<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">VERGIL TANNER</span></strong></div><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/08/dc/b6/08dcb66af76f79ed5eb8a99d80d99931.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Dimitrius Maranzano<br/><strong>Age:</strong>39<br/><strong>Species [Type]:</strong>Decidueye [Grass / Ghost]<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Pansexual<br/><br/><strong>Residence:</strong>Shady Acres, Southern Delinquent Town<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>"Consultant." Is in fact the Crimelord and "Mayor" of Delinquent Town.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/><br/>Dimitrius Maranzano is a deceptively large man; he is often found lounging in his favourite chair or behind some desk or other, which serves to disguise his true size and stature from those who ordinarily size him up. When he draws himself to his full height, however, people are often surprised to find that the ordinarily even-tempered, seemingly mild-mannered gentleman stands at a towering 6'6, with broad shoulders and surprisingly wide arms, enough that he easily weighs around 270lbs. The fact that he is almost 40 – old for a crimeboss in his neck of the woods – seems to not bother him, as his body is in as good a condition as its ever been. He has a sharp, well defined jawline, bright, piercing golden eyes and a head of luscious dark green hair.<br/><br/>When seen dressed, he is rarely caught outside of an elegant, formal, expensive suit that highlights his well-built form and compliments his figure. Fashion is one of the first things people see about you, after all, and a well-dressed, clearly wealthy individual of impeccable taste elicits certain reactions and responses from people even if they don't realise it on a conscious level. Besides, he just likes dressing his best. When out of his clothes, his body is noticably muscular, rippling with no wasted fat, indicating that despite his age, he has a great deal of power to his body yet. His back has several long feathers sprouting from his spin and falling down around his waist, and a thin membrane can be found on the back of his arms from which his feathery wings can extend and retract at a moment's notice. Whilst he is unable to fly per say, he can indeed glide, and his wings can help give him a boost when he needs to jump especially high into the air, or hover in place for a few seconds before descending. His feet are normal human feet, save for the big toe on each foot that ends in a sharp bird-like talon and claw. His body also has several noticeable scars that he has taken no effort to disguise; several gunshot wounds, two or three incision scars from surgeries to repair internal damage, a couple of knife wounds and even one reasonably sized burn on his left ribcage. Beyond his scars, Dimitrius's body is adorned with only one decoration; a spreading black Decidueye wing stretching from his shoulder and chest down the length of his upper arm, seemingly spreading out from the centre of his body. Whilst it might seem like that is intended to cover up his scars, a closer inspection indicates that the tattoo is much, much older than most of his oldest wounds.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong><br/><br/>Dimitrius is an older crimeboss, which means he's either very lucky, very dangerous...or both. People who cross him will find that he is very much the latter. Professionally speaking, he is cool, calm, collected, and controlled, viewing most people from afar rather than allowing familiarity to cloud his judgement. He expects to be obeyed the moment he speaks, and oftentimes, that is exactly what happens. It isn't that he's unfriendly or rude; he is simply an analytical intellectual who has little time for pointless games and people who believe themselves to be clever just because they can string a witty word or two together. He is, however, formal, polite and engages people with the warmth and welcoming respect that he believes they have earned; whilst his smile often doesn't reach his eyes, he is a genial and affable enough individual so long as you have not given him reason not to be. Despite being intelligent and measured, however, it cannot be said that he is cruel, condescending or uncaring; if you find yourself under his employ, he will treat you fairly, with the respect that your attitude and your skill deserve. He will always attempt to do right by you, since for him, loyalty is one of the most important traits of all...and loyalty is a two way street.<br/><br/>To his friends and lovers, he is genuinely warm and compassionate and often entertains parties and gatherings at his holdings for the community around him. He is often quick with a mischevious or dry joke, is quick to join in with friendly teasing or jokes and lavishes affection on the people he loves with little regard for decorum or refinement; he views his affections as something to be spread amongst his loved ones without hesitation or embarrassment, and often treats great shows of physical and emotional affection as almost casual. He is quick to support and praise the people he loves, and is always ready with a smile, a laugh or a hug, or a flirtatious remark or suggestive comment. This is to the extent that those that first met his professional facade sometimes have trouble believing that they are the same person! The reality is that when he is conducting business, he has to adopt a more critical, frosty demeanour...but the real Dimitrius is far more warm, caring and genial than a crimeboss is often able to be.<br/><br/>This is exemplified in one small detail; whilst many in his position have attempted outreach programs as a method of control and ingratiation with the locals, Dimitrius seems to genuinely want the best for his community. His own illegal actions notwithstanding, he rarely acts in a way that deliberately harms the people around him more than necessary. Whilst his network was built in undoubtedly immoral and illegal ways, he also serves to keep the crime in his territory under control; murders happen only when necessary, sexual crimes are punished brutally and the sexworkers under his employ and the employ of other business owners in the area are protected, given a fair wage and are allowed out if they want out.<br/><br/>Despite his aloof stoicism, he has a great deal of inner passion and drive that does not usually display itself in any way other than his relentless determination and commitment to his ideals of chaos, self-fulfilment, self-determination and the combatting of autocratic authoritarianism. Order is important, but chaos must be given its place to grow or humanity as a whole will stagnate and die. Those who try to halt progress will inevitably be left behind by it.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Inherent Abilities:</strong><br/>-- Limited Herbokinesis<br/>-- Plant Matter Generation<br/>-- Certain Grass-Based moves become more powerful in bright sunlight<br/>-- Wings (though used to assist in jumping; he is unable to fly)<br/>-- The ability to become incorporeal, intangable and / or invisible for short periods of time<br/><br/><br/><strong>Special Abilities:</strong><br/><br/>--<em>Unerring Accuracy:</em>Even when affected by accuracy-reducing conditions, Dimitrius's ranged attacks very rarely miss.<br/>--<em>Long Reach:</em>When making contact with another Pokemon, it does not activate any ability that relies on contact [EG, Static]<br/>--<em>Photosynthetic Metabolism:</em>Whilst food and water sustains him much more easily, it is possible under sunny conditions for Dimitrius to survive entirely on sunlight.<br/>--<em>Aura Detection:</em>Dimitrius often knows when an unseen or hidden individual is close by; whilst unable to tell their species or precise location, he is often able to detect their presence and general direction.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Egg Move:</strong>Double Team<br/><br/><strong>Strengths:</strong>Athletic, determined, confident, intelligent, strategic, charismatic, knitting, organisation, cooking, gardening, good with animals, skilled lover<br/><strong>Weaknesses:</strong>Distrusting, older, loves his people, technically a criminal, more likely to take drastic action, sees manipulation everywhere.<br/><br/><strong>Likes [Non-Sexual:</strong>Reading, Intelligence, Games of Strategy, Whiskey, Suits, Money, Power, Things Going According To Plan, Obedience, His Pets, Brattiness, Directness, Honesty.<br/><strong>Dislikes [Non-Sexual]:</strong>Treachery, Idiocy, Incompetence, Dishonesty, Things Not Going To Plan, Pickles.<br/><br/><strong>Ons:</strong>D/s, BDSM, Rough, Dirty Talk, exhibitionism, dancing, intimacy, a dash of humiliation (not much, though), Choking, spanking, roleplay, Dominant side of Player's Ons<br/><strong>Offs:</strong>Gore, scat, vore, violence, snuff, non-sexual rough play, cucking, Player's Offs.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Backstory:</strong><br/><br/>Dimitrius Maranzano was not born Dimitrius Maranzano. Whilst his real name is largely lost to time and only his closest confidantes know his story, it is known that he and his mother appeared in Delinquent Town about 38 years ago, when he was already a screaming babe in her arms. The story before that point is unknown, but many different hypotheses have been put forwards; was his mother a traveller from a distant land, a refugee of sorts that found herself in Xernia's not quite so loving embrace? Was he of noble birth, a bastard born out of wedlock who was cast out to hide their shame? Was his mother the member of some dark cult who gave up her soul to birth a child destined for greatness? These theories and more circulate the slums - with varying levels of believability and acceptance - but Dimitrius has thus far declined to comment on the validity of any of them. What is known is that regardless of where he came from, he had a very typical life by the standards of the dark streets of Delinquent Town; by age 5, he was already on the streets, stealing whatever he could get his hands on to help him and his mother eat while his mother worked any job she could get for as long as she could keep it.<br/><br/>He stole, he scrapped, he fled from the guards and received more than a few clipped ears in his time, ducking and weaving and just doing his best to get to tomorrow. By the age of 8, he was inducted into his first gang; a step up from stealing, he was now directly involved in the dozens - hundreds - of gang wars that raged across the various streets and neighbourhoods of DT as varying groups of varying sizes and strengths vied for territory. It was the wild west, borders changing daily, bosses rising and falling within the span of mere weeks at a time. Beatings and the occasional murder were not uncommon in the back alleys as gangs of youths backed by older, more wily crimelords clawed for whatever piece of the meagre crumbs of pie they could get. Like most youths his age, Dimitrius ended up travelling through several different gangs as they formed and collapsed, switching allegiances as often as he had to to stay alive and come back to his mother. It wasn't something he gave much thought to; it was simply the way it was.<br/><br/>Until when he was 13, disaster struck. A gang war erupted in his neighbourhood, and escalated to such violence that a noble brat who had decided to go to the slums to 'Play Tough' was injured. He didn't die, fortunately, but the injuries were severe enough that he required immediate medical attention...which also meant that his parents found out. In true noble fashion, rather than holding the child accountable for his own actions, they kicked up a fuss and dispatched their household guards to perform an almost-purge of the area as punishment for their sweet child suffering an injury. The uptown guards entered, blades flashed, and blood was quickly spilled. The residents attempted to fight back, of course, which just led to more violence and death. In the chaos, somebody - whether guard or resident, nobody could tell - set flame to wood, causing a great fire to erupt down the street, choking the neighbourhood with flames, smoke and screams. When the smog cleared...Dimitrius found his mother, burned to death trying to escape.<br/><br/>This loss nearly destroyed Dimitrius, but he decided right then and there that this was the last time he would allow such a tragedy to happen; it was well known that those in Mid-Town and Castle Town didn't care about the plight of the Mistypes. It was clear that they couldn't wait for help from the palace, and that if they wanted to make something of themselves, it was down to them and them alone to do so. And thus was born his new purpose; past simply survival...he loved his home, and he realised that he couldn't rely on anybody else to protect it. And so began his climb up the ladder of Delinquent Town; by 15, he had control of his first street-gang. By the age of 17, they controlled an entire neighbourhood. By the time he reached 20, he had successfully expanded his influence and - through a mixture of guile, brutality, diplomacy and intelligence - had managed to bring half of the slums entirely under his control.<br/><br/>But perhaps the most important moment of his life was yet to come. At the age of 21, just as he was preparing to embark on his latest quest of expansion, he found a particular young Purrloin abandoned on the streets near his home, yowling and attacking anybody who came close. She was perhaps five years old, but acted more like a wild animal than a person, which demonstrated just what kind of upbringing - or lack thereof - she'd actually had. Something within him reached out to the young girl, sensing a kindred spirit, his heart breaking at her plight...and despite his advisor's warning, he found himself gently - and carefully - taking the poor thing in to nurse her back to health. He had done similar things before, of course, extending helping hands to people who needed it, but this little thing...she was special. He could tell. And so began his fathership of one "Cassandra," a Purrloin who would grow to be one of the dearest people in his life, and - regardless of whatever else he achieved - one of his proudest accomplishments. As he raised her, trying to win her confidence and encourage her development into the fine young woman he knew she could be, he also expanded his Empire until - by the age of 23 - he had successfully united the underworld of Delinquent Town beneath his leadership.<br/><br/>And thus...began the real work. Over the next 16 years, he would continue to bond and raise Cassie, help others get back on their feet and reinvest in the community to try and foster some kind of allegiance, some kind of shared kindred spirit amongst the people he now found himself ruling. It was an unofficial title, but one he found bestowed on him with a mixture of fear and respect; "Mayor." Whilst the slums would always be the slums, whilst they would never be rich or powerful or influential, he could at least make life bearable for the people stuck there. Unofficial taxes were collected, housing was patched up and rebuilt into something that might last, local businesses were protected and fostered, and he did his best to encourage a sense of community spirit. Mistypes were Mistypes, of course, and mischief and crime would always happen, but he became proud of the community he fostered; a community that might bicker amongst themselves, but could always be counted on to come together when it mattered. Food drives, cooperation, protection, publicly funded neighbourhood revival initiatives...gangs had a lot of power, a lot of income. He was determined to see his put to good use to protect and nurture the place he'd grown up in. Rival street-gangs popped up from time to time, of course, but they were quickly either brought into the fold or crushed as soon as they made too much trouble.<br/><br/>As time went on, Cassandra grew into a capable, beautiful woman who soon became Dimitrius's right hand. Dimitrius himself always kept an eye out for skilled individuals who could do great things in positions of power and authority, and often helped them build themselves up from the ground to provide for the community. He created a reputation for himself of being a stern but fair leader, and for always being willing to offer a helping hand to those in need...but also not being somebody you wanted to cross or attempt to make a fool of. He was a benevolent crimelord, but a crimelord nonetheless and a crimelord needed to maintain strict authority and a clear indication of just what "crossing him" entailed. Over the years, his household has gotten rather more energetic with some of his "Strays" staying with him in a more personal manner...but surely nobody can begruged him his vices, after everything he has done to nurture Delinquent Town. And that's where he sits now. The Slums might still be the Slums...but they are far more peaceful and stable than they ever were before he took power, and that is something he is determined to keep going long after he is dead. Because that's the thing about being a Crimelord; nobody wins for long, and eventually...the life will always catch up to you.