RikuDrak's Elite

Name: Dermut Gottschalk
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Race: Human
Height: 6'3" // 191cm
Weight: 185 lbs. // 84 Kg
Occupation: Ripper doc
Sub-profession: Masochist
Appearance: Dermut looks strange even at first glance. He stands at 6'3" with toned, fairly muscular body build and has short to medium black hair always styled in gelled up spikes aimed towards the back. His dull green eyes seem to always watch you, gazing at you in the same manner you gaze at him and seemingly incalculable to most normal people. It's rare to seem him smile in anything other than a sarcastic or malicious manner, although he is one to smirk quite often. He has a sort of brash directness in his mannerisms that makes him seem extremely creepy in one way or another.
Dermut could be described as attractive to some. He certainly has a fit body and a rather attractive face despite looking older than he actually is. His visage is often uglied and obscured, however, by various injuries that appear mainly due to his bad habits. It's not rare to see him with a black eye or a swollen lip, sometimes evidence of something a little more lethal are left behind. Regardless, his face nearly always heals up quite fine and he hasn't yet received a scar.
Over his pectorals, shoulders, and upper arms are intricate golden-brown coloured tattoos. The design is highly technical; webs of circuits, cogs, and wires are strung around in a highly detailed and precise pattern. A mechanical-looking gryphon head rests on both sides of his chest, the rump melting into the strange designs over his arms. That is the extent of his body modification, however. He has absolutely no piercings (as he feels they would be a waste anyway; they'd most likely be ripped out soon after he got them), thaumaturgic augmentation, or mechanical replacements.
There is only one nearly permanent article of clothing that Dermut wears; a brown leather sleeve over his entire left arm. The arm is covered in scars, bruises, and sometimes burns and other evidence of strange injuries (in turn disfiguring his tattoo), and therefore he keeps it covered. While in his shop working, he attaches various utility pockets and pouches to hold small mechanical parts and tools.
Leisurely, he wears a long thick wooled double-breasted black coat. This coat is mostly always open, despite him not always wearing a shirt underneath. The coat obscures all of his leather sleeve except for the strap around his upper torso. His pants are also usually black and split into two flaps just after his knee. The front side is tucked into tall industrial working boots while the back flap is left hanging. On other occasions he will also wear rather normal black working pants, also tucked in to his boots.
In most formal situations he intentionally undermines dress codes. He'd typically wear his casual, everyday outfit but with a common white cotton underneath his coat if he didn't have one. Or he'd simply keep his coat closed. But for rare instances where he actually adheres to a classy dress code or is intending to impress someone, he has an entire clean, black, slightly tight fitting suit and pair of rather decent boots (see: character picture). These remain in good condition because he hardly ever wears it, and never for very long.
Personality: Dermut is a strange one. You may never be extremely sure when he's making a sick joke or being totally and completely serious. In actuality he probably is completely serious but doesn't press further if you interpret it as a joke.
The most prominent character trait you'll find is his brash rudeness and ill manners. He treats aristocrats with the respect they demand, but never with a smile on his face. The respect lessens when they step into his workplace. They go under the knife like anyone else, and once under his knife, Dermut is in control. He fits in well with the scum of the city and prefers it that way, especially if everyone else acts as if they are superior to him for it.
He can be aggressive and commandeering at times, and will certainly try to walk all over you and order you around until you put him in his place. Often times, one has to keep putting him in his place. He will exploit any little cracks if someone he knows has ever grown softer. He doesn't intentionally try to be a jerk, it's simply his social dynamic. He can't respect someone that can't put their foot down.
Dermut can also be fairly normal, at times. However normal someone as rough and gritty as he can be, anyway. If you do keep him in his place and firmly establish the line, he'll be a very loyal friend and maybe even somewhat pleasant to be around if you accept that he will never be a proper gentleman. He doesn't forget favours and will always repay them, and usually isn't scared to repay them in less than savoury ways. He's probably a good asset if you want some dirty work done you don't want to take care of yourself.
There is, however, something very dark deep down under his skin. Dermut is highly masochistic, which accounts for his aggressive and dominant behaviour. He want to be put in his place, wants to be subdued by force. He's hopelessly addicted to pain, specifically to the chemicals his body releases when he experiences pain. It's both his kink and his drug, although that doesn't necessarily mean all his intimate relationships involve such an intense fetish. He would prefer if they did, however, but he's not blind to the fact that his turn on is far from normal.
His addiction can force him to go to great lengths to get his drug. He will often insult, intimidate, bully, and otherwise anger and agitate people to get them to retaliate. He'll try everything and anything if he's extremely desperate, whatever it takes to find the key to switching on another's irrational temper. He commonly scours bars and follows particularly rough looking patrons out to start a brawl some ways down on their journey to home or wherever it is they go when they leave.
One thing, though, despite all of his dementia, is that he takes his work seriously. It's his art, his magic. It keeps him sharp, entertained, and earning money. He doesn't bother with trying to do himself "better" by becoming a full physician or full mechanic, he's fine with where he is and what he's doing. The best thing is that Dermut will never turn down a request if the customer has enough money, no matter how strange or life threatening it may be. So long as the customer is fully aware and still stubborn on their modification.
History: It's tough growing up in the Lower City sometimes, especially for easily impressionable youth. He grew up in a normal lower wealth family (however normal a life you can live in being so underprivileged). In truth, his family was only slightly more wealthy than anyone who can be found dwelling in the slums and the only real difference was that they lived in only a minutely better neighborhood.
The difference was not enough to keep him away from slum life.
He had always been rather barbarically territorial. He was the oldest child of many (a few even having died from disease before getting a chance to grow up) and, much to the dismay of his parents, grew used to being able to push around the rest of his siblings. This was only strengthened by the very large age gap between himself and his next living sibling.
By the time he hit puberty, he was already involved with the wrong crowd and participated in street brawls and other violent games with fellow street rats. At first, it was all a power trip. He was able to overpower others, although sometimes it wasn't anywhere near easily. At the same time, he could let out frustration and pent up anxiety that inevitably results from a life of poverty. Then there came a time when he no longer could hold his supremacy over his peers for various reasons, and it suddenly shifted into something new.
He received a strange excitement in finally having someone able to conquer him in his ring of friends and foes. Someone was finally able to inflict damage on him when he had felt himself so immortal and unbeatable. There was fun to be had in making someone else struggle their absolute hardest to best you.
It's ridiculously easy to become an addict.
It's an unspoken fact that everyone has their addictions, even the residents of the Upper City. Whatever it may be; drugs, prostitution, entertainment, gambling... Everyone had something. Dermut was addicted to pain. To the humiliation of being outdone by someone else. To the thrill there was to be had in a fight.
It's a surprise that he has survived until now. Perhaps he just hasn't gotten to the point where it's gone too far. He's terrorized countless people to get them into a fight, to get them to beat the crap out of him. He's kept the same method for years; going to various taverns and pubs and following random people out before attacking them unexpectedly. There are also other ways, however...
Additional Information: Abuse him. He'll love you for it.

• He never exposes his left arm publicly so long as it's in his power to keep it hidden. The arm is covered in scars, bruises, and burns from various instances of self-infliction when he couldn't get his fix from someone else. Most usually he wears a leather sleeve at all times to hide it.
  
• He likes getting hit everywhere except in his family jewels. Why? Because of the nausea. Hit him hard enough and he's liable to puke everywhere. Not very pleasant at all.
  
• He doesn't have any racist bone in his body; non-humans are just as good a humans. Though he has a fear of vampirism, mainly because he'd like to remain human.
  
• Being into humiliation and all, he's pretty shameless and doesn't really get embarrassed. He'll probably do the most ridiculous stuff if he thinks you're actually daring him (or paying him enough, whatever that payment may be).
  
• He doesn't get off on emotional/verbal abuse. That just pisses him off.
  
• Dermut isn't judgmental; he usually never hates someone he doesn't know much about. The best way to bypass this trait is to treat him as a social inferior (in non-intimate situations).

Name: Demyan Gleb
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Race: Human
Height: 6'1" // 185cm
Weight: 170 lbs. // 76 Kg
Occupation: Aristocrat
Sub-profession: Womanizer
Appearance: Demyan stands at 6'1" with an average figure; a medium build that's filled out nicely. He's not spindly and thin, but not large and fat or muscular either. Having lived a luxurious, pampered life, Demyan has little in the way of tones meat on his body. This is not to say he is a flabby ball of dough, for his own personal appeal he keeps in somewhat decent shape, but he is very clearly the opposite of a laborer. He is decently strong despite what his looks and mannerisms may suggest.

His face is rounded but youthful and healthy, much like every aristocrat from Antillia. He sticks to gentlemanly grooming, shaping his facial hair into what he thinks is appealing and respectable. Surprisingly, he has facial piercings as well as ear piercings, but in any respectable and formal occasion these are unadorned and therefore never seen. Mostly, these are for part of his "costume" when he throws parties.

When he is in costume, he will also never hesitate to paint his face with black for dramatic if not appealing effect. He'll even go as far as the paint tattoos on himself, though never in excess and always tasteful. He'd never permanently ruin his skin with ink, though, so nothing will ever last more than an evening. He will also wear rings in his piercings (one between his lower lip and chin, two on each ear) and most likely find some other eccentric way to adorn himself with jewelry.

Formally, Demyan typically wears quite gentlemanly outfits and most always places a top hat over his short dark brown hair. Every now and then he completes the picture with a high quality cane, which he delights in smacking others with, but for the most part he feels it unnecessary and hindering. His outfits are always flared with some sort of eccentric accessory or two that are commonly associated with younger generations, but overall their oddities do not outweigh their formality. Almost always, his clothing is lacking in colour aside from blacks, dark grays, and whites. The most you might get from him is a blood-red tie.
Personality: Demyan is, quite typically, rather snobby and pretty full of himself. As far as he’s concerned, he’s the best thing that ever hit the earth since sliced bread. Anyone who denies this is either jealous or too stupid to realize just how awesome he is. In turn, he demands a lot from other people; especially social inferiors. It’s not particularly hard to earn his respect however. If you’re just as manipulative and asshatish as him, he’ll probably like you. Though there’s no ripping away his number one; himself.

Despite this, he’s a rather charming guy. He knows how to be extremely sappily romantic and butter up sweet and innocent girls. His methods might not always be right- after all, he’s not a very observant man and he can’t tell what a girl would like just by looking at her- but he’ll keep trying different things to soften them up. There isn’t a particular kind of woman he wouldn’t try to pursue. He’s not a satyromaniac in the least, but he takes a great delight in breaking the hearts of whomever he can. Particularly women, though I’m sure he wouldn’t mind romancing a very feminine man if it meant their heart would shatter in a similar fashion.

He has a humor with only people he considers friends or favorable acquaintances. To everyone else, their relationship is strictly formal business and he’d rather not spend unnecessary time with those types of people. He may not be extremely youthful, but his life is centered around pleasure and fun. It’s ridiculous that he should actually still be making a slight income on top of all his inheritance for doing naught more than contracting every STD known to man. He has yet to actually contract one, however, that ridiculously lucky bastard. It wouldn’t be surprising if he did in the near future and died of it.

He can also be strangely eccentric. For all of his formality and selfishness, he’s into some rather odd things. For one, he loves to play host, especially to an audience of rather creepy people. He has a habit of hosting the monthly or bimonthly occultish themed orgy fest in his mansion, allowing a variety of refined yet horribly tarnished patrons to retreat to a dark, mock-satanic horror fetish style drug induced orgy. He himself is rare to partake in the festivities, but he never ceases to add more depravity every time it occurs.
History:Demyan has never had a centimeter of hardship in his entire life. He’s from a well pampered family and lifestyle, highly educated though not exactly your most brilliant shining star of thinking, and taught in the fine arts of merciless manipulation- often referred to as “businessmanship” by his parents. He has been brought up from a young age to feel that the world owes him something, that plenty of people aren’t worth their time.

He was raised for the first five years of his life as an only child until his dear sister was born. Their relationship has been formal at best; after age thirteen they were quite distant with each other. It didn’t put much strain on his already selfish mannerisms, however, as they were both raised to accept a natural male dominance. She was a proper lady, ever the submissive one (except in the case of lower people), and he was the proper gentleman. For the most part, he never cared much about her wellbeing; if she died, she died, and there was no one to blame but herself. It wasn’t long before his sister was whisked away in to marry a business partner and he hardly heard from her since.

When he was at the age of twenty-three, his parents died. The cause of death is unknown; certainly no one cared that much to investigate, and so he inherited everything they had. He currently continues where they left off as well as acts as the occasional supplier to various shops in Lower Antillia. He mainly supplies leathers and cheeses, but if the offer is particularly attractive he’ll attempt to procure other goods.

To coincide with his take over, he completely changed the inside of the mansion that now belonged to him. Instead of a classical mood with light-colored schemes he redecorated with a much darker theme. It can give most first time visitors a very eerie sense about the otherwise gentlemanly man, and is but a mere glimpse into the complex and jaded mind of Demyan Gleb.

Every month or two he hosts a “secretive” (but not really since he invites nearly everyone in Élucubrati) party in his mansion consisting of dark themed drug-induced orgies. Various activities, such as strange occultist-style rituals and games, usually start off the evening after the consumption period. Demyan himself never actually participates in these, but perhaps is secretly a bit of a voyeur. If anything, he enjoys the feeling of being sober and in control in a group of utterly lost people.

More secretive still is his common habits of wandering into Lower Antillia and finding himself an inferior woman for the taking. While Demyan is not hesitant to attempt to seduce and charm a woman of higher standing, it is usually the young and naïve lower citizens that fall the hardest.

Overall, he really has too much time on his hands.
Additional Information: No doubt all of this information will be cleaned up and organized later on.

Name: Vincent Garner
Gender: Male
Age: True age unknown, appears 23
Hair color: Light blond
Length: Medium length, spiked upwards/outwards in the back
Skin Tone: Pale
Eye color: Left eye is light green, right eye is light blue.
Clothing: Vincent usually wears a black short or normal length jacket with black feathers around the collar, no t-shirt or a tight black one, tight black pants, and elaborate punk-gothic style boots.
Race: Unknown, appears to be human (or angel).
Accessories: Wallet with a chain attached to a belt loop, and a black leather belt.
Height: Tall; 6'4"
Personality: Vincent is lustful, sleazy, seductive, and playful. A lot of time he will over soften his expression to warm up the heart of whomever he is wooing, but he is also highly avoidive, paranoid, unreliable, and at times rather unpredictable. It’s hard, nearly impossible, to truly get to know him.
Psychology: Vincent suffers from schizophrenia and dissociative identity disorder. Because of his mixed psychology (he is at least partly inhuman) he is somewhat aware of his condition but unable to control it. The symptoms of schizophrenia he still suffers from include auditory hallucinations, paranoia, occasional dysphoria, and predominantly anhedonia (inability to experience pleasure from normally pleasurable things). His anhedonia drives him to be extremely centered around sex, as he simply cannot find joy in other normal things like normal people.
His audiory hallucination is most often times the voice of his second personality, Victor, and he experiences this auditory hallucination quite often.
Brief History: Vincent's origins- and Victor's for that matter- are known only to himself but it is rumoured that he has existed for a long time and seen many things...
Additional Notes: When depicted with wings, the feathers should be black.

Name: Victor Garner
Gender: Male
Age: True age unknown, appears 23
Hair color: Black with rusty red undertones
Length: Medium length, his hair comes to just under his earlobe and is parted straight down the middle.
Skin Tone: Pale
Eye color: Left eye is light green and right eye is light blue
Clothing: Victor wears a strange half spandex half cloth belted and strapped outfit. See reference sheet. He doesn't wear any shoes.
Race: Unknown, appears human (or angel)
Accessories: None
Height: 6'4"
Personality: Victor is quite a contrast from Vincent. He’s extremely serious, very aggressive, easily stressed out and angered, and a rude jerk. He does share similarities with Vincent, namely that Victor is also paranoid, but instead of avoidive he is conflictory and unstable. Victor is full of hatred as well, especially hatred for Vincent. While Vincent may be laid back and very open minded, Victor is uptight and conservative.
Psychology: Much like Vincent, Victor suffers from schizophrenia and dissociative identity disorder. Also like Vincent, his audio hallucination is the other personality, in this case Vincent. Victor suffers from the same severe anhedonia as his other half, but rather than resort to sexual pleasure, which he finds amoral and disgusting, he seeks the thrill of overpowering and often times killing another human being. Victor may also be partial to torture; enjoying the adrenaline from being in power over someone as well as taking pleasure in the other’s pain, suffering, and pleading.
Brief History: Victor's, as well as Vincent's, origins are a mystery, but it seems they both have been around for a long time and seen very much...
Extra description: When depicted with wings, the feathers are black.

Name: Dietrich Stauder
Status: Honourary student, Archery class ace
Gender: Male
Nationality: German
Age: 18
Birthday: 17 March
Height: 5'10"
Weight: Average with svelte body type
Normal Appearance: Short blond hair that falls in layers to his chin and light, sky blue eyes. Wears absolutely nothing special or unique (ie. just the normal school uniform, unaltered).
Dream Appearance: Far more pale skin colour, permanent eyeliner on the bottom of his eyes, lips are more blue/tinged purple, as if dead, and his eye sockets are darkened. He is dressed in a black and dark purple robe in which the torso is mostly fightnet, exposing his chest. The robe is tight and restrictive at the stomach and hips, but flays out at the bottom to allow a magnitude of mobility. A small area of skin on his forehead is decayed, exposing a dirtied skull underneath tatters of rotten flesh. His left ear has three piercings in the earlobe and two at the upper part of his ear, all the studs and rings placed in them made out of gold. He has matching pauldrons (shoulder armour) of black and purple that are designed like an open demon's mouth. Inside of the mouth on both sides, a ball of "shadow" rests suspended in the air. Strapped to his back are two large scythes with long black hands held onto himself by thick and heavy chains. More chains appear from the depths of the shadows to bind his arms, making their mobility extremely difficult (think the aeon "Anima" from final fantasy x, though Dietrich can occasionally uncross them from his chest). Surrounding his head is a large and elaborate collar, complete with two gravestones between his collar and his pauldrons. In order to use his two scythes, because he cannot reach them with his arms, Dietrich has a (restricted) level of telekinesis.
Personality: In reality, Dietrich is anti-social, quiet, serious, intelligent, and elitist. He talks to nearly no one on his own initiative and has one to two people he considers actual friends. The rest he simply tolerates talking and interacting with. In the dream world, Dietrich is ruthless, egotistical, power hungry, masochistic, homicidal, cynical, sarcastic, and all over dark minded.