Dimitri Valos

Backstory

Dimitri Valos was once adorned with a lavish lifestyle when he was of nobility. There was no doubt that he was given all that money could buy to never face the physical and financal struggles of commoners. Despite a comfortable status, he was raised under the instruction of his father. He had many expectations for his only son especially when Dimitri was the next to be the head of the family. Being from a militaristic family, he was expected to be at peak form; he had to have an excellent, maybe even perfect, form in swordsmanship and be able to win in any competition he was thrown in. He had to be a prodigy in youth, fitting of the title for head of the family. He had to play the part otherwise he'd be shown what it meant to be a failure to their family. He had to wear the mask of someone who was interested in the nobility, their connections, and the women who he'd have to force himself to court.

There were only a few things he could think of that kept him sane through everything. The escapades he'd risk with his best friend, Peren, was the main one out of all of them. They had known each other from one of the noble greeting formalities and stuck with each other through everything. They started off with running into the nearby forest and imagining themselves as adventurers that fought mighty dragons and monsters and saving people. Then, as they grew older, they tested their swords against each other and dueling around trees and bushes. When they'd get found out for running off, Dimitri would be punished severely for it. Peren would have snuck in through the window of his room to check up on him and make sure he'd at least treat himself properly and eat. He was always a bit of a worrier... always trying to get him to take care of himself at the very least. This sort of habit followed him when they both ended up in the army and raised in the ranks till they were officers. It lasted for as long as he could remember, till his friend's last dying breath on the battle field, only concerned about the other.

Dimitri's whole existence changed the day everything had gone wrong. It might have not been his fault, especially due to the little information provided to them to prepare, but he did still blame himself for his companion's deaths... especially since he had no power to save a single one of them. He tried everything he could in his sorry state. All he could do in that moment was find Peren and hold him in his arms. He honestly thought that he died, too, in the calming embrace of death as the rain washed away the mix of mud and blood.

He awoke a few moons later in unfamiliar territory and an even more strange situation. He found himself turned past being human, but at the same time not quite dead. He never found out who saved him or turned him, but he couldn't find the time to think about it.All he was left with was his name and a few things he carried with him.

It wasn't immediate, but he eventually found himself with blood hunters after figuring out what he had become. He couldn't dedicate himself to any lone power after all he had been through, but with this new existence he supposed going down the course of using the power within his blood to be altered. After all, it took a monster to kill a monster. Maybe now he could finally be himself and help those that needed it in desperate times.