Torment Fighter - Kardinovsky, Dmitry

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We the animals take control Hear us now Clear and true Wretches and kings we come for you - Linkin Park Full Name: Dmitry [Дмитрий] Kardinovsky Nickname: Occasionally people call him Demy because it annoys him. True Name: Torment Partner's Name: Calidane Oneral Gender: Male Marital Status: Single Age: 24 Birth Date: December the 19th Occupation/Grade: He has no real job and instead just uses his abilities as a Fighter to force people into giving him what he wants. (He takes control of regular people using their own name and bends them to his will, when he's through with them he simply casts a spell for them to forget everything about him.) Dreams/Life Goals: Only to enjoy life, and possibly annoy his Sacrifice as much as he can. Hair: Black, cut short. Ears and Tail: Lost them a few years ago. Eyes: Scarlett Red Height: 6’3 Build: Thin with some muscle mass, he tries to stay fit and healthy mostly through living a very active lifestyle. Name location: Vertically down along his sternum. A loose cannon who does what he wants when he wants too. He hates taking orders and loathes the idea of being practically a slave to someone else. He abuses his powers as a Fighter, often using them against regular humans to get the things he wants. (Sometimes he makes them do stupid things just to entertain himself.) Though at times he tests his luck by stealing items, and if does get caught he simply uses his power to get out of any real punishment. Don't waste your breath coming to him for any kind of help. He absolutely no regard for the suffering of others, and really couldn't give a d**n about anyone besides himself. Some might call him conceited, but to him its all about survival of the fittest. If you need something you take it no if's and's or buts, that's the motto he's live most of his life by. He's more than a little conceited, and takes pride in himself and his abilities. Most call him cocky, he takes that as a compliment. He's lived this long, survived this long so that means something. He gives everything he does 100%, throws his entire self into whatever he does. No regrets no remorse.  He's also got a short temper, a quick fuse to ignite, it doesn't take much to set him off and when he does the results are more than usually violent. Violence his number one course of action, the easiest way for him to get what he wants or keep himself alive. Dmitry Kardinovsky was born to parents Milah and Nikolai Kardinovsky in Moscow Russia. His parent’s relationship started out like the typical love story, a nice hard working boy meets a pretty loving girl. For the first few months of their relationship the two were simply inseparable, they went to dinner and movies (when they could afford it) with friends, and went on romantic outings to the country side. And though both came from poor families they were still very happy with each other deeply in love. It didn’t come as a shock when after seven months of dating the two married, and a year later baby Dmitry was born. It was then that things started to go downhill. After giving birth, Milah developed a severe case of postpartum depression that went untreated due to a lack of money. For days at a time she would lay in bed, only getting up to go to the bathroom or get something to eat. Meanwhile Nikolai was left to work a full time job and take care of the baby, and eventually the stress of it all led him to start drinking. It wasn't long till Nikolai’s drinking habits increased to the point where he was nearly always drunk and ended up losing his job. Losing his job was the last straw for Nikolai. A once happy relationship turned twisted and sour all because of the birth of a single child. Frustrated and at his wits end he turned violent and more often than not that violence was directed to his once beloved wife and their now three year old son. If anything went wrong it was always Milah or Dmitry’s fault according to Nikolai and they had to be punished. For years the family lived like that, Milah and Dmitry doing their best to avoid the beatings and Nikolai drinking his life away. When Dmitry was five years old he experienced the worst beating in his life, his father was drunk beyond belief and first took out his rage on his son before turning his attention to his wife. Milah finally snapped at that time, her already weak mental state was destroyed, she was tired of being beaten and hated Nikolai. Fueled by years of pent up emotions she lashed out at the drunken Nikolai with a knife from the kitchen. Nikolai was too intoxicated to fight back, and died from the hundreds of stab wounds Milah inflicted upon him. When police were contacted by neighbors who were tired of all the noise, they found a seemingly lifeless Milah standing over the body of her husband, and their five year old son bruised, bloody, and beaten cowering in the corner having witnessed it all. Milah was immediately arrested for the murder, though the charges were later dropped and it was attributed to self defense. But she was deemed mentally unstable and institutionalized at the city psychiatric ward. With no parents to take care of him Dmitry was sent to an orphanage. It was his own personal hell, and he hated it there, even more than he’d hated living with his parents. Well almost. At least at home he only had two people to worry about. But at the orphanage there were countless other children all eager to beat the shit out of him just for the hell of it. The elder children picked on him and mocked him for having a ‘crazy’ mother and a no good drunken father. They liked to pick out those painful facts and rub salt in the wounds, and when they couldn’t find out some juicy information they just made it up. He’d found his own new personal source of Torment. At the orphanage he learned that the only way to survive was to be tougher than everyone else. You couldn’t trust ANYONE. They’d just end up stabbing you in the back later. Everyone was the enemy. Here, he picked up the dirty style of street fighting, which meant using whatever means necessary to win at all costs. Cheating was expected, playing dirty meant you avoided a black eye or a broken bone. It was simply a fact of life there. He suffered there for eight years, till he turned thirteen and his true name appeared on his chest. At first he had no idea what it was, though he felt the word tattooed on him was oddly fitting. That didn’t stop him from trying to remove it at first. He tried scrubbing it raw with different kinds of soap and varying temperatures of water. In one particular instance he tried to shave it off with a razor blade he’d stolen from the janitor. After the first few bloody nicks on the T however, he gave up and accepted the damned thing. It wasn’t until a few weeks later when a cunning woman named Viktoriya Petrov came into his life did he realize what he was and what the strange word meant. Viktoriya was the head of Семь Лун, the Russian version of Seven Moons. She took Dmitry in under her wing and taught him all about what he was and what he was capable of doing, personally training him to become a vicious and ruthless Fighter. She didn’t do any of it out of love, and Dmitry knew it, but rather because of his true name, Torment. With a name as dark and vile as that Viktoriya wanted to use him as her attack dog. Having lost her own namesake Fighter, Viktoriya spent the rest of her days searching for another Fighter to fill that position. And it wasn’t until she learned of Dmitry’s true name did she finally think she might have found one close to matching her own name. So she trained him with all the resources she had available, all in hopes to preen and groom him into the perfect Fighter. She was so engrossed in her own selfish ideas and plots that she had no idea Dmitry was working with his own agenda. Even at the age of thirteen he was able to realize that she was just simply using him, and he let her. At least till he felt she had nothing left to offer him. Dmitry went along with it for seven years, just long enough for him to learn all she had to teach him. After that he simply deserted, leaving his homeland of Russia for Japan where he’d heard there was a large amount of other Units lurking around. With so many different rings in one place it was the perfect spot to hide out. For the last three years he’s picked up the language and slowly integrated himself with the culture, abandoning everything from his past but his name. Race/Ethnicity: Russian Language: Russian, Japanese, some English Likes: knives, cats, annoying other people, cigarettes, lemons, gummy candy. Dislikes: alcohol (really only excessive drinking), mushrooms, onions, shrimp, high pitched sounds, and anything grape flavored. Other: Has several small scars all over his body from years of brawling and fighting. He also has an extremely high pain threshold from years of getting his ass kicked and handed to him on a silver platter.