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Dmitri Lynch uses he / him / his pronouns.
There were a multitude of rumors regarding the boy in his home town, most of which claiming that he's never been outside. Some people claim that he is a ghost and a few rather nasty individuals have been known to imply that he, himself, saw to the death of his family members in pursuit of the money. Here, however, it would seem that he has the chance at a new start - and he intends to avoid the attention.
Affiliations Failed inventor, independently wealthy, unaffiliated
Appearance 12.31 late twenties / Blue eyes / blonde hair / 6'2" / lean
'Edith' tattoo'd on the side of his left wrist, an elephant on his right wrist
Abilities Dmitri can jump through time - the furthest jump he has managed so far has slightly exceeded seven hours, though the average is closer to a few minutes; he tends to be more precise than individuals who can jump further. The more anxious he is the less he can control how much or in what direction he jumps (once getting caught in a loop of reliving the same hour for days) and he cannot do it at all when actively having a panic attack or if he is medicated. If he sleeps fitfully he risks the possibility of experiencing random time jumps while he slumbers. It is easier for him to go backward than forward but this is likely due to the fact that he rarely attempts to jump forward. To a passive viewer he visually 'flickers' into position (replacing his previous self, rather than doubling them).
Strengths Inventor. He can usually tinker with stuff until it's a little bit better or cooler looking, at least. At his most ambitious he can re-purpose otherwise useless things, and while he has frequently tried to invent things most of the actually useful projects never come to fruition. Anything he actually finishes is for his dogs more often than not.
Imaginative. Many of his failed experiments or scraps are re-purposed themselves - generally into moving metal sculptures. As a child he had a 'worrisomely active' imagination which was made apparent by his close group of imaginary friend but almost complete lack of actual friends. In times of great stress they revisit him, though he's learned that it's not entirely appropriate to mention.
Prestidigitation. His brother liked magic so he learned some simple tricks which he has honed (and over-complicated) over the years; he becomes increasingly frustrated and obsessive when he can't figure out how to do a trick he's seen performed on his own. Now it's pretty much just his dogs who get to see the ones he's managed. He likes it that way.
Weaknesses Lackadaisical. Other than his anxieties, which he routinely avoids, Dmitri does little to care for his health. He is easily swept up in things and as a result things which, moments ago, were so important are commonly discarded in pursuit of something else. He runs hot and cold, obsessed then distant, dedicated on through to disinterested and that amounts to living surrounded by piles of projects he never finished and isn't likely to finish any time soon.
Atychiphobia Which leads us to his driving fear of failure. He would much rather give something up in the eleventh hour than complete it and, suddenly, achieve the awareness to notice how silly or pointless the pursuit might be. Often he undermines his own efforts without ever being aware of it; outside of the immediate and the obvious he is rarely aware of himself.
Timorous. He has always had skittish nerves, a condition that when married with recent events has culminated in in panic disorder and agoraphobia. Presently he is incapable of dealing with crowds, large spaces and is incapable of going even as far as his backyard most days (he sometimes manages the patio late at night or early in the morning). Additionally he possess a crippling fear of being trapped or alone - the latter which doesn't seem to effect him on his better days in the presence of his dogs. The nicer of his remaining family like to refer to him as 'high strung.'
Reclusive. Even before he was frightened to come out of his house he was probably not going to show up at whatever thing you invited him to. He can't go because he doesn't want to.
Specific. He wants things the way he wants them, and when he still lived at home they went through more than a few maids who still don't understand why they were so abruptly fired. It might look like a mess to you but he knows precisely where everything is and has a reason for all of it (no matter how stupid that reason is likely to be to anyone else).
Medicated. Despite advice from well-paid medical professionals he absolutely refuses to take his medication until he is beyond worked up. At this point anything that's going to help him is pretty high-grade, and he will spend days in a dead-pan zombie-like state, if only he can bring himself to care enough to get out of bed. He has difficulty sleeping without sedatives and often keeps irregular hours, working until he collapses in some dangerous state prone to nightmares he thought he'd have grown out of by now.
Pets He has a pack of dogs: a mutt that seems heart-breakingly old, a dog which seems to be made out of metal, and a number (in total always more than three but less than ten) more which seem to fluctuate in breed and size but never in name or temperament. Nobody seems to notice, or or if they do they have failed to bring it to his attention in any way that sticks.
NPCs / Close Relations No Information
More InfoAll in all the blonde had always been an odd boy, that was for sure - but he was seeking treatment and his family came from money so the outlook was good. Shortly after his mother announced the 'miracle' that would be joining them (this only ended up being a baby, to his disappointment) his father left on one of his many business trips. When they got news that his plane went down on his return trip it hardly seemed real to the boy, and his uncle came to look after him through the rest of the pregnancy while his mother struggled with grief mixed with hormones and was barely able to conjure the will to get out of bed.
When they retrieved what was left of his luggage from the crash all they were able to send were a few clothing items and a small, yellow stuffed elephant that Dmitri had given to his father to help him feel less lonely while he was away. Once his brother was born the elephant was passed on to him as 'a gift from their father'. Their mother kept one of the sweaters and the rest fell to Dmitri.
With the baby born Dmitri's uncle persuaded his mother to seek treatment for her depression and after a few months and regular therapy sessions she almost seemed good as new. After a year or two she was a whole new person. Having brought the youngest boy to many of her sessions her therapist gave her a referral to a specialist who went on to confirm some suspicions she had been secretly been harboring about her son. Though a motley crew to be sure the family worked well as a unit and, by and large, his mother flourished as a single parent for a time.
Dmitri's anxiety got worse once he entered middle school which his doctor worked fruitlessly to combat - by eight grade his mother pulled him from private school both to help with his tentative mental state and to facilitate the advanced classes that would serve to keep his attention; she had been in similarly advanced classes at his age.
Towards the middle of high school his doctor prescribed him a medication for which the side-effects were severe. After a short stint in a children's institution he was returned to his mother who, in her sympathy allowed his newly prescribed medication to lapse. Considering him old enough now she permitted him to elect to stay home from most familial activities and it became common place for him to remain in the home for long stretches of time, only going outdoors to spend time with the family dog in the back yard.
At the last moment he pulled out of a camping trip they had planned as a surprise for his brother's birthday. She packed up and took her youngest son and the family dog. When he first got the news that they had been hit by the wreckage of a falling plane it didn't seem real. His uncle came to care for him for the few months he was rarely able to conjure up the willpower to get out of bed.
The great inheritance was now doubled twice over by the money from the insurance company and that of his share of the class action lawsuit. His uncle was once more called upon to manage and limit the finances of the boy until the time he was considered a suitable age (according to his mother's will) to be trusted with such a sum or the point at which he was married. And so it went for some years in one house of many up on the hill in a little town called Night Vale. It was there that he laid his head down on the pillow at the same bed he'd always occupied and, for once, fell soundly into sleep. Upon waking up even he was surprised to discover he was no longer in his home but, rather, in a large hotel room he had never seen before in his life. As you can imagine, it has been quite a shock.