Durante Dushkriti-Fahid

[Durante Dushkriti-Fahid]

Yeah yeah yeah, you know I heard that boogie rhythm
Hey- I had no choice but to get down down down down
Dance, nothing left for me to do but dance,
Off these bad times I'm going through just dance
Got canned heat in my heals tonight baby!

Name: Durante Dushkriti-Fahid, Indians commonly don't actually have last names, but they've resorted to various means to get last names. His father chose his last name: the name Dushkriti is an Aztec name from his ancestors which means, “Sum of all sins” and “the sky has torn open.” Fahid is their family name which has been taken from the Arabic term, “panther, or black one.”

Alias: Mutt

Age: 22

Race: Semi-Caucasian

Fantasy Race: Ursarian

Ethnicity: Iroquoian Indian (Meherrin Tribe), Italian

Nationality: Virginia North-Carolina Border

Economic Class: Middle Class

Gender Identity: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Political Belief: The Council that controls the military pushes their political beliefs on their soldiers, so on their records, he's a capitalist. When he was raised in the riverside tribe, he was raised to believe in Octavius or Mother Nature in all Her glory. Now he's just decided that he believes in nothing. Libertarian at most, believing that there should be no government.

Religious Belief: Once more, the Council made sure that everyone “believed” in Manalism—there was some brainwashing involved, repetitive words, candy-coating and aggressive teaching, on his records he's a Manalist. Personally, he likes to call himself a Zen Buddhist, whether or not he's serious is unknown.

Organization: The Invisible Hand

Occupation: Dante works for The Invisible Hand, taking orders from the Moderator, as an infantryman soldier. He's a Captain, only recently ranking up from being a grunt (Private), and works alongside the other soldiers and sometimes jumps into operatives with the assassins to clear the area at the front lines while they do the actual hits.


Skills:

• Basic Marksmanship Fundamentals: The soldier must understand the four key fundamentals to maintaining his Mana Rifle: steady positions, aim, breath, and trigger squeeze. Dante knows all of the positions by heart: basic standing, basic kneeling, modified kneeling, basic sitting, modified sitting, prone position. He knows how to breathe when shooting, in-out-mid breath, shoot. Steady trigger finger, and a good eye. Expertly operate and maintain a wide range of personal and section-level weapons, including Mana rifles (with and without bayonet), hand-grenades, light, medium and heavy Mana machine-guns; and anti-tank weapons.
  

• Transformation (Bear): Dante has the ability to transform into a bear, the trademark ability of the Ursarian tribes. He was born into the subsection tribe of the Brown Bears, the nearly extinct Kodiak bears—they've been dying off with the pollution spreading through Canada.
  

• Explosive Knowledge: Able to deny mobility to the enemy on the battlefield by demolishing roads and bridges, and laying minefields and booby traps; maintain and operate engineering equipment, including weapons, vehicles, heavy equipment and supplies; construct field defenses and obstacles; construct and maintain roads, airfields, heliports, bridges, causeways, rafts, permanent and temporary buildings due to his optional Combat Engineer courses.
  

• Survival Expert: Dante is completely capable of overcoming physical and mental stress in survival situations. He knows when stranded in the field, he'll eat whatever which is available, which can include turtles, snakes, insects and other things normally considered unappetizing. Plants. Anything that he can find, he can identify. Scavenging for scraps to make tools. Evading the enemy. Creating shelter. Creating make-shift weapons. Prepared for sleep and food deprivation, and what to do when captured by the enemy.
  

• Shake It Like That: Dante loves dancing. When he was younger, his mother immediately taught him all she knew and sent him to a prestigious dance school with money she saved up for him. There's no style that he dislikes and in his spare time, he'll just dance—to the embarrassment of getting caught. Tough guys don't dance. Soldiers aren't supposed to dance. He likes it so much that he doesn't really care, it's one of the only things that de-stresses him.
  

Weaknesses:

• Your a Dog, Good boy: Dante wears a metal collar around his neck, with a Manalist clasp, giving another person the ability to click it on or off by pressing it physically or from a distance with a technological device (a timed transmitter). The collar is linked to him being taken in by the Invisible Hand at a tender age, they created a system and trained him early in life, but treated him like an abused dog until they ingrained the set behavior. They trained him like an attack dog. Collar off, killing machine. Collar on, normal. He doesn't attack out of fear or anger, but because he's been trained and commanded to attack. Repetition. The code command is carved into the metal, “Kill Him.”
  

• Loss of Control: Whenever Dante transforms into his bear form, he loses control and cannot differentiate ally from enemy—those he loves could be in danger. Whenever the collars removed, he knows to attack, and can't differentiate ally from enemy. This poses a threat to himself and others.
  

• Illiterate: The young man's never learned how to read properly. When he was taken in as an “orphan” he was treated as a dog locked in a cage, even though he was fed and trained properly, he still reads children's books, having never had a chance to further his development since he was taken, aged ten. He's learnt everything visually.
  

• Fears, Fears: Dante's afraid of hundreds of things: he's afraid of failure, he's afraid of his neck being touched, he's afraid of being confined, he's afraid of thunder and lightning, he's afraid of doctors or anyone in that field of work, he fears being bound or tied up, he fears loud whizzing machines and he fears fire. Dante suffers from an acute fear of people touching his neck, or removing his collar.
  

• Poor Sense of Judgment: Dante is naturally guileless, artless, he's naïve: free from cunning or sham. He's lacking worldly experience and understanding. The soldier's too trusting, even when he shouldn't be, so he's often used by others. He's been used so many times, he thinks that, in some sick way, that he was born to fit the role.
  

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  Gung-ho: Sometimes, Dante acts far more confident than he actually feels; recklessly charging out on the front lines to prove himself instead of being patient, he often has confidence issues when comparing himself to the others, so tends to try and prove himself. He is very determined to do what he feels is the right thing, even though he's generally to laid-back to be motivated.
  

• Fear of Women: It's not so much that he fears women, but he's afraid of women touching him or getting too close to him. He's not sure why he's afraid of them, but he's connected it with a few things. He'll jump and yell in fright if they get too close, and if they actually grab onto him, he'll drop to the ground. He knows its an irrational fear, and apologizes for it often. He's perfectly calm when they keep their distance but when they taunt him or sling their arms around his shoulders or try to hug or shake his hand, he freaks out and he'll probably dive under a table or fall on the ground shaking. Yet, he compliment and flirts with them so much, he provokes it himself.
  

Powers:

Heightened Strength

Kodiak Bear Transformation

Acute Sense of Smell

Weapon:

Due to his training as a soldier, Dante has been giving a variety of weapons to use on duty, all of which are top-notch equipment bought from certain companies—including the Mana Crystal mines which they harvest ammunition from. His weapons include:

• Mana M40A1 Sniper Rifle: Rifles with extended magazines, (magazine capacity: 5 rounds), maximum range 1000 yards, and automatic, burst, and semi-auto fire capabilities; dark gray in color with the glowing Mana Crystals shining in the magazines, powerfully built guns assigned to every soldier. He keeps this in a case in his locker, only taking it out when its needed. The gun has a high firing rate, but it's prone to overheating if fired constantly. Optimized and modified, the M40A1 sniper rifles are equipped with a fixed 10x scope (upgraded and adapted to match when used with the A1). The M40A1 optionally has an AN/PVS-10 Sniper Night Sight (SNS) attached to its modular rail.
  

• Mana Colt Automatic Pistol: Being usually capable of faster firing rates and greater ammo capacity than Mana revolvers, though sometimes more prone to jamming or mechanical malfunction, he's bought himself his own pistol which he keeps shoved in its holster dangling at his side. The pistols mimics the model model of the nearly extinct gun: the M1911A1 Colt .45 semi-automatic, holding seven rounds. He attached a small chain to the butt of the gun that looks like a bear tooth.
  

• M-16 Rifle: The M-16 is selectable for full and automatic fire. The M16 was to have had the same effective range as the M-14 rifle it replaced, but it was most effective at a range of 215 yards (200m) or less. The M-16 used a 5.56mm (.223 cal.) cartridge in 20- or 30-round magazines. In automatic fire, the M-16A2 automatically fires a three-shot burst for each trigger-pull. The stock is black with white symbols etched into it. He keeps this gun slung over his shoulder.
  

• Ka-Bar Military Knife: Made of carbon steel or some other sturdy metal, and have been standard issue in the military. His own is a Becker Necker, Carbon San Mai model has a carbon steel core of Hitachi White Steel 2 sandwiched between two layers of 410 stainless steel. The plastic sheath that it came with is strapped to his leg.
  

• M18 Colored Smoke Bomb
  

Appearance:



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Dante sports a high-and-tight haircut, which means, shaved head. Whenever he's given leave, he lets it grow out into a messy Mohawk, he's been busy as of late so he just keeps shaving it—less trouble and its clean cut. He's lean yet muscular, obviously strong without being excessively bulky, thanks to the continuous PT (physical training) he endures in the military. He is by no means a big guy -- at just under six feet -- but he's a strong guy. His facial features are boyish, and soft—he’s mostly described as a pretty-boy rather than the rugged man he portrays himself to be. The young man's musculature is toned, something to be proud of, and he's built without being constricted He has a strong jaw, thick eyebrows, and prominent dimples. Dante has beautiful eyes, which are sky-light blue and often very bright. They are shaped in ovals and often reveal his every emotion. Lined with long lashes, usually clear and strong, they are considered his best feature, though their usually underlined with blue-darkness from lack of sleep, causing him to look like a raccoon.

The young man's movements are sometimes brisk and it always seems as if he is in a hurry to be somewhere, though at other times, he seems far too lazy (with his hands shoved in his pockets while he whistles a tune). He doesn't have all the answers; he gets confused, he gets embarrassed, and he doesn't necessarily have time to -- not to mention the desire to -- hide it. Planting his hands on someone’s shoulders, or lifting them in his protective grip are all things that can be felt and confirmed; as he’s saved many people. It is an affirmation that he's doing something to help these people; it assures them and him that he's there for them like he wants to be.

Dante wears two different uniforms on duty: Temperate Woodland (TW) uniform. It consists of a shirt, trousers, regularly shined combat boots, rifle-green beret, and olive-drab crew-neck T-shirt. The uniform is well-fitted but comfortably loose, with numerous and voluminous pockets, and drawstrings to adjust the fit. The shirt is worn outside the trousers, and the trouser cuffs are bloused over the boots. The shirt has an epaulet for a slip-on in the center of the chest; this slip-on bears the rank of the bearer and an appropriate national, branch, or regimental title embroidered on it. The name tag is attached via Velcro fasteners, and bears the member's name, and environmental symbol (crossed Mana pistols).

The second uniform he wears is his cammies: MARPAT uniform (Marine Pattern), with omni-directional patterning. It consists of a coat, trousers, garrison cover, and field boonie cover, each in both a woodland and desert MARPAT, hot weather and temperate weather olive mohave (light brown) rough side out leather Marine Corps Combat Boots (MCCBs) with the USMC emblem heat embossed on the ankle, coyote brown boot socks, coyote brown short and long-sleeve t-shirts.



Sometimes called Big Bear or Big Brown, he's one of the the largest of all the brown bears. In his transmuting form, the Kodiak bear, he's at least 10 feet tall when on his hind legs and five feet tall on all four legs. He weighs about 1,500 pounds—average for a male Kodiak bear. He has a fluffy brown-blond coat, which darkens shades of brown along his legs and crown. The head is large and round with a concave facial profile, similar to the Grizzly bear. His muzzle is coffee-creamed colored. During his transformation, his pupils completely dilate, leaving beady-black eyes in his bear form. His claws are long and sharp,(creationwiki.org/pool/images/7/7e/Claw.jpg) ranging in color, appearing rustic. At first glance, he looks like a friendly, cute, cuddly bear.

Personality: Dante is a rather boyish youth, friendly and joking as anyone can be at his age. He can also be rather bashful, especially around girls and people of authority. But for the most part, that changes when he suits up and goes on duty. He always carries an air of acceptance about him, and an unlimited potential to learn. His calm attitude and jovial nature make him easily approachable, and though life can be rough, he never seems to let it get to him. He's more likely to use his tongue than his gun, even though he secretly wishes and wants to show off his abilities—he doesn't like his training going to waste.

Dante's that boy next door—all smiles and winks. He's a spirited, somewhat easily-amused (or just naïve) person, and inspiring to those around him. He likes nothing more than to be outdoors in the fresh air and kidding around with people, however, he's also able to enjoy his own company during training or when he's sent out on solo-missions. He's extremely stubborn, and never stands for giving up. He loves to make jokes and laugh at nonsensical things. He enjoys making others laugh even as his own expense. However, he detests snobbery of any kind and hates being patronized by people who think that their superior to him. Reckless and often too gullible when judging those around him, he always wants to see the good in people, he often falters in trusting people too quickly. But he's not afraid to admit when he's in the wrong.

People often see him as inspirational, and once they meet him they seem to think he has some sort of “power” to change the way people think for the better. He's the kind of guy that sees how horrible things are but ignores it—someone who will be knocked down thousands of times, and always get up, despite what kind of pain he's in and despite the odds. Sometimes, when he thinks too much about the world around him, he gets bummed and extremely moody, but it never lasts long.

When Dante's collar is removed, he's a completely different person, and this usually shocks people. Like a vicious dog, he loses his ability to speak, and just fights—like an animal. He has no control, and like a dog, he'll attack on command. His pupils dilate and he sees very much in tunnel-vision, his head rings, his blood pressure rises, adrenaline surges, he lacks the ability to hear, his lungs open up, blood pumps doubly, and his muscles tense.

Story:

“Son, you've got a way to fall
They'll tell you where to go
But they won't know

Son, you'd better take it all
They'll tell you what they know
But they won't show

Ohhhhh,
I've got something in my throat
I need to be alone
While I suffer

Son, you've got a way to kill
They're picking on you you still
But they don't know

Son, you'd better wait to shine
They'll tell you what is yours
But they'll take mine”

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Dante grew up in a loving environment, a perfectly settled middle class home on top of the hills in his homeland, near the steady-flowing rivers with what was left of their wise clan. His father's name was Jorryn and his mothers name Maddalena, and he was very much a momma's boy. His mother was a Lieutenant in the Invisible Hand military, serving only to ally some of the Ursarian tribes, and when she'd met Jorryn—it was love at first sight and she was pregnant soon after she sent time in the Iroquoian tribe. Jorryn was the chieftain of the clan, whom invited her to stay, but was told that she couldn't. Maddalena took leave on account of her pregnancy, was granted it on the terms that she returned soon after, she didn't.

Dante grew up in an environment where everything was accepted and was little plant-life was alive, it was to be nurtured and protected.

Maddalena started teaching him to dance when he was seven years old, and sang him lullabies every night. The military was never mentioned even though he questioned her uniform neatly folded in the trunk in the back of their lodge. She'd only distract him by saying how beautiful the sunset was and to go play with the other boys and girls on the reserve, which he did. The boy was lively and energetic, so distracting him wasn't much of a challenge. She taught him everything she knew, she told him everything except for how her and Jorryn met, her real job, where she came from, and everything she knew he couldn't know. There'd be a time where he'd learn everything soon enough.

Everything was quiet and fine. The boy learned things quickly, and eagerly. On his tenth birthday, men dressed in strange robotic clothes dropped from helicopters onto the reserve while he was in class down at the main lodge with the old man with crinkles at the edge of his eyes, and those whiskers peeking out from his ears, and they demanded to know where Lieutenant Mackenzie was. Maddalena had shortly given up her name when she married Jorryn, so no one knew of this Lieutenant Mackenzie, as far as they knew there was no one of military intelligence in the tribe.

They turned the tribe upside down, shouting and cursing at the villagers, threatening their lives as they searched for her and the kid she gave birth to. Finally, they arrived at the peaceful lodge on the hill where they found Jorryn carving a small totemic object and Maddalena cooking over the stove. Things got ugly quick. With Jorryn pinned on the ground, they read her rights, described her of her abandonment crime and told her she had to come—and take her son with her. She begged for them to spare Jorryn and anyone else's lives in the village, she begged them to leave her son out of this. They shook their heads, dragging her forward. Jorryn was left there shaking with anger.

Finding Dante wasn't a problem, and they took Maddalena and her wide-eyed son in custody. They flew back to the base nestled in Japan, where Maddalena had been previously deployed. That was the last time Dante saw his mother, and he was sent sprawling into a cell where their intensive “training” began. They treated him like a dog. They trained him to be a vicious dog. They put that shiny metal collar on his neck and repeated the word engraved on it over and over again until became a command. He knew what it meant. They fed him from a can. They gave him kids books. They treated him like a weapon, one that was to be toned. For awhile, he seemed to lose his mind.

It wasn't until he was seventeen that they took him out and introduced him to society, etiquette and normal life behavior. Attempting to forget his feral behavior, he pulled himself away from people until they enrolled him into the military just like his mother—they promised to let him see his mother if he brightened up. So he did. It was hard to try and forget the circumstances he was exposed to, but with the promise to see his mother, things were brighter. Tomorrow wasn't so bad. He was trained to be an infantry soldier as well as a combat engineer, and flew through it, the hardships wasn't as bad as the cage—and he got along with everyone on base. He busied himself with dancing, he was good at it, and it reminded him of her.

They didn't let him see his mother yet. He's still serving with the military, earning captain rank, and he's still assigned to petty patrolling, which he hates. But everything's alright. Everything is A-OK.[/color]

[Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev]

This looks very good, you can start. Maybe if you wanted you could work with Alter Grossman to find the ones involved with the mansion attack.