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OOC INFORMATION
Name: Gnome
Journal:gnomebody
Contact: themechanagnome@yahoo.com
Are you at least 16? Yes!
Character(s) Already in Game: N/A
IC INFORMATION
Name: Dimo
Canon: Girl Genius || GG Wiki Page || GG Timeline
Age: 300
Appearance: 5'9" scruffy Caucasian male with unkempt black hair and dark eyes. Never seen without his fedora.
Personality:
AU History:
In southern Germany, there was once a band of gentlemen (and women) of ill repute known as the Jaegers employed by the ruling house of Heterodyne, an arrangement that lasted for nearly seven hundred years. They served as soldiers, bodyguards, assassins, smugglers, and thieves, doing whatever kind of dirty work their bosses needed to get done, but couldn't do themselves. It was hardly a well kept secret, but between the Heterodynes' massive political power, and the Jaegers' cut throat, criminal pull, not much could be done about it.
At least, not until the turn of the twentieth century, when a spanner got thrown into the gears of a previously well-oiled machine. Bill and Barry Heterodyne, the latest heads of the household bent on reforming their family's image, mysteriously vanished in the midst of a turbulent storm of political intrigue, and it didn't take long before the authorities started snapping up the suddenly leaderless Jaegers left and right. The Baron Klaus Wulfenbach, a friend of Bill and Barry's, did everything he could to help the Jaegers, making many members of his own private militia, but in the end, there were simply too many, and things were happening too quickly for everyone to be reorganized satisfactorily. Some families opted for a quick name change, and fled the country.
Which is how ten year old Dimo ended up in Amesville, Michigan, scared, confused, and speaking only a few words of broken English. His first few years in America were extremely rough, between learning a new language, struggling to fit in with his peers, and living in the poor part of town. His days were filled with fights, but though his mother worried, his father encouraged him, teaching him how to throw a punch and use a knife. There was, after all, a possibility that Bill and Barry, or a Heterodyne heir could show up and get the gang together again, after all, and Dimo had to be ready to join when his time came.
That was one of the things that got him through the years, those stories that his pappa told. The wild adventures, the daring hijinks - and hijacks, the torrid romances and last second escapes. It was what prompted him to start practicing slight of hand and sneaking on his own, and by the time he was sixteen, he was sure that he could have slipped into the ranks of the Jaegers just as slick as you please.
But all those boyish dreams came crashing down, as shortly before his eighteenth birthday, his father's past caught up with them. He was arrested, deported, tried, and executed as a Jaeger, his name and location mentioned by another as a part of a plea bargain. Dimo and his mother were left alone in America, with nothing left of the old man but his fedora and a new heap of responsibilities.
The other consolation of his youth was the sassy brass instrument known as the trumpet. Though his father was a rogue, his mother was a musician, a piano player and stunning songstress to boot (that was how his parents initially met - his mother worked as a showgirl for the seedy underground Jaeger bar). She encouraged him to play classical, but there was a new, wilder style creeping its way across the country called Ragtime, and it only took one song for him to fall completely in love. By the time his father was taken, it had gained enough popularity that he was able to use it to help support his mother.
Still, it wasn't enough, in his opinion, and as it looked as if the Jaegers and the Heterodynes were done for for good, he threw his hat in with a local gang. It helped some, enough that he got his mother moved to the upper end of Fitzville, but it was rough going. He had a nice collection of scars and was constantly in and out of jail for his efforts. It worried his poor mother sick that he'd end up like his father, so in 1916, he promised her he'd work to turn himself around. He didn't tell her it was by joining the military until after he'd gotten himself enlisted, of course. It wasn't until later, when America officially joined the World War that it became a real concern. He was one of the first on the frontlines, and he stayed out there the war was declared won, coming home with the rank of Staff Sergeant to his name.
3rd Person Sample:
OOC INFORMATION
Name: Gnome
Journal:
gnomebodyContact: themechanagnome@yahoo.com
Are you at least 16? Yes!
Character(s) Already in Game: N/A
IC INFORMATION
Name: Dimo
Canon: Girl Genius || GG Wiki Page || GG Timeline
Age: 30
Appearance: 5'9" scruffy Caucasian male with unkempt black hair and dark eyes. Never seen without his fedora.
Personality:
AU History:
In southern Germany, there was once a band of gentlemen (and women) of ill repute known as the Jaegers employed by the ruling house of Heterodyne, an arrangement that lasted for nearly seven hundred years. They served as soldiers, bodyguards, assassins, smugglers, and thieves, doing whatever kind of dirty work their bosses needed to get done, but couldn't do themselves. It was hardly a well kept secret, but between the Heterodynes' massive political power, and the Jaegers' cut throat, criminal pull, not much could be done about it.
At least, not until the turn of the twentieth century, when a spanner got thrown into the gears of a previously well-oiled machine. Bill and Barry Heterodyne, the latest heads of the household bent on reforming their family's image, mysteriously vanished in the midst of a turbulent storm of political intrigue, and it didn't take long before the authorities started snapping up the suddenly leaderless Jaegers left and right. The Baron Klaus Wulfenbach, a friend of Bill and Barry's, did everything he could to help the Jaegers, making many members of his own private militia, but in the end, there were simply too many, and things were happening too quickly for everyone to be reorganized satisfactorily. Some families opted for a quick name change, and fled the country.
Which is how ten year old Dimo ended up in Amesville, Michigan, scared, confused, and speaking only a few words of broken English. His first few years in America were extremely rough, between learning a new language, struggling to fit in with his peers, and living in the poor part of town. His days were filled with fights, but though his mother worried, his father encouraged him, teaching him how to throw a punch and use a knife. There was, after all, a possibility that Bill and Barry, or a Heterodyne heir could show up and get the gang together again, after all, and Dimo had to be ready to join when his time came.
That was one of the things that got him through the years, those stories that his pappa told. The wild adventures, the daring hijinks - and hijacks, the torrid romances and last second escapes. It was what prompted him to start practicing slight of hand and sneaking on his own, and by the time he was sixteen, he was sure that he could have slipped into the ranks of the Jaegers just as slick as you please.
But all those boyish dreams came crashing down, as shortly before his eighteenth birthday, his father's past caught up with them. He was arrested, deported, tried, and executed as a Jaeger, his name and location mentioned by another as a part of a plea bargain. Dimo and his mother were left alone in America, with nothing left of the old man but his fedora and a new heap of responsibilities.
The other consolation of his youth was the sassy brass instrument known as the trumpet. Though his father was a rogue, his mother was a musician, a piano player and stunning songstress to boot (that was how his parents initially met - his mother worked as a showgirl for the seedy underground Jaeger bar). She encouraged him to play classical, but there was a new, wilder style creeping its way across the country called Ragtime, and it only took one song for him to fall completely in love. By the time his father was taken, it had gained enough popularity that he was able to use it to help support his mother.
Still, it wasn't enough, in his opinion, and as it looked as if the Jaegers and the Heterodynes were done for for good, he threw his hat in with a local gang. It helped some, enough that he got his mother moved to the upper end of Fitzville, but it was rough going. He had a nice collection of scars and was constantly in and out of jail for his efforts. It worried his poor mother sick that he'd end up like his father, so in 1916, he promised her he'd work to turn himself around. He didn't tell her it was by joining the military until after he'd gotten himself enlisted, of course. It wasn't until later, when America officially joined the World War that it became a real concern. He was one of the first on the frontlines, and he stayed out there the war was declared won, coming home with the rank of Staff Sergeant to his name.
3rd Person Sample:
