About

I suck at BBCode. I suck at BBCode so much in fact, that I don't even know what it is. But this is neither about BBCode, nor me sucking at it.
Instead, it's about me. Hello, Sir and/or Madam. I'm Dimitrik. If you didn't know that prior to reading this, chances are you're the kind of person who would annoy me.
That being said, it's worth noting that I'm a troll. That's right, a troll. No, I don't mean that in the sense of being a general nuisance on the internet - what I mean is a troll. You know, hiding under bridges, shock of fruity-colored hair, taste for goats?
Yeah. That's me.
Thing about it is, I'm not a bridge troll, and I'm not a treasure troll. No, Sir. Proudly, I'm an ATM troll. What is that, you ask? I'll explain:
An ATM is a complex machine, from outwards appearances. Internally, they're very simplistic. You punch in your numbers and your order, and something inside studies the card you slide in for verification. That's when our hardships start. See, because then we have to grope our way through a network of pitch-black underground tunnels to fetch your money. Your SPECIFIC money. And once that is found, we have to count it. Do you know how hard it is to count money in total darkness? Didn't think so. But even afterward, we have to grope back to the ATM we started with. They're all connected via networking tunnels, you see. That's why you can access your money from ATMs all over.
So for the love of God, quit your moaning about how slow the ATM is going. Inside, there's a troll slaving away simply to make your day easier. A troll slaving away, when all you had to do is insert a card and push a few buttons. A troll who has feelings, too, you jerk.

All of this aside, I love entertainment. Well, yeah, duh, who doesn't? What I mean is, I love entertaining people. It's what I do, and in many, many forms. I do whatever suits the moment, though I preferably lean towards writing and acting. I'm the Bard out of my group of friends (Capitalized due to it being a superpower. Word.), so it's pretty much my job.
I also love RP. No, really, I do. I adores it. I do not RP trolls, however. So don't bother asking. Otherwise, feel free to nudge me about whatever RP you fancy.
I'm into martial arts (have been for several years), starting out learning Tae Kwan Do, Judo, and Jujitsu. Had to stop learning that at the blue belt rank due to circumstances beyond my control, though. Never stopped training with the staff, however. More recently, I'm training Shotokan and Ishinryu. At the time of this writing, it's unofficial training, and I therefore have no belt rank yet. Gott'a wait for the unofficial sensei to open an official school.
My avatar looks like me. Plain and simple. You want an idea of what I look like? Look at my avatar. Same skin pigmentation, same eyes, even the same hairstyle. Goes past that as well, as I dress my avatar solely in ways that I'd dress myself (most commonly in the trench coat, shades, gloves, etc).

Mention the Trench Coat Mafia, and I'm adding you to my ignore list. I hate retarded people who are still hung up over that and think any/all long coats = murderers and mentally unstable people. I've had my coat long before they even made news, and irrational flailing in my direction IS grounds for me smacking the crap out of someone.
Seriously, how much intelligence on their part does it speak of? Does it seem smart in some way to walk up to a person you think is dangerous and very likely to be carrying a gun and go, "Oh my god, you're one of the mafia! Eeek!". No. That isn't the smartest thing to do. If someone were to walk up to a person who really was deranged and packing heat, that deranged person would shoot them dead.

So really. Think about what you're doing. Let people just think you're an idiot. Don't open your mouth and prove it to them.

I'm not mean, rude, or any sort of evil. I'm just disillusioned.

...And now I wait for the hatemail. ^-^