkinson's. Akio is, at first, calm and generous. He loves to talk- specifically about past experiences. He'll tell you the story of how he got that watch while serving in the army in France. He'll tell you about the book he read or the novel he wrote. He'll tell you the watch story again. He'll tell you all the stories, he'd love for you to ask. However, Akio has moderate tolerance. He'll let Grandkids and young kiddies play around and let them get away with stuff. If they were his own, they would be strictly disciplined, but loved. Akio has a short patience for ignorant people, or rude people. He tends to complain about small things. i.e. "That's the wrong color" The Personas love and respect him equally, and go to him for guidance. He is seen as a caregiver and parental figure. Akio's playlist includes: Professor Layton's Theme In the Hall of the Mountain King His playlist is mostly instrumentals or orchestra pieces.	Dimitri does not recall a good portion of his childhood. He knows what happened, and knew who did it, but he barely recalls how, when, or why. He has some vague memories of some rooms, some streets, but if you just drove him through his old neighborhood he’d get deja vu at MOST. Dal would fare a bit better, as would Brid, and Akio would probably yell at things, but would remember some pretty vivid stuff. This is where Dagon comes in. Dagon could probably name the exact street he grew up on, show you the exact alley, and, hey, he’d probably even know the neighborhood. Dagon has the most vivid memories of the childhood, which plays into his personality. Dagon's playlist includes: I'm Not Okay A thousand Years - The one they played at the end of twilight Fine by Me - Andy Grammer Pain - Three Days Grace Various hard rock; music from your Emo phase
DAL	DIVERTIMENTO
Dal is confident. The best way to describe him is: Dal is confident, meant to support Dimitri with enthusiasm and help out. He'll try anything once, ready for adventure. Dal will often take adventures, which leads them to other clans and visiting others. He is one of the few alters who is completely literate. He is able to read and write, as he is required to document his journeys for Dimitri, who is unsettled by what the alters do without him. Dal's playlist includes:	Divertimento /dᵻˌvɜːrtᵻˈmɛntoʊ/ (Italian: [divertiˈmento]; from the Italian divertire "to amuse") is a musical genre, with most of its examples from the 18th century. The mood of the divertimento is most often lighthearted (as a result of being played at social functions) and it is generally composed for a small ensemble. Divertimento is a jokester, fun and happy, ready to make up games and have fun. He loved to make people smile, and is a social butterfly. Divertimento's playlist includes:
PERCY	BRID
Percy likes people. He likes cats. He likes dogs. He likes everyone. Percy moves with flamboyant flair, a grin, and a sassy flip of the hair. Percy will flirt with near anyone. His current purpose remains unknown, but Percy reasons, "Well someone has to get him girlfriends." The downside is that Percy is self-conscious. Percy's playlist includes: Get Lucky - Daft Punk Runaway Baby - Bruno Mars	Brid's playlist includes: This Girl is on Fire I'll make a Man out of You

Ivan is a Male Polar Bear. He is the General of the Knights of Eden. His full name is, Ivan Zimavich Braginsky. He currently has no titles, and some people call him Big Guy, Fluffy, and Teddy Bear.

Russian names are different. There is a First Name, a Patronymic name, and a Surname. Since Ivan is a Polar Bear, and his mother was Polar Bear, it is suspected that his name was given to him by Humans.

The First Name, Ivan, is like any other first name, whether given at birth or changed to such.
A Patronymic Name is used in Slavic languages. The endings -ovich, -evich and -ich are used to form patronymics for men. For women, the ending is -yevna, -ovna or -ichna.
For example, in Russia, a man named Viktor, with a father named Nikolay, would be known as Viktor Nikolayevich, or "Viktor, son of Nikolay." (Nikolayevich being a patronymic.)

The patronymic is an official part of the name, used in all official documents, and when addressing someone both formally and among friends. Individuals are addressed by their given name followed by patronymic (e.g. "Ivan Zimavich") in many situations including on formal occasions, by colleagues at work, by acquaintances, or when addressed by someone of younger age.

So, if Ivan were to have children, their Patronymic name would be Ivanovich (Male) or Ivanovna (Female.) This name means "______ , of Ivan."

"What does Ivan's full name mean?" you ask? Well, let's break it down.
His first name, Ivan, is a masculine name. It is the Russian form of John, meaning, Gift from God. It is pronounced, ee-VAHN. (Think of, "Evan.")

His patronymic name, Zimavich, derived from a favored fanfic of Owlie's. (1940: Lithuania)Zimavich means "Son of Winter." This also ties to the unknown being, who cursed Ivan.

The meaning of his surname, Braginsky, is debatable, and practically unknown. This is not a common surname, so there is little info on it. A Native Russian on Yahoo said,
"The origin of the surname comes from a small Jewish town Bragin [brɑ:gin] situated at the territory between Gomel (Byelorussia) and Ovruch (Ukraine). People from those towns used to come to Russia for a job and settled very often. So stretching a bit, we can say it's Russian. I mean - close to Russia. There are lots of Braginskys in it."

Other sources, from Astrology and Hippy Sites, which are more unreliable, say:

Ivan is physically eight years and two month old. You may think this makes him very elderly, but keep in mind, Ivan is a Polar Bear. A Polar Bear can live up to eighteen years in the wild, and thirty years in captivity.
Mentally, Ivan is 1163 Years old. Ivan was originally born on December 30th, 852 A.D. in what is today Kiev, Urkraine. As a polar bear, Ivan was born in the Middle of Nowhere, Lower Artic, Northern Serbia.

Ivan currently is single, with a love interest.

Ivan is a bulky, furry, polar bear, with violet eyes, and a pale pink scarf around his neck. Being of the Ice Bear species, Ivan is unique from other bears, especially in shape. Ivan's body is long and tapered— from his huge round posterior dat booty, to a pointed, aquiline nose. Ivan's scarred neck is also very long, which is helpful when he swims and when he thrusts his head into holes to catch prey. (In the artic, seals have to come out and get air from little holes in the ice. This is where Ivan sits and waits to kill them.) Ivan's ears are small and round, with his tail is short and compact. This helps him conserve heat.

Ivan's fur consists of a dense, insulating underfur, topped by guard hairs of various lengths. It is not actually white—it just looks that way. Each hair shaft is pigment-free and transparent with a hollow core that scatters and reflects visible light, much like what happens with ice and snow.

Polar bears look whitest when they are clean and in high angle sunlight, especially just after the molt period, which usually begins in spring and is complete by late summer. Before molting, accumulated oils in their fur from the seals they eat can make them look yellow.
Ivan has black skin under his fur, which is a layer of fat, that can measure up to 4.5 inches (11.5 centimeters) thick. Ivan calls it 'Baby Fat.'

He weighs an approximate one thousand pounds (453.592 kilograms) and stands at nine and a half feet tall, or, 2.92 meters on his hind legs.

Ivan's walk and posture is often the same, except when he is under stress. Ivan walks with his head held high, ears at attention, moving slowly and with pride, like he owns the place. Of course, if Ivan was in a different territory, he would smell the scents of animals at the border, and keep walking.
After all, if you walked into a bank ever so calmly, as if you were in charge, no one would suspect you were going to pull a gun on the bank teller.
Typically, Ivan does not walk. He trudges. He moves slowly, conserving energy with every step- this is because he is a polar bear. Polar bears typically move slowly and methodically— this is to conserve energy.

Ivan's paws are perfect for roaming the Arctic. You do not want him to use these on you. They measure up to 12 inches across (31 centimeters) and help distribute weight when treading on thin ice.
When ice is very thin, Ivan will extend his legs far apart and lower his body to distribute his weight even more. He is an expert at placing each paw precisely and quietly when stalking prey.
You do not want this bear to attack you. Ever. Ivan's thick claws are curved, sharp, and strong. Each can measure more than two inches (5.1 centimeters) long. Bears use their claws to catch and hold prey—and to provide traction on the ice. Ivan's cheek teeth are sharp- so they can shear off chunks of meat. His canine teeth are long, deadly, and widely spaced so he can seize and hold prey. His paw is bigger than a full grown chihuahua- making Ivan a walking tank.
When swimming, his forepaws act like large paddles and hind paws serve as rudders.

Black footpads on the bottom of each paw are covered by small, soft bumps that grip the ice and keep Polar Bears from slipping. Ivan has little tufts of fur between his toes and footpads.

Ivan's sense of smell is very keen, as so is his eyesight and hearing. Heightened senses help Polar Bears survive in arctic conditions.

Ivan has a Russian Accent, and speaks differently. He never uses contractions, and avoids articles.

It is possible Ivan is an ESTJ.

However, this cannot be confirmed as a fact, because Owlie tried to take the test from Ivan's point of view.

Ivan can be defined by the following characteristics: Sanguine, Stoic, Calm, Friendly, Cruel, and Childlike.
Owlie describes him as the biggest bab in town.
Ivan loves people who cry and laugh easily. The reasoning behind this is that Ivan likes making people happy, and wants to help people when they are in despair. However, that is only if he considers them a friend. If not- he wants his enemies to suffer.
However, Ivan is not fond of making enemies. As a christian, he believes in forgiving thy enemy first, making amends- and if he has exhausted all resources, then, he considers them an enemy.
Ivan likes being around others. He likes listening to people argue because of the long, silent and eerie winters in his home, which make him feel lonely. Hearing arguing voices reminds him everybody is alive and he's not alone. But too much can get on his nerves.

Current Life Relations:
In the present day, Ivan is single. His romantic interest is Amelia, Alfred's Adopted sister. His past romantic interest is June, a female polar bear he met while in Blizzardclan during his journey home.
He had a run-in, or possibly one-night stand, with a faker Polar bear, named Spinebreak Lucifus.

He considers Natalya, a borzoi, to be his adopted sister. He cares about her very much, and if faced with a choice, Ivan will normally end up choosing Natalya.

Ivan is cursed by a powerful, otherworldly demon of sorts, named Генера́л зима meaning, and pronounced, General Zima. As Zima believes Ivan does not deserve to address him in their native language, he is called General Winter.

Ivan's known past lives are included here:

Ivan considers Deutschstar, the Thunderclan leader, to be a close friend of his. Deu helped Ivan on his journey home, and has received more than one scarf from Ivan.
Anyone Ivan considers to be a friend or a family member is given a sweet badge.

His other Friends include:
Ayano, a disabled and abandoned kit in KoE. Ivans wants to adopt her.
Brandy, The terminus leader, who he got along with, despite the situation, and let him leave Terminus.
Gamepaw, an apprentice in KoE, with a split person named Gwen. He is fond of her, and is her mentor.
Akikoestrellia, the dead KoE medic.
Cassius, his platonic soulmate and future subordinate.

Ivan's children are required to carry his patronymic name and surname. The Patronymic name for the four different categories he could have, go like this:
A biological son would be "Ivanovich Braginsky."
A biological daughter would be "Ivanovna Braginsky."

An adopted son would be "Ivanevich Braginsky." (slight change, but still different.)
An adopted daughter would be "Ivanichna Braginsky."

They are separated this way to tell the difference between them.

His adopted children include Asriel Ivanevich Braginsky, and Lexus-Torell Ivanevich Braginsky. Both are his sons.