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Real Name: Demetrius
Age: 19
Race: Human
Height: 6'2.1”
Weight: 133 lbs
Abilities/powers/weapons: Demetrius is able to create various plasma energy constructs, including silver knives, shields and slides to travel on. Upon creation, the plasma energy becomes instantly tangible. He is a skilled hand to hand to combat as to give him the all around balance.
Physical Appearance: He has yellow onyx colored hair. His eyes are a sharp piercing blue. He keeps a clean appearance for the public’s eye. Underneathe his dark blue trench coat he has a kevlar vest on which shows off his toned body. A pair of black bike gloves cover his hands. A pair of dark blue semi-cargo semi-tight pants. He had a strong jaw and an almost movie star look to him. He stands at an exact six-foot-two-point-one-seven inches, but looks even taller from a distance due to his broad shoulders, muscular build, and his constant straight-backed stance. His special combat training has paid off, if only in this one respect: he’s physically strong, he looks it, and he doesn’t care if everybody knows--and in fact, he would rather have it that way. He has no problems at all with wearing tight, form-fitting clothing beneath his old, favorite blue-grey trench coat, and he's not ashamed to flaunt his body in every way he can. Narcissistic? Perhaps. Forgivable? Maybe-
Distinguishing Marks: Has a scar across his two left eyebrows, and can occasionally be caught rubbing at it when he thinks no one is looking.
Personality: He has a lot of self-confidence in himself which is often mistaken for arrogance. He is a very hard person to get along with. He is usually a loner when he’s not putting up a front for the public, but when he gets to know someone good enough, he can warm up to them. He’s very intelligent and is skilled in business affairs.
When doing a mission he gets it done and takes order as well as he hears them. When he talks he shows really no emotion in his face or voice. When he is angry he is silent and takes everything in. When he is sad he keeps all his emotions bottled up inside, and rarely, when he’s happy he’ll go out and train. Dimitri keeps to himself and believes that only he can fend for himself when in reality he leans on others on many occasions like his loved ones if he had any.
History: At an early age Demetrius lived in a small orphanage in the southern ghetto side of Jump City. He had no trace of parents or any family at all. When living there he was small for his age of seven making him an easy target for bullies to harass. He was always picked on and beat upped; there wasn’t much authority to stop these fights living in an orphanage and all. He was so reclusive and was always keeping an eye for bullies. He often had bruises but no one cared. He simply just shut everyone out; he no longer made eye contact with anyone for reasons that only his mind understood why. He was considered an odd little boy by the ‘caretakers’, he did odd things like suddenly having in his possession random objects when just a moment ago he wasn’t holding anything at all. He had a special little area in the three story orphanage building; it was in the attic where no one ever went because it was apparently haunted. It had happened one day when the same bullies that always picked on him. At the time he had believed it as well it was haunted and was on the verge of tears as they dragged him up there just to mental torture him. In the end he found it wasn’t, but he never told anyone that. It was his special spot and he didn’t want to share it with anyone.
At the age of eleven his life was forever altered. A prestigious man by the name of Slade came to the orphanage after he had heard some news of a gifted child among his database. No one let alone Demetrius knew he was gifted with powers, but Slade sure knew. Slade was one of the men in the criminal world and had many connections in a manner of speaking. He created an extensive dossier on a young boy by the name of Demetrius. He discovered the boy shared similar powers to someone he knew as a youth who went by the name…Argent. Slade took in this Demetrius and brought him into a new world, he gave him a new home, all the finer things in life, and most importantly he gave him an identity in this world. Demetrius lead quite the prominent life, he had everything he ever desired. He had wealth, intellect, and everything else in between except for one thing. Unconditional love.
Slade seemed to have other intentions in store for young Demetrius. He put Demetrius through combat training courses; he lost his father figure appearance and became more of a taskmaster.
When he was fifteen he was extremely skilled and was one of the best skilled fighters that he entered many exalted competition and won every single one. He was top notch in his class too. He had the top grades and was well respected by his fellow students and teachers. So of course he was hated for that. There were always those people that still tried to diss and harass him, but he was no longer a defenseless little eight year old boy. He fought back, he was not going stand for arrogance. He did have an anger problem which he vented out through physical means, be it in combat training or through street fighting. At seventeen was when he discovered the full force of his power. Slade with his sly self trained Demetrius in the way of the hit man. Now at first Demetirus was opposed to this, he didn’t want to kill anyone for profit but he couldn’t do anything about. He was given that ‘This is what you owe me for what I did for you” bullcrap by Slade. No one would think, ‘Why doesn’t Demetrius just use his power to overthrow Slade?” Well Slade was no ordinary human himself. He too possessed deadly powers and was far more experienced in to use them to their fullest.
At eighteen Demetrius lost the status of an adopted son and was forced to become a member of Slade's high-status sentinels. Demetrius became an personal assistant for Slade, a carrier of death. Now at nineteen it grew into a lifestyle.