The Time Traveling Russian Dragon Slayer Demitri Orlov

Real Name: Demitri Orlev
Hero Name: Dragonslayer
Title: Chronos Bane
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Russian
Hair: Blonde With A Grey Streak
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 6'3"
Weight:200
Blood type:AB






Demitri is a charming optimist with a sharp sense of humor and a refined intelligence. He's always positive even in the darkest of hours. It's easy to get his trust and hard to loose his rapport. His biggest weakness is that he is reliant on those around him and lacks the confidence to stand against great adversity alone. He approaches tasks from an investigative mindset, always looking to adapt and remain flexible to succeed. He values his freedom, but this fast and loose attitude can also leave him apprehensive in times of stress. Second guessing his quick decisions and not leaving himself totally accountable. He'd forgive the devil himself, but only twice. He's exactly who you want around to back you up or crack down on a plan. But he's not the person you'd rely on to keep his word.


When the universe and it's many, other dimensional realms were made there was one which was the loneliest of them all. A endless desert known as the final hourglass, with only one inhabitant. A dragon of extreme power by the name of Chronos. Though he watched from afar and observed great events as they played out in earths history. He grew terribly lonesome and jealous of mankind. Desiring companionship for himself. So he fine tuned his abilities, making a elegant magic sand he hoped to craft into another dragon who would serve as his bride. Entropia. However when this new dragon neared completion, fate had other plans. As a Soviet Scientist hoping to invent time travel accidentally created a portal to his realm, though he welcomed her as a guest. She stole some of his magic sand which was to be used to make the dragoness's heart. Hoping to harness it's special properties to complete her research.

Though it took him a hundred years, Chronos did track down the thief. To find out that she'd given her every last heir a pinch of this sand at birth so they would live without aging. This sand still resided within each of them, and Chronos used it to weave a terrible curse. Polymorphing each one he could find into a bloodthirsty dragon more deadly than the last, and forcing them to hunt down their own family to suffer the same fate. All so he could recover what was taken from him in the name of justice and love.

Enter Dimitri Orlov. Last in the Orlov family, an unfortunate romantic. He'd just been turned down on his marriage proposal to his american girlfriend of 3 years and had been working in research for synthesizing uranium. When his family began disappearing. He was surprised to get a call from his more than 100 year old great great great grandmother warning him of the impending danger and calling him to a safe haven in Moscow. When he arrived, he found a wyvern 10 times her size, with her same eyes trying to eat him whole. Not taking this standing down, he barely escaped while grabbing some of her research notes. Now he's convinced that if he can slay the twisted dragons that were once his family, he can gather their sands of time to enhance his powers enough to let him reach Chronos's realm and once and for all even the score. But to do that, he's going to need a crack team of heroes ready to contend with a gallery of time twisting lizards each more deadly than the last. Sharpening his skills as he travels around the globe preventing them from bringing innocent people to harm in their rampage.


1. Reaction
2. Agility
3. Strength
4. Endurance





The Sands Of Time:
When Feya Orlev implanted the sand into Demitri's body as an infant, she did not simple sprinkle it into her mouth. Instead she created a tiny hourglass through scientific and magical means. Performing a ritual to imbibe it in his soul. Though a normal mortal's sands of time would run out, their spirit will age and die. Demitri's will not, this magic sand reinforced to never wear out. He can stop this hourglass from turning through sheer force of will with disastrous effect. The sand within will attempt to grow older, but it cannot grow older. Building up in pressure until it must be released from his body in a killer sand storm before returning back to equilibrium.

When it is charged, he may cause a storm of sand to appear anywhere on his body or along his sword. If these sands touch anything, it causes an instantaneous aging effect within 1 inch of the contact zone. He cannot choose to hold the charge of this ability so it must be expended, meaning he can't start a battle with it fully charged. This is his ace in the hole, used for evening the odds or killing dragons way outside his normal offensive output. The power depending on charge is listed below. The speed of the sand never exceeds that of a sandstorm at 25 miles an hour. The sand washes forward and can consume a 10 meter in diameter sphere. Due to his connection to Chronos, any dragons created by him will have the sands envelop their entire bodies should even a grain connect.

1-2: The sands cause aging, weakening creatures who aren't immortal by 25% who are partially exposed and by 50% who take a direct hit. These debuffs effect any physical abilities, and last for the posts charged +1.
3-5:  The sand explosively increases aging, allowing most mortal creatures like human beings to die. But exceptionally long lived creatures to take the effects of the tier 1 less. This can eat through weapons or targets like cars but not exceptionally reinforced structures.
5-9: The sand causes generations of aging, which can be fatal to even the most long lived creatures like sea turtles and elves. This bypasses the normal  agelessness of some creatures. Leading to the debuff of the first charge level.
10-12: More time passes for those who touch this sand than can be recorded. Which bypasses the normal immortality of ageless creatures and can be completely fatal to them. After using the fully charged version, Demitri cannot use his powers for 24 hours.

Any lethal effects of this ability are highly unpredictable, Demitri has had it on more than one occasion where instead of killing his target they simply were suspended in time. Reappearing after a certain period. Or having a small, bizarre trip into an alternate timeline before inevitably returning to normal. (This is often a fallback for when players are fine with defeat, but not death. Or when an item would be destroyed too important to an OC.)

Celerity: Dimitri has a certain level of control over his own flow of time. He can accelerate one of several of these options indefinably without breaking a sweat. He may also choose to take a point of exertion to either boost an active aspect of celerity or activate the other aspect. He may acrue no more than 5 exertion points before he cannot do any but the most basic forms of this ability.
Speed: Dimitri moves 2x faster than a normal human. This increases striking power, but not lifting power. Running into a wall or similar problem involving speed will hurt him far more easily due to his durability not increasing to match. When boosted, this increase becomes 4x. This enhances his perceptions accordingly, which can be multiplied again by celerity's other aspect.
Perception: Dimitri's perception of time is 10x faster. This makes any combatant at human speed seem like his reactions are nigh instant. When boosted. This allows him to see bullets flying in the air like slow arrows. But does not make him fast enough to respond.



Water: A direct counter to his sands of time, regardless of intensity of his attack it can be canceled out with water. Rain renders the attack useless, as does the target being underwater. Covering oneself in a bucket of water causes it to evaporate on contact but lowers the effectiveness of the attack by 1 charge range.

Hair: Whenever using his powers the grey streak in his hair visibly blows in the wind and glows slightly. If his hair is cut he will grow it back at an accelerated rate in a 24 hour period. In that time it will either half the effectiveness of his powers (or reduce them by 1 charge step). Or if totally clean shaven will render them useless.

Glasses: Demitri requires almost inch thick glasses to see properly and is just slightly better than legally blind without them. When something is within a foot of his face without his glasses he can identify it just fine, and read text so long as it is in a large font close to his face. But this cripples his ability to perceive and respond to threats like projectiles as the world becomes a blur to him. Because his glasses need to be so thick, he cannot use contacts. But he does have a reading chain so they don't easy fall from his face.

Lightweight: Demitri has a fast matabalism which is altered by his powers. While he can eat a huge amount of food and not gain weight, he needs atleast 3x as more food and water to sustain himself. Often needing to stop a super powered run to drink. As well as all drugs and toxins being thrice as effective but only lasting a third as long. Meaning a cloud of tear gas could knock him out in seconds, but once dispersed he'd wake up much faster with less side effects. This also makes treating him medically difficult, but he keeps a card in his wallet explaining the situation for EMT's.


Justice: A great sword forged in ancient Britain said to have once been wielded by a knight of the round table. It took a great deal of time for Demitri to track down but it was worth it, as the blade itself seems immune to the passage of time. Making it perfect for use with his powers.

Accidents: A armored, and very stylish petticoat. Lined with a lair of ceramic armor it is highly light, bullet resistant (up to the first 3 shots), knife proof, and may just dull the pain of a bicycle accident or a stray dragons tail.

Racehorse: A small collapible bicycle easy to ship to other countries. Demitri is not licences to drive, but instead he pilots this thing. Which can move faster in proportion with his own enhanced speed due to quick petal turns.


Demitri wears a pocket watch, the time on it is always off. But he often uses it to determine how long he's been charging his sand attack.

Demitri has always dreamed of going into space or inventing a full blown time machine and listening to Rasputin preach.

Demitri is petrified of Otters, Turkey, and most american animals.

Demitri cannot swim effectively at all and fears any water he can't touch in.


*ring ring* Went the bell alongside Demitri's valiant steed. The oceanfront of Ireland was magnificent, he could appreciate the sacrifices his family had made to inspire him to go on this tour of the world. He felt like he was gaining a great deal of insight onto how countries besides his really were like. He biked over a long, rustic bridge only seeing light foot traffic from what appeared to be a group of french tourists with a local guide. He raised a hand to have at a delightful young couple with an eight year old daughter. But just before reaching the end of the threshold himself when the stoned lined wooden bridge burst. Thinking fast, he slowed his reactions and tumbled over cleanly. Not injuring himself as he came to a stop in the grass. A villain resembling a 12 foot tall, burly ram with horns had careened into the side of the structure while on the run from the police before barreling away.

With his vision slowed down he could see it unfolding quickly, his heart felt like it was stuck in his chest. His lungs like they could hardly inhale at all. That guy looked like he could gore him without even trying, and there were no heroes around in this low population town to deal with him. Head be on his own. Then, he heard a screaming that seemed more desperate than the others. Shrieks getting softer as they went down stream. He saw the hand of the little girl before rushing down the water. Which while not that dangerous, to a typical person. Especially a local. To a child who could not swim, or hell even to a guy like him who had a cover to keep and couldn't tread water. It could be bad news. There was a huge part of his brain, deep down. That wanted to stay put, let anyone else handle the situation. He was just a bystander, he could even get in the way if he-

Well that was curious, he was up on his feet and running for the edge of the water. 'Crap, crap! What are you doing Demitri!?' He thought to himself, but did not afford him the opportunity to slow down. As his focus shifted towards his legs and not his eyes. Everything seemed to be happening extremely fast. It was hard to keep his movements under control as they rocketed along the river. Six feet deep with a strong current and several large stones now shooting down it's length. What the hell was he doing? He wasn't even suppose to be anywhere near this place, he was suppose to be in his lab. Trying not to catch cancer from all the radioactive materials they worked with. His panic, risen from being on his own in one of his worst environments. Brewed up and made him want to scream, but his head was pressed under the water, he seemed to have no control of his movements. What the hell-

Two minutes later, he hauled his whet ass on shore. Having ditched his heavy petticoat in the water and holding the girls hand. The stream was a little gentler all the way down here, but still unsafe to tread in. "Wow! You swim like a fish, I hardly caught up with you little sparrow." He said with a light tone of voice, it was like nothing was bothering him at all. He had the same damn expression as when he'd been merrily biking along minutes ago. "*pant, pant* "J'ai failli me faire sortir par un mouton! Merci." He chuckled, patting her soaking head which seemed to calm her down way more than anything else. "Let's get you to your mom and dad, what is it...  Maman et papa~" He said with a practically glowing complexion, holding her hand all the way back the short walk where police sirens beeped in their exotic sounds.  No matter how crazy it got, Demitri always kept his cool. With his eyes razor focused on what needed to be done. There'd be a million more moments like this big and small on his quest. But as long as he played to his principles, everything would turn out alright.