▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬➤ Downloading File...
★ Basic FactsXXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXX✱ The Whole Truth◂◂ Dmitriy Kazimir Koshkin
XXXXXXXXXXX❖ It's Easier On The Tongue◂◂ I have been called тень, which is Russian for Shadow, but that's not a name you should know. I would prefer you simply call me Dmitriy.
XXXXXXXXXXX✱ A Special Day Of The Year◂◂ September 27th
XXXXXXXXXXX❖ The Years Come and Go◂◂ 25
XXXXXXXXXXX❖ Blood Is Thicker Than Water◂◂ Legacy of Nox
XXXXXXXXXXX✱ An Important Job◂◂ Messenger
XXXXXXXXXXX✱ Years of Service◂◂ 7 years, including probatio.
XXXXXXXXXXX✱ Me And My Army◂◂ 5th Cohort
★ Target's InterestsXXXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXX❖What I've Come To Love... ◂◂
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Darkness
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ The night
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Carving
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Stargazing
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Stormy days
XXXXXXXXXXX❖It Keeps Me Entertained... ◂◂
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ blood + gore
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ My close friends.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Target practice
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Murder mystery/true crime novels.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Natural places.
XXXXXXXXXXX❖I Can Live Without... ◂◂
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Bright daylight
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ The dawn
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ People who take things for granted
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ My step-mother
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Light-pollution
XXXXXXXXXXX❖Don't You Dare... ◂◂
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Hot weather
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Humidity
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ 'Sentient' monsters
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ December 18th
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Olives
★ ImperfectionsXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXX❖I Am Not Invincible... ◂◂
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Mistrusting
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Critical
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Self-punishing
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Overly-diligent
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Independent
XXXXXXXXXXX❖My Fatal Flaw ◂◂
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ I would say that my fatal flaw is Indifference. In most situations, especially when I am angry, I refuse to care about pretty much everything, sometimes to the point that I will recognize neither friend nor foe.
★ AdvantagesXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXX❖But I Can Soar... ◂◂
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Skilled
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Realistic
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Strategist
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Loyal
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Hard-working
★ Target's Interior DesignXXXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXX❖ Who I am ◂◂
A personality can be a hard thing to pick up about a person, after all, what is it I've heard people say? "My personality is who I am, my attitude depends on who you are." Yes, that's it. That accurately describes me, after all, I will wear any number of masks around different people. For example, when "on the job" I am serious and obedient, even though it makes a killer out of me.
Among pretty much everyone else, I try not to be noticed, preferring to blend into the background. It's instinct as an assassin not to stand out. I'm rather quiet and thoughtful, usually listening to conversations for a bit before actively participating. I'm also very observant, and somewhat distant around people I don't know very well. I guess you could say that I don't exactly give the impression of wanting friends.
Among my friends, and occasionally when my act slips up, I let my true self shine; after all, why wouldn't I? The people I consider friends are people whom I trust at least somewhat. So who am I really you might ask? I am a curious young man who wants to learn about the world and is constantly looking for ways to distance himself from his other self. I love trying new things, and hanging out with my friends is one of my favorite things to do. I am cheerful, sometimes, and sad sometimes. Even so, I find it hard to really open up to others. I guess you could say that I'm a cold person, despite the fact that I do my utmost to avoid getting truly mad at something.
Everyone's got a dark side though, and I am a no exception. I suppose you could say that I have a dark, sadistic mind, as I love, and indeed have a fascination with blood and gore. I am usually (but not always) the one who comes up with the most gruesome plans. However, it is when I get really mad and 'snap' as some people say, that this really comes out. I go back to who I was before my half-sister was born: a heartless killer, with no concept of moral right or wrong. It was something that I had inherited from my mother, and it was her who taught me to control it and only let it out when necessary. Even I'm not perfect however, so if I snap, you had better run, for I will care nothing for your feelings, hopes, desires, or even your status as a human being.
★ Background CheckXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXX❖ A Hero's Tale ◂◂
From the beginning of my life, the "family business" has been a big part of my life and what I live for. It's hard for it not to be considering who my parents are were. After all, that's how it is when you're the son of two infamous assassins. From the time I could walk I was being trained how to defend myself, and later, how to kill. I was a kid, sure, but I lived a dangerous life, and I didn't think much of it. Besides, my mother seemed to think that it was of the utmost importance, little did I know how right her fears were. I was 11 when she was killed by what I could have sworn were monsters.
It was less than a week later when my father brought that woman into our home. I knew that he had brought her to one of our many safe-houses after the incident, but I had never expected him to bring her into our home, this woman whom my mother had been confronting about some... kid when the monsters attacked. He married her two months later.
I had good reason to hate my step-mother of course, but I knew better than to complain. My father had a good reason for everything he did. When they had a kid though, I began to question. At first I was completely appalled by the screaming thing. However, the child was very sickly. It was obvious that my father didn't have that much interest in her, and her mother? Well my step-mom wasn't exactly sane and she spent far more time freaking out over some demon-child son that she had left behind than caring for her daughter. As a result, Desha clung to me and I ended up being the one raising her. She loved everything I made for her, including a doll that I carved (a skill I had learned from my mother), which she carried everywhere.
I myself knew that I would be an assassin like both my parents for almost the entirety of my life, but I knew that Desha would never be capable of that. Not unless she got better. Even though my father didn't seem to care for her, he obviously noticed the change she had initiated in me, and he tried his best to get her all the medical attention she needed. It didn't do much good though, even with modern medicine, Desha only lived to the age of 5, and when she died, and I lost everything, I no longer had a reason to find out who I really could be and went back to the heartless, determined, killer-for-hire I had been before, but with far more ruthlessness. That is, of course until I met Thomas Clarke, a demi-god. Thomas introduced me to the group of demi-gods he lived with. They told me of a camp, located in America. This camp was supposed to be a safe-haven for demi-gods, a place where they could be protected from the monsters that hunted them, monsters like the ones who had killed my mother. They themselves had never been to the camp for one reason or another: some felt that they didn't belong, others simply didn't have a way to get there and were stranded in Europe. To keep themselves safe, they traveled together in a group. They were convinced that I was a demi-god as well, and invited me to join them. Of course, there was no keeping secrets from my father, but to my surprise, he encouraged it. I was still a little unsure, but it wasn't long before I found out about a secret my father had been keeping from me: he had another daughter with some other woman. I guess the mother hadn't wanted her daughter to be raised by assassin, but my father had kept tabs on her. I still think he let me find out about this on purpose so that I would want to leave, which I did. Before I left, he gave me a letter from my mother, to be read on my 18th birthday.
I traveled with the group of demi-gods for two years, moving around Europe, and never staying in one place for too long. They taught me about greek mythology, and that it was all real. Even though I knew they were right - I had the proof right in front of me in the form of monster attacks - something felt wrong. Finally, on my 18th birthday, I found out what it was when I opened the letter that my mother had written for me, seemingly very soon after I had been born. I myself wasn't a demi-god, it was my mother who had been, and beyond that, she was a roman demi-god, not a greek. Her letter spoke of some place called "the wolf house" and a camp named "camp Jupiter." I got back in touch with my father and left the group to head to America and the camp where I belonged.
★ Additional Information About The TargetXXXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXX❖There's More Than I Let On... ◂◂
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Other than my sword (which I received at camp), I always carry around my trusty Zinga T
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ I have a certain fondness for snakes and I am skilled in milking them for their venom.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Even with training in hand-to-hand combat, I feel safer when I'm armed, and so generally avoid visiting New Rome if possible.
★ SuspicionsXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXX❖ Makes My Heart Flutter... ◂◂
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ None
★ Sound FilesXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXX❖ A Melody That Reflects Me... ◂◂
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ IAMX- Volatile Times
★ The MastermindXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXX❖My Own Creator ◂◂
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ■ Dark Doe Alysse
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬➤ Download Complete...
