"I'm probably about as stubborn as you are" - Dimitri Peter Dimitri Fedorov
NICKNAMES: Dimitri, Dim, Dimi
AGE: 22 years
BIRTHDAY: August 19th
ORIENTATION: Straight
NATIONALITY: Russian/English
OCCUPATION: Guitarist
PLAYED BY: Ben Barnes
DISNEY: Anastasia
USER GROUP: HERO
PERSONALITY !
STUBBORN! The one thing about Dimitri is that he does his own thing. It doesn't matter how persuasive you think you are being, chances are that if he doesn't want to do it, he won't. It takes more than anything anyone ever has to convince him to do something against his will. There's only one person who can actually get past his stubborness and that's his old friend, Anastasia. She is the only one that can actually convince him to do anything, but even that takes a bit of persuasion.
PROTECTIVE! Being someone who has lost a lot, he tends to be very protective of those who he is close to. Some view him as over protective but he really just wants to make sure that no one ever leaves or disappoints him ever again. If anyone ever threatened any of his friends he would be the first one to fight back, no questions asked. He hates it when anyone pickes on any of his friends and you had better watch out because when he gets angry, he gets very angry.
BAD BOY! On the exterior, Dimitri acts like your typical bad boy. He wears leather jackets and shades and jeans. Some of his friends know what he's really like but most others don't. He does the half smile very well and is often found leaning against a wall with one leg up. But this is really just an act to keep people from getting too close to him.
KIND! If anyone manages to get past his bad boy exterior they may just find something quite nice underneath the act. Inside Dimitri is really just a nice guy. However, if you call him Peter you're asking for it. To those who are his friends, he could not be kinder.
QUIRKS: Dimitri speaks great english but the only problem is his accent. It occasionally sounds more Russian and then will change back to more English. He also loves playing his guitar and will often just write songs about nothing in particular.
LIKES: singing, guitar, living on the edge, things that make his heart race, girls, leather jackets, shades, cars, horses, friends, being away from his parents
DISLIKES: people knowing what he's really like, getting caught, lawyers, meddlers, his parents, courtrooms, judges, bugs, anything pink, guys who treat girls badly, anyone who tries to hurt his friends, people who try to control him
HISTORY !
Dimitri was born to an English mother and a Russian father. Both parents insisted on having his name reflect this so his first name became Peter. However, he always preferred to be called Dimitri rather than Peter. His mother worked in one of the Romanov family’s hotels in Russia. At a young age, Dimitri began working as a kitchen hand. He often watched the young Anastasia as she played in the gardens and he often wondered what she would be like in person. But yet, he was a kitchen hand and she would never want to befriend him. Besides, she had so many other followers; she would not have time for him.
His wish however was fulfilled when he was six and the young Anya was five. They became fast friends and when Dim did not have to work they often played together. They grew closer with each day but still, Dimitri knew that the time would come when they would have to part. After all, she was practically royalty in Russia and he was merely a kitchen boy. But still, he ignored the nagging of his mind and continued his friendship with the girl. Besides, maybe people could change anyway. And he was growing very fond of Anya, though he would never let her know this.
When he was nine, one of the Romanov brothers attacked the house. Dimitri had been on staff that night, merely washing dishes as they came back. As soon as he heard of the fire he rushed to find Anastasia but, she was already gone. He helped some of the other family members escape and then left the building himself. His parents had managed to escape too and so all three watched the building collapse. Dimitri couldn’t stick around to see if Anastasia had gotten out safely as his parents already had a plan. They decided they could not stay in Russia any longer and so they were moving to England, his mother’s home country. Dimitri was enraged at this; he simply couldn’t just leave Anya like that. But only a day later she was reported as dead.
Heartbroken, he left with his family to England and they moved into a small house in a small village. Everything continued to go downhill from there. His parents started arguing more and more and one day they announced it, they were getting a divorce. They asked Dimitri to choose who he wanted to live with but, he simply couldn’t. It was a difficult decision and one he certainly didn’t want to make. So instead, they all went to court. His parents were brutal; they both wanted him to go with them. It went on for two years until finally, his mother won. But Dimitri certainly did not forget what they had put him through and vowed that as soon as he was old enough he would leave and go somewhere nicer, where his parents would never find him.
Courtrooms, however, were not a thing of the past. Dimitri started venting his feelings, and not in a way that was altogether good. He began shoplifting, and when asked why, he simply stated it was for the thrill of it. He often got into fights with other boys at his school and often he was the one starting them. His life took a bad turn and he ended up in juvenile detention for a few months. He was sixteen at that time. It was around then that rumours started flying about Anastasia Romanov being alive. He couldn’t believe it. As soon as he was out he began searching everywhere for clues on her whereabouts. After two years of sleuthing it led him to Fantasia City. Once he was eighteen he left, only leaving a not for his mother saying that he had to leave and no one could bring him back. He arrived at Fantasia City and since then he has been looking for Anya, with no luck so far but soon, he knows he’ll find her.
SAMPLE !
The whole maze was perfectly quiet. In some ways the lack of sound was disturbing but in others, it was peaceful. It was late and most of the shifters had retired to their respectful sleeping quarters. “I should go back too,” a young shifter whispered to herself as she continued to walk in the direction she hoped was east. She had been down in the maze most of the evening, her grey jacket wrapped over her to keep the warmth in. Down in the rocky tunnels it was cold, especially at that time of year. The lanterns among the cave only emitted light, giving little warmth to the people who passed by. She was glad to have brought her jacket down with her. Originally she was going to leave it but she decided against that in the end. Better safe than sorry.
Her brown eyes were used to the dim light down in the maze and she could see almost perfectly. That was why she had come down here in the first place. It was quiet, a good place to sit and read. Carrying with her she had a thick copy of Eragon by Christopher Paolini. She had finished it barely ten minutes ago and had decided to head back to her den. Coming up to the next turn, a puzzled look crossed her face. Which way now, she thought to herself, pausing for a moment. She thought back to how she had got down there in the first place. The twists and turns from the entrance had been replaced with thoughts of dragons and Urgals and the dreaded Shade from the novel.
In the end she finally decided to trust her instincts. Her sense of smell told her that there was someone close by at the left hand turn. To the right, it was as silent as ever. “Left it is then,” she whispered to herself. Spinning on her heels she flicked her red hair behind her shoulders and walked down the left-hand turn. She started to pick up her pace, wondering how far down she would have to walk before she reached her destination. I swear I didn’t walk this far down the maze. A worried thought crossed her mind but she continued on nonetheless, determination crossing her features.
At last, she found the person she had been tracking; however the other shifter was not at the entrance. The girl in the maze was at least two or three years older than her and she had long brown hair that was perfectly straight. Her eyes were closed and she was leaning against the wall. Smiling, Scarlet walked up and leant against the opposite wall. The girl opposite her seemed nice enough but it was best not to disturb her yet. If she was in the mood to talk she would. It was already getting late, probably only a few more hours until morning, but she didn’t care. Her mind was still buzzing with the excitement from the novel and that wasn’t going away any time soon.
ABOUT YOU!
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