Character Name: Dimitri Arshun
Nickname: What ever you want darling
Age: 21 - 28 April 1991
Gender: Male
Grade: Townie
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Race: Pheonix
Play-by: Zac Efron
Appearance:

Dimitri stands at an impressive 1.86 meters, where he towers over most people. He likes to use this height to his advantage and always has an excellent posture. His face is always composed into his sweet and sexy half smile. Many people say his smile is what charms all the ladies, but he disagrees. It's his ripped body, his startling navy blue eyes that are streaked with crimson, and then when you add in his sweet smile you get 'bad boy overload' and 'my ovaries are exploding'. He has lightly tanned skin with slightly tousled short dark hair, he always has it styled slicked back and with a slight tuff at the front. With his deep set eyes he can lock your eyes into his no problem. He doesn't have any tattoos or piercings, just a few barely noticeable freckles scattered along his nose and cheek bones. He has straight teeth from the result of dental work. All for that charming smile. He likes to stroll around without a shirt most the time, admit it, if you had his body you would as well. He works out regularly and makes sure that his body is always looking it's best. He has excellent hygene and, after all, you need great hygine to stand a chance with women.

Personality:

He's a typical bad boy. Oh yes my girlies, lock yourself away because this boy isn't afraid to take you home with him. He's charming, witty and his ego is suffocatingly large. Take a breath and watch your words before you step to this charmer, he's wicked with his words, catches you with his eyes and when he knows what he wants he'll do anything to get it. He's not an arse hole unless you piss him off, he's actually always nice and charming because that's just how he is. Relationships are not his forte, they are not something he likes. He's more of your casual guy that's always around if you want to have a good time or forget someone. He loves sports and is a trained dancer, not that he'd ever share that. He's got a very dark sense of humour and finds it rather insulting when women don't find him attractive. It just makes him want to be with them even more, he chases them until they give in to his 'natural' charm. He doesn't respect most authority, when it comes to Dimitri, you've got to earn your respect from him. All in all he's the guy you go too for a good time, dark humour and a sick as ride on his motorcycle.

History:

Dimitri grew up with his grandparents because when he was only a young boy his parents were killed in a horrible car accident. It was a marvel to the doctors how he survived the accident, where he was siting he should have been crushed but he escaped with only a few bumps and bruises. To this very day he still refuses to ride in cars which is why he bought he motorbike on his nineteenth birthday. Other than the accident most of his childhood was normal...well for him at least. Turning into a firey bird was nothing, just something that happened to him. His grandparents told him to keep it too himself, that he was just that little more special than the other children. Dimitri didn't believe them though, he told other kids about himself and they all laughed at him and called him crazy. He was bullied heavily through primary school, he was never accepted by anyone. He was the lonely boy.

In highschool his grandparents moved and he was able to change himself...reinvent himself. He had never told his grandparents his troubles in middle school. This highschool was a relief. Different kids like himself, people who accepted him for who he was. He had already built his walls though and soon was the heart breaker of the high school. He lost his virginity at the age of seventeen in the back of a pick up truck. He'd taken a girl out on a romantic date and it just happened. Then he had his taste of paradise. When ever he had a girlfriend he wouldn't be able to help himself to other women. Soon he learnt that he couldn't date, so instead he changed his ways for a while he stopped dating and sleeping around. He actually became quite normal. His number stopped at ten different women and he settled down to graduate.

Now he mostly keeps himself to himself, although every now and then he can't help himself. He wants the women who don't want him, he wants to be the winner in any games they try to play with him.

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'Cause I'm lazy my horsie one;

“Yes, I believe so. After being bitten I was consumed with deliriousness and lost my sight temporarily.” A quiet sigh and then she pulled herself out of the river, her feet crunched on the shore pebbles and she carefully navigated her way back over to the grass, She shook some of the water from her body, letting the sun dry off the rest. Roland had followed her and she smiled watching him triy to shake some of the water from his short fur. Her hair was still streaming with water, it gushed down the strands of her and started making a pool around her feet. Giving a light chuckled she watched the water starting to pool up. Roland continued what he was telling her before, with a calm look and gesturing around the meadow with his muzzle. “That’s how I ended up here, when I’d had no intention of wandering so far from the herd. But I don’t think it had any lethal effects, otherwise I probably wouldn’t be here at all,” he added with a grim smile. She didn't appreciate his darker sense of humour. She moved out of her little pool and glanced at him before turning her eyes back on the setting around them. "It's not funny, it would be a shame if you were dead!" She told him sounding rather frustrated. He eyes flickered back to him, at least his humour did have some sort of dark charm to it.

Although what he said did process truth, he was still here, so clearly he was no longer in any danger. "It is a relief knowing you're not about to die on me though." Her vocal cords only muttered it so he knew that while she was glad that his health would return, she was less than impressed about his casual attitude about him nearly dying. Her eyes settled on a pretty flower near her feet, she smiled at it and felt her anger at the stag ebbing away. Nature always had a calming effect in her, just like her pendant did. She glanced down at her pendant smiling at it, yes it made her feel better. She began to move a little closer to the flower, however her front tripped and rolled in a painful motion. A pained breath escaped her, then her front left hoof fell into a ditch. Roots and rocks scrapped at her skin as her leg fell in, a particular sharp rock tore her skin open, leaving a wide gash in her leg. She couldn't see it though, the width of the hole was only big enough for her hoof and ankle to fit snugly into it. The depth wasn't a major concern either.

She stumbled and struggled to stay up right, her trapped hoof making it hard. She could feel that her ankle was trapped around something, cutting into her flesh. "Oh no!" She began saying, quickly becoming aware of pain shooting up her trapped leg. She began to tug her foot but it was useless and only caused her more pain. "It's trapped! I can't get it out!" Her eyes grew wide with panic and she began to breath harshly. This was bad, this was really bad. She looked over at Roland, eyes wide and pleading. "I helped you...you help me?" she asked meekly. Eyes back on her hoof for a fleeting moment. "I'm kidding, I mean you don't actually owe me a thing." She glanced up at him, "but you already know that." She always spoke too much, she never really knew when it was the right time to shut the heck up. So she directed her thoughts back to her well and truly stuck foot. A dry chuckle actually came to her lips even through she was in a fair amount of pain. She tried to wriggle her ankle to free her trapped foot, it was dark in the small hole but she could a small amount of blood smeared on her white fur. At least she knew it wasn't broken, the pain was purely because of the cut on her hoof. It burned though every time the skin tugged around it, she knew however Roland's injury was far greater than hers. So she did no bitch or whinge, she merely treated it as if this situation was a hassle for her. She tried to tug her foot free again but the motion only resulted in more pain, she was a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry about this" She smiled at Roland and then gave another dry chuckle. "I guess my life is in danger, better get a time mender...." It was a terrible joke but was honesty the best she could come up with at the current moment.

Looking back over to the stag she waited her him to either offer a game plan or wonder off. Typical, she was still assuming the worst of him. Why did she always do that? She shook herself mentally and brought her thoughts back to the present. She had helped him, while he wasn't in debt to her or anything, she hoped her would feel that she at least deserved his assistance. Because she did deserve it...right?

congratulations, mister arshun. after going over your transcript, and deciding how well you'd fit in here at Cry Wolf High, we have decided to accept your request to join us! please go take the time to go to the directory, and the sign ups to complete your enrollment. thank you!

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