Dymetri Alexander Jul 31, 2010 5:19:58 GMT -4
Post by Dymetri Alexander on Jul 31, 2010 5:19:58 GMT -4
DYMETRI GABRIEL ALEXANDER
Your Name: Dymetri
Where did you find us?: I am your creator
How long have you been roleplaying?:see Zander
...basic character information
Birth Name: Dymetri Gabriel Alexander/Samantha Nathania Alexander
Gender: biologically female but prefers male
Birth date: October 30th
Program: Bachelor of the Arts
Major: Art and Design
Major Explanation: Dymetri loves art. When he draws himself he can draw himself as a boy. Most Meerkats are very creative. Meerkats are always finding new ways to show art, even if they are animals. Dymetri also grew up in a very artistic family, they'd have an hour to draw during homeschool and that was his favorite part of the day.
Animal Identity: Meerkat
Likes:(at least 10)
- being himself
- the internet
Dislikes: (at least 10)
- mean people
- being a girl
- having to bind
- wasting time
- not having a pencil
- being bored
- Drinking Water
Fears: (At least 3)
- After Death.
- Heart Break
- Being Discovered
Strengths: (At least 3)
- Easy to get along with
Weaknesses: (At least 3)
Overall: [400 words minimum]
Dymetri can be a very picky person, and usually only when it comes to food and drinks. He hates drinking water, which is actually quite strange for a meerkat. On occasion, Dymetri would rather dehydrate himself than drink water. Although, when it comes to food, Dymetri is much more lenient, he’s not as picky but, still pretty picky. He loves junk food and would rather have that over any other food, any day.
Dymetri loves to just be himself, and when this is said, it doesn’t mean be a girl. It means he loves to just be out there. He doesn’t seem to care about what other people think. He’s hyper-active and crazy, and that’s what makes him, him. He embraces this Dymetri loves to draw, it’s the most amazing thing in the world to him. He has been told he’s good at it but, he believes there’s always room for improvement. Dymetri’s favorite style of art is traditional, meaning by hand. Which is why, he always loves to have a pencil with him where ever he goes. He’ll draw and most anything he’s allowed to. Dymetri is a man full of contradictions, he doesn't like getting close to people or making friends but, he's overly out going and social. Dymetri doesn't wish to get in a relationship but, he's one of the worlds biggest flirts.
On another note, he may seem open about his feelings but, he can be quite closed off. He’ll say he has problems, or he’s sad,, he’ll just not tell anyone the reasons why. Mainly, it has to do with him masquerading as a boy. Which, can put him in bad moods as well. If he happens to bind wrong one day, it can restrict his breathing, causing him bad headaches, which chain effect into him snapping at people. He hates having to bind more than anything in the world, and his mother had promised him that she was saving up money just for him to start testosterone, and get surgeries. On top of this, Dymetri can seem quite mature for his age. He’s been able to hold out intelligent conversations with people almost twice his age, at times. On occasion, he’s been mistaken for being way older than he was and, sometimes that got him into sticky situations.
Dymetri has a nack for seeming conceited. He’s self conscious about his body, but, he likes to fool everyone over. He can pull off thinking he’s the greatest thing on the planet but, that calls for some enemies. Who doesn’t have enemies though? Though, like all people, Dymetri has enemies, he has friends. This is because, he can be easy to get along with. He’s easy to talk to because, he’ll listen, or if someone is down in the dumps, he’ll crack a joke. Dymetri likes to think that everyone should be happy at all times, even if he’s not happy all the time.
Like all natural human beings, including the ones who shift, he fears things. He fears that at one point in time someone at the school will find out his little, gender-swapping, secret. When he feels someone is suspecting something of him, he gets twitchy, and nervous. He breaks things off with that person. This calls for not many close friends. Which, in itself could call for some problems in his head. Everyone needs friends they could confide in, right?
Celebrity Play By: Myself
Appearance: [400 words minimum]
Dymetri stands at about five foot two. He’s been called shortie. Dymetri doesn’t weigh much for his height, weighing approximately 105 pounds. Dymetri’s hair has clearly been bleached for his dark roots are coming in. Even more recently it seems that his hair has been streaked with pink. He likes them even though they may seem a bit girly. His hair is clearly straightened for when he comes out of the shower his hair curls massively and can be described as a “jewfro”. Dymi can be described as “petite”. He seems frail and breakable but, he’s not. His eyes change on a time to time basis. When he’s in the car where there is massive light, his eyes get this liquid silver color, heavily outlined in a thick rim. When he’s sad they seem emotionless but, they’re a bright blue.
Dymetri is always wearing a rainbow, checker-board wristband. He’s either wearing baggy jeans or a pair of Tripp pants. He wears it baggy because he likes to hid his feminine figure. He’s always wearing a binding vest thus, making his bust flat. He wears a baggy shirt in case the vest somehow fails. Dymi’s eyes usually show his emotions.
Meerkats are small creatures, not usually weighing more than a pound. Dymetri, weighs less than most male meerkats for, he is physically female, thus, Dymetri is weighing in at about 1.59 pounds. His body is a length of about 27 centimeters. If you add on his tail, you add on about 18 centimeters. A Meerkat is one of the mongoose species, which have bushy tails but, unlike the mongooses they have long tapered tails that usually have a color at the tip, Dymetri’s is reddish at the tip. His face tapers, coming to a point at his brown nose. Around Dymetri’s large, black, beady eyes is a thick black patches. Dymetri has small, black crescent-shaped ears which close, to keep the dirt out while digging.
At the end of Dymetri’s long “fingers” are claws, that do not retract and they are about 2 centimeters long, and are used for digging. These claws, are also on his muscular hind-legs and the claws on the hind-legs are more used for climbing trees. Meerkats have a claw on each four of their toes on each four of the long slender limbs. Dymetri’s coat is a faun color, peppered brown, with a silver tint. Running from the base of his tail to below the shoulders, is two brown, parallel stripes. Like most Meerkats, Dymetri has no markings on the underside of his stomach, instead, he has hair sparsely set out, showing the black skin underneath.
Parents: Michelle Alexander [46, Disabled] Bruce Alexander [Deceased]
Siblings: Mason Alexander [18, student], Rachael Alexander [17, student], Corwin Alexander [17, student], Alec Alexander [17, student]
[400 words minimum]
Twenty-five years ago there was a girl and boy, as like any other story, they fell in love, got married, honey-mooned in Japan. They both harbored a secret though, they could change into animals. After the female was pregnant with their first child, she decided to tell her now husband what she was, a shifter, she could shift into a large, grizzly bear. He too, came out about his secret, being a tree frog, though, seemed less vicious, right? Wrong! He was a poisonous tree frog. With Michelle already pregnant and them both against abortion a shifter child was what they were going to have. The first child was born, male, they decided to name him Mason. About a year later, Michelle found out she was pregnant again, not with one but, with three children. They were born, one female, two males. Rachael, Corwin and Alec. Michelle thought that was it, no more kids, right? Wrong! Two years later, when Mason was three and the triplets were two, she had another kid. Samantha Alexander, the most beautiful baby girl in the world. That’s five kids in total. A family of seven shifters. There was no doubt about it, all these children were going to be shifters, with two parent shifters there was no way these kids were going to be human.
From that point on Michelle and Bruce were completely open about shifting to these children. Since, it was a secret though, the children were home schooled. Don’t need children going out and blowing the secret, right? Dymetri had a fairly normal life. He started to learn a second language at a very early age. His mother and father had always wanted to take their children to Japan, to show them where they spent their time on the honey moon and how much fun they had. After five children, they ran short on money though, and the trip was never taken. . He still cherishes the skill. When he was young his parents would dress “her” in cute little pink dresses, in which he grew to hate. Around the age of five, when most transgendered people had learned that they didn‘t like the gender they were, as he had researched later in life, he had this feeling inside of him that, he wasn’t suppose to be a girl. In fact, he was positive he wasn’t suppose to be a girl. He couldn’t put words to it though, so he left it be. Instead of wearing female clothes though, like skirts and dresses, he insisted like, a stubborn child that he wore male clothes and chopped off all his hair. He felt more comfortable that way. His brothers and sister treated him like they treated each other, fair, nice, and well. Corwin started to be mean to him, if Corwin was mean to him, why would the others be nice? Dymetri became paranoid, he felt as though his siblings would push them away if they found out he preferred to be a boy. So, in return Dymetri started to push them away around the age of ten and started to resort to spending his life on the computer. He researched his “problem”. Trans-gendered, that’s the word, he read stories of the people who were trans-gendered. That’s how he felt.
A little after Dymetri was eleven, all his siblings started to change. They looked at life differently. Eventually, they were all shipped away to some school. Mason had been a late bloomer, shifting first at 14, the rest right on time. This left Dymetri by himself for the next two years. He was treated with the up-most respect though. He was spoiled rotten to the core, being the only child left in the house. Around the age of twelve, Dymetri came out to his parents. He explained that he wanted to be a boy. He explained how long he has felt that way and his parents seemed to support the idea. Well, except his mother. She seemed a bit hesitant at first, Dymetri even caught them arguing a few times. When he’d ask what they were fighting about they’d say it wasn’t about him. Eventually, his mother gave in and they bought him binding vests and let him dress the way he wanted. When the news was passed to his siblings, they were all kind of respecting it, except Corwin. Corwin seemed to hate the idea. He only agreed to call Samantha, Dymetri and refer to him by male pronouns, because, his fellow triplets forced him into it.
On his thirteenth birthday, Dymetri was locked in his room. His parents had explained before hand why there were doing this. Dymetri heard the story for the first time on how, his mother had mauled a fish seller at the mid-week market. She had been shot once in the side, by a nearby hunter and thankfully, it had not been fatal. He also heard that, his father had killed a small boy, just because the boy “wanted a pet frog.” Dymetri had understood why they did this now, why they were taking so many precautions, it was for the safety of not only himself but, his parents too. He’d hate more than anything to kill someone. After five hours of being locked in his room, he started to feel hungry, but, no one was allowed in or out. Soon he started to feel this immense pain, his bones started to shrink and his skin started to become furry. He could see a farther distance than before. All he remembers was being short and fluffy, before blacking out. Once he had awaken, he was told to pack his bags and that he was being sent off to where his siblings were. They enrolled him in the school as male, for that is what Dymetri demanded. His mother was again, hesitant at this. She wanted him to her baby girl and he was not going for it.
Not long after Dymetri was enrolled and sent away he got word that his father had passed away in a motorcycle accident, his mother, losing use of her limbs. This tore Dymetri down, broke his heart. He knew that he’d never see his father again, or see his mother walk. On occasion, the good memories with his father will come back, rushing in a whirl pool and seize tears from him. This could also be a reason on why he’s so closed off, he might be scared of seeing a friend walk off and never seeing them again. Many years had passed at the school, and Dymetri had decided to call his mother. He talked to her about starting testosterone, or “T”, she said it was expensive, but, she’d start saving up money. He, however, did not believe her and started saving on his own. She had always been reluctant to stop Dymi from turning into a boy, without his father in the way, what was stopping her from stopping him.
...connecting human to animal
- Meerkat's are very social creatures, Dymetri may be blocked off but, he loves talking to people and can be quite social.
- Meerkat's usually are siblings or offsprings, and Dymetri has a large amount of siblings.
- Young Meerkat's learn by watching or mimicking the adults, growing up in a mostly male family, made it more likely for Dymetri to want to be a male by mimicking his older brothers.
Zander logged onto the chat on his phone, responding to Leo. He just met this guy online, bringing him brownies, and left over pizza. Zander first had to bring soup to Sief. Poor Sief, all sick. He hit a couple buttons, answering to Leo and Seif. He sat the phone on the desk, after closing the screen of his laptop, and tip-toed over to his dresser and quietly pulled a drawer out. He pulled out his plaid pajama bottoms and a hoodie. He slipped the hoodie over his arms first then, pulled it over his head and down over his bare torso. The cell phone vibrated noisily against his desk. Zander lunged at it and grabbed it off the desk, ceasing the loud vibrating sound. He scrolled through the chat quickly, responding, then slipping it into the pocket of his hoodie. Zander limped across the room, silently, to the mini-fridge. He opened the door and leaned down on it for support as he pulled out cold pizza, brownies, and soup. Zander padded over to the microwave, one thanks to Toby, and pulled open the door slowly, trying to be quiet as possible. He froze as he heard Loki turn over. When the moving sound stopped, Zander slid the container of soup into the microwave. Zander pressed against the door to close it. To free his hands, he put the baggy of cold pizza and the tin of brownies on top of the microwave. His fingers pressed the pressure sensitive buttons. 30 seconds the green led screen lit up. That should do. He pressed the start button and the inner light of the microwave lit up. He stared until the screen neared 3 seconds. He hit the pause/cancel button. He pulled the microwave door open and pulled out the warm soup. Zander picked up the cold pizza and brownies from the top and pressed the door shut with his shoulder. The phone vibrated in his pocket, he set the warm soup down to free his hand. Kay, Sief be there soon. he typed out with one hand before sliding it back in his pocket and grabbing the soup again. Zander quietly walked over to the door. Crap! He realized he had no way to open the door. He pondered for a second.
Got it! He tucked the tin of brownies under his arm and put the top of the baggy between his teeth. Zander pulled the door open and stepped into the hallway, quietly shutting the door behind him. His eyes followed the carpet until he reached dorm room 105, that wasn’t far. Zander kneeled on the floor and put the stuff down, pulling out his cell phone and informing Sief he was at his door. He then quickly decided it’d be best to not have any contact with Sieffre and informed him he was just leaving the soup at the door. He did just that, slipping the phone back into his pocket, he picked up the tin and the baggy and started down the hall towards 113. 107,109,111,113. He was there.
Zander used his free hand to knock lightly on the door. God, what if he had the wrong room. 1. 2. 3. The door pulled open before his eyes. He stared blankly at the boy before him, it sure was him. ”Uh…” was all he was able to say. He was kind of cute.[/b][/i][/size]