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Kallistrate Dimitriou

"I will personally hunt down those who have disobeyed our laws."

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a character in “Chicagoland: A Monsters Tale”, as played by WendyDarling

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● ● ● ❝Kallistrate Dimitriou- - -
RELENTLESS / CYNICAL / FLIRTATIOUS / AGGRESSIVE / SNEAKY



➔ BIRTHDAY (NUMERICAL AGE) : 245 years (appears 25)

➔ RACE : Stheno Gorgon

➔ DISTINGUISHING MARKS // APPEARANCE : Kallistrate's snakes are, during her work days, loosely tied in the back in a low ponytail to control them, and are as long as her waist. She has slitted blue eyes, and her snakes are red and smooth, also with blue eyes. At 5'7" in her non-battle form, without the oxfords she favors with her standard MI uniform, Kallistrate is also snakelike--curved, although not in an exaggerated way, but sinuous. Her MI uniform is simple and sophisticated, and as an investigator she is usually in a black suit paired with low-heeled oxfords. Her blazers are paired with colorfully feminine shirts, always coordinated well with her snakes who, with a small purchased glamour that she activates when in human areas, look like very thick red hair. She carries a gun in a shoulder holster, but mostly for appearance's sake. Her MI badge is clipped to her belt, a shield with the Chicagoland MI symbol. The same glamour that conceals her snakes from the non-Monster population also conceal the faint outline of scales that could otherwise be seen in her pale skin.

➔ OCCUPATION : Chicagoland Monster Investigator

➔ FACTION : CCMAA


➔ POWERS : Immortal, brass talons, above human speed and strength, Gorgon battle form (her lower half turns into a large and powerful snake's tail), able to move very silently when necessary

➔ POWERS : As a Gorgon, Kallistrate possesses snakes for hair, who are highly venomous. This venom has been compared to that of the eastern brown or the inland taipan snakes, producing certain death within an hour of being bitten if left untreated, and the treatment is not well-known and is difficult to make. Her venom is much more concentrated in her own fangs in her mouth, and can induce death within moments if she bites you directly. However, this venom is most effective on humans and Monster species closest to humans in biology. Gorgon venom produces different effects, depending on the monster's species and individual strength, but the most common side effect if a monster is strong enough to resist most of the effects of her venom is paralysis. Her snakes are not sentient as such, but they do carry instincts of their own and operate independently from Kallistrate's will, which is why they are typically bound, if loosely.

➔ POWERS : In Gorgon battle form, Kallistrate's tail is very long and muscular, tapering to a point without a rattle. This tail is red with black speckles and a white underbelly. It can be used for constricting purposes, as well as some climbing, and if in a battle with another gorgon Kallistrate will affix a metal spike or trident to the end of her tail, to use against her foe.


➔ RANDOM FACT : Kallistrate is known as "Kalli" to her friends, but only her friends.

➔ RANDOM FACT : She cannot turn people to stone, her Gorgon subspecies is all wrong for that, but her prey does tend to freeze in fear.

➔ RANDOM FACT : In her high-stress, fast-paced job, Kallistrate will not get through the day without her coffee.



So begins...

Kallistrate Dimitriou's Story

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It was closing time at the local library and Jake found himself lingering over a few of the latest arrivals to the store. Most were New Age items featuring your fortune through the stars and tarot cards. Calloused hands slid over the books and for a moment he wondered what it would be like to have real magic at his finger tips, magic he could control and follow his every whim. Alas, things were not so and Jake let his hand slide away, magic was for witches and wizards, not for the likes of him.

He piled the new books away on a cart that would be put out in the morning and looked around the empty library. Its floors filled with shelves upon selves of books. It was always quite peaceful being on the closing shift. Sweeping the floors and dusting was quite calming for him and he enjoyed the quite moments with the books he loved. His chores finished Jake grabbed his keys and things and shut off the last of the lights and left through the front door taking care to lock it.

Now that the day was done he supposed he should head on home but the Black Dog along the way called out to him and he found himself grinning. It wouldn't hurt to have a beer. Jake liked the dark looming walls of the Black Dog and the conversations were half decent as well. The previous night Jake had gotten into a debate with a Werewolf over how similar they were to shifters. Neither had come to much of an agreement but they had parted on good terms.

He adjusted his shirt and loosened his tie a little, the library had high expectations of it's workers and were expected to dress nicely. Jake had no problem with and enjoyed the sense of class that his job gave him. He headed down the road and took the time to slick his hair back a little before he entered the pub.

He opened the large, heavy wooden door to the pub and walked in, the scent of deep fried what ever filled his nose and the soft chatter of the few folks already there filled his ears. He gazed around the room and saw a few familiar faces, the woman at the back for instance. Her saw her come in every once in a while but never really got the chance to talk to her. In all honestly the snakes intimidated him.

He took a seat at the bar not to far from her and wondered if he might work up the courage to say hello, but he thought perhaps it was not the time as she seemed rather grumpy. So instead he held up his hand and ordered a light beer, nothing to strong. It wouldn't give him a buzz, it was just something to enjoy while he wound down from a long day of being on his feet.

Every once in a while he would glance at the woman with his green eyes and when he made eye contact with her accidentally he gave hr a crooked grin and an awkward smile. Then turning away he groaned and wondered where his courage had gone.

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LOVINO AMORE


Lovino Amore glared as a bunch of giggling twenty somethings made their way out of the shop at the end of another long day. They were apparently familiar with his family’s dating company and had spent the entire time they were in the shop giggling and asking him ridiculous questions about cupids or telling him sob stories about their pathetic dating lives. He’d been tempted to dump a love potion in their drink and point them at the nearest bum but he was trying to work on his temper. Besides the two old witches who ran the place had enough to deal with without him adding another reason for the CMI to come sniffing around.

Still all that bullshit was exactly the reason he was against the whole monster and human community integrating thing. He had enough issues trying to get monster to take him seriously he didn’t need to add being hounded by selfish or bored humans to the mix. As it was every time he met people like that he had to fight the urge to curse them as it brought back the entire reason he had left Heartstrings in the first place. All that bullshit about true love had been annoying but he was a cupid for the gods sake, and he grew up with two of the biggest empty headed romantics on the planet. His twin and elder sister really believed in their job as “ambassadors of true love” or whatever the shit they were calling it now. Lovino thought it was horseshit and worse that the greedy people of the world were taking advantage of his less intelligent siblings.

It got to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore and he quit. Working at Cauldron Cakes might not be a perfect job, sadly he still dealt with people’s rampant stupidity on a daily basis, but it was a lot more tolerable than Heartstrings. At least here when he got pissed he just went in the back and cooked up some nice baked goods until he cooled off.

But it was closing time and he was in no mood to brood at his house for a few hours so he decided to head on down to the Black Dog for a quick drink to unwind before heading home. Hopefully things would be rather tame today and he wouldn’t be tempted to use any less-than benign magic on anyone and get kicked out again. It had happened a month ago when some ass wouldn’t take “not interested not move your face” for an acceptable answer. Lovino was still not sorry for making him fall madly in love with a lamp post but his parole officer had been less than pleased and the owner of the Black Dog hadn’t appreciated him punching the guy in the face prior to enchanting him either.

With that slightly uplifting thought in mind he finished cleaning the counters in tables of Cauldron Cakes, returned his apron, and locked up the shop as he made his way out into the night. He was wearing a nice pair of loafers, some black slacks, and a rather fetching blue shirt. The outfit made him look a little more upscale than strictly necessary for the homey little shop he worked at but he refused to lower his standards of dress just because he spent most of his days baking or waiting tables.

It didn’t long for him to make his way to the outskirts of Arcane Towne and his favorite bar. He did see a handful of kids outside in the midst of what seemed to be some kind of werewolf falling out. He snorted to himself at the stupidity of the youth before sidestepping neatly and entering the bar. He was not the kind of guy to stick his nose where it wasn’t needed and he avoided fighting as much as possible. Mostly because his best means of defending himself were all unfortunately “illegal and dangerous uses of magic”. So best to stay out of whatever was going on. Although once inside he did catch sight of someone who probably would want to know about the scuffle outside. His parole officer was sitting tucked away and after placing a quick order of Dionysis’ Delight at the bar, he strolled over to her with his usual snarky smile in place.

“Chilling out after a long day of dealing with delinquents and ignorant asses I see, Kalli. Hate to be the one to but speaking of ignorant asses there's a whole pack of the furry and fleabitten variety out front who seem to be having some kind of stupid pissing contest.” He said sliding into the seat across from her as he carelessly indicated to the front of the bar.

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Kallistrate took a long sip of her drink, bringing it down to about half its original volume. "Good evening, Lovi." Eating her fig, which had absorbed just enough of the liqueur at this point to make it a nice little treat, she gave herself a moment to chew before swallowing and speaking again.

"Yes, I'd been hearing it. I was giving them a moment to get it under control, but as it doesn't seem to be stopping I'm going to go intervene." Her snakes, as usual, largely ignored Lovi as a non-threat, but the scuffle out front was raising them into a tizzy. Not that she believed Lovi was harmless, she was sure he had some weapons to bear including his cupid powers that had and could again deal with any problems he encountered. However, she'd known him and been his parole officer long enough to know of a certainty that he presented no threat to her, personally, and her snakes had reacted on that instinctual knowledge weeks before she'd come to trust him. They occupied a strange middle ground, in Kallistrate's mind, between friends and their legal relationship where Kalli had to keep an eye on him for the rest of his parole period. Whether or not they remained friends after that period was done was hard to say.

"But as I've had a long day of dealing with 'asses,' as you say, I have no compunction in knocking of few of those furry simpletons' heads together. I sincerely hope they won't keep me from my drink for long, I deserve a bit of relaxation this evening. You'll excuse me, won't you, while I deal with this?"

As she walked back towards the door, she made the decision to leave her snakes how they were. Writhing on her head and spread out in their anticipation of the fight, a few were even starting to hiss. Kallistrate knew what sight that made, and took full advantage of it in her work and off-work time. Werewolves were close to animals and humans, so her venom would likely be perilous, even deadly to them. Out front and to the side of the building in an alley stood a ring of young werewolves and a few humans, along with what she recognized as the chef of the Black Dog, Argus Lefroy, still in his wolf form.

*No biting* she urged her snakes as she tried to get them to close their mouths in a mix of an instinctual reining in and a difficult to describe sort of telepathic speech without words. Intimidation was well and good, but her venom could very well kill all but the Black Dog chef, and perhaps even him, depending on his age and strength. Her snakes calmed slightly but kept themselves spread, draping themselves in front of her shoulders or using their muscles to curl out and forward from her body. Taking a careful stance some ten feet away from the group, Kallistrate addressed them, moving her badge to her hip and sweeping her blazer away from it on both sides, her hands at her hips.

"Good evening, gentlemen," she remarked loudly, her badge glinting in the light of the one streetlamp that stood at the street where the alley began. Her crimson snakes, blue eyes wide open, were still hissing. "My name is Lieutenant Dimitriou and I'm with the Chicagoland Monster Investigators. I highly suggest that you disperse immediately, or shall I intervene and forcibly restrain you before hauling all of you back to the station?"

The circle froze, most in fear. She could tell the humans among them and quite a few of the young wolves hadn't seen her particular species before and they were torn between awe, bewilderment, and wetting their pants. Ah, the young. Kallistrate took a strong step forward and that was enough to disperse a large part of the crowd who decided a narrow alley with a gorgon was a dangerous place to be. They rushed out of the alley giving her and her snakes a wide berth. A few of her snakes decided to wriggle and half-strike at them as the young troublemakers passed, out of amusement and to ensure they did not forget the CMI was always watching them.

Taking a few more steps, the echo of her oxfords on the pavement an emphatic warning, she approached the chef. "Mr. Lefroy, may I ask what is going on here?"

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- Argus -


Transforming was a violent and excruciating process for a young wolf, and as Argus watched each of the pups cry and shriek back into their human form, he had almost forgotten the experience. The fur fell from their great bodies, followed by horrific snaps, twists, and cries of pain. For this reason, young werewolves would find a secluded place to begin the process, as it was common for humans to get weak in the stomach at the sight. The CMI, however, kept her posture.

In wolf form, werewolves grew to about the size of horses. Since he could not speak in this body, Argus pushed his ears back and lowered his head towards the CMI, indicating his apologies and more importantly, respect. If he learnt anything in his early years of pack hood, it was that. Argus quickly made his way to the back of the bar; his dark silver fur was torn and coarse. He was not gone longer than a second when he trotted back to the CMI, hurriedly slipping his arm through the sleeve of his plaid shirt. “I’m sorry, ma’am, they’re not usually this rowdy.”

Intuitively, Argus’ nose twitched a couple of times in the company of unfamiliar species. He could not identify the scent, but there was something of it that gave him a wave of doubt and unease. Pulling his gaze away from the snakes, Argus took a step forward. He knew that it was only a matter of time that the kids would have gotten themselves into trouble with the CMI.

“There aren’t many of us in this part of town, ma’am.” Argus began. “The young ones have a quick temper, often explode into form at the slightest tick. Without a pack, they’re likely to become feral. I’ve tried to get a hold of them, you see…” He paused and glanced at the bar, wondering if he was going to receive a scolding from his boss. This was the fourth time that Argus had fled from the kitchen.

“Should we discuss this inside?”

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Kallistrate watched where he looked and nodded. "Of course. I would not wish to endanger your position when you were merely trying to rein in the young wolves. I have a seat in one of the back booths, but perhaps the kitchen would be better, for privacy?"

Following Mr. Lefroy to the location of his choice, Kallistrate pondered her options. She was only about a quarter buzzed, and in no mood to haul anyone back to the station tonight. If she had to, she would have, but it would have made her even more venomous than usual to the offenders, pun intended.

When they sat down, Kallistrate thought longingly for her drink and began, in a low voice, "Pack...issues are, as you know, governed within the pack, as far as bureaucracy is concerned. Since there were a few humans involved tonight, this issue could be CCMAA territory. One of their Advocates is here tonight, Minerva Eldridge? I don't know if you two are acquainted but I have worked with her on several occasions and she is very competent. If she can't help you, she'll know someone who can."

Her snakes had calmed down, so she considered whether or not to tie them back again. Deciding against it, as it was her off time and they deserved a little freedom after a long day, she continued. "I don't know what group you're aligned with, but if you aren't comfortable with the CCMAA's involvement, as humans aren't a big part of your issue, I can see what I can do. Frankly, the pack doesn't communicate with us too much about their status in the city, although I remember hearing a while ago that the official pack may have moved, so you know more than I do on this issue. Please take my offer of help seriously, because feral wolves without any control can cause havoc in town, and I don't want to have to start putting cubs in prison if there's a way around it."

Kallistrate rubbed the bridge of her nose in a pinching motion with two fingers. "It's been a long day, Mr. Lefroy, and diplomacy was never my strong point to begin with, so if I've stepped on any werewolf toes or mores I apologize. The Director at the station is also a werewolf, so I can also get you an appointment to speak with him if that's what's needed. Just..." she sighed. "How can I help you, help them?"

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Argus


His spirits were elevated with the enchantment of nature. Or rather, the wolf counterpart was delighted with every moment Argus took to visit the neighbouring wood. Its senses were gratified at the genial warmth of the sun, the scents of the earth soiling the pads of its enormous paws, and the ample sights and splendour. This was what a young wolf should familiarise with, Argus believed. Not the misuse of physical power, and certainly not the overestimation of the wolf’s inborn superiority. Alongside their native province of the wood, Chicagoland was an entire world unknown to them. The city, as with their own home, came with laws to be respected.

The CMI spoke with a string of language that Argus could scarcely comprehend. He mused over the idea that the young lady, her hair of snakes and unusual scent were employed in a mysterious line of work that involved thievery, which would mean that she was accustomed with coercive arts. But as the CMI continued, Argus listened attentively. She spoke with an accent of respect and practiced hospitality, or perhaps his deductions were severe, and the CMI was genuinely concerned.

Argus did not stir in his seat at the booth throughout her discourse. When she uttered the last words of her proposal, he rested his elbows on the wooden table and closed his hands over his nose, glancing once at the ceiling. The particular pack that the CMI spoke of was not new to him. They consisted of a disorderly assembly of werewolves, the true bloods, or as they preferred, “true wolves”.

“The true wolves won’t move here because they’re too high and mighty to think of leaving their home. They like a challenge, even if we’re on the edge of civil war.” Argus said finally, clasping his hands together in firmness. “I don’t know much about the CCMAA, or the witch. She smells familiar, if you count that for ‘acquainted’. I think the humans were just excited to see a fight, as kids go…”

Where’s Lefroy? How long’s he gone for?

He’s with that CMI at the booth.

What’s he done now?

Pack business. Don’t seem like trouble.

Yeah? I ought to tell him to keep his wolf problems away from the Black Dog. Can’t have them going at each other in front of the damn bar like they do. Y'see the bloody size of them?


The conversation ended with the boss slouching from the kitchen, all work and buzzing resumed once the door shut with a sharp slam. The corner of Argus' lips curved lightly as he heard distinct grumbling and mutters escape from the office. The presence of the CMI brought all havoc to a halt, giving Argus a chance to catch his breath and continue.

“The pups won’t become feral, ma’am. I plan to get a hold of them and train them myself. A pack may be traditional – but true blood isn’t the way to go. Those wolves in the city will do nothing but damage to them. Might be a lone wolf, but I know they’d be better off having me with them for a little...” There may well be enough places in the wood for the young wolves to take refuge for rest. Argus determined to track the litter down himself. “Ah, I’m sorry for spoiling your night. Have a Barghest Steak and Kidney pie, on me, hey? For your troubles – whatever you fancy on the menu.” Argus turned and took his leave to the kitchen. She knew where he was if she needed him.

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"Thank you, Mr. Lefroy," Kallistrate watched him walk back to the kitchen. He'd been dismissive of her offer, or perhaps saw no need for it, but for all that he'd been informative and polite. Before she went back to her booth, she decided to honor Mr. Lefroy's openness by doing him a favor. Also, she kind of wanted to intimidate someone and the cubs hadn't been satisfying.

Tracking down Mr. Lefroy's boss, who had left the office grumbling but had seemed at least a little cowed by her presence, she smiled and spoke. If it could be called a smile, as it was more a bearing of teeth. "Mr. Lefroy was kind enough to share some pertinent information, and assured me that he will be taking these things in hand. I trust that his attitude of responsibility towards his community and respect towards myself, as an officer, is appreciated at this establishment?"

He grumbled some more, but nodded. Good. Because if he'd given her trouble, she'd have no problem making life difficult for him. Mr. Lefroy wasn't a friend, but he had done her a good turn, and she always paid her debts. "Excellent," she said, smiling wider, her snakes waving a little at him. "He is a superb chef and I am fond of this bar. It was nice speaking to you." Kallistrate liked it a little too much that he cringed away from her when she walked past him, too close on purpose, and one of her snakes slid across his arm. Without the release of a good fight--and she hadn't been able to chase down any criminals in a week--she had to get her satisfaction where she could. At least this was a good cause, unlike if she'd succumbed to the temptation to thrash children much below her age and abilities.

She ordered the pie Mr. Lefroy recommended and went back to her booth. Pulling out her phone as she sat down, she made a note to go back and talk to him if there were incidents with the boys she'd seen tonight, and then put it away again. She had to have it on her, in case there was an emergency, but there was no reason she had to be thinking about work. Kallistrate was glad Mr. Lefroy had made the suggestion of the steak and kidney pie, some carbs would soak up the alcohol and it sounded like a very comforting pastry.

Her drink was still thankfully at her place, so she took a long sip and looked up at Lovi. "That's sorted, at least for now. Have you met the chef here, a Mr. Argus Lefroy? Appears like a fairly nice gentleman, or gentle-wolf, whatever the pc term may be."

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LOVINO AMORE


Lovino watched as Kalli left to go deal with the flea-bitten mongrels out front. She looked like she was eager to bust a few heads so he settled back to wait for her to be done. As he waited he looked around the bar idly to see if he recognized any of the other patrons. A handful looked like a few of customers that frequented Cauldron Cakes, and a blonde in the far corner chatting up some random guy was definitely one of the more annoying members of Heartstrings. He even spotted the CCMAA witch that he was forever sending complaints too who seemed to have settled into the bar with her vicious overgrown rat.

When his drink arrived Lovino had done a thorough scanning of the bar’s current patrons and was ready to simply enjoy his drink and ignore everyone. This was also near to the time when Kalli returned with one of the employees who had a vaguely familiar look, probably someone that served food or something. They were chatting a bit before the owner came out with a familiar look on his face, looking ready to give someone hell before Kalli decides to put him in his place. Lovino snorted softly to himself as Kalli made her way back to the table with a pie in hand.

When she asked if he had met the chef, which he assumed was the guy she had been talking to, he shook his head. “You know me I’m not much for socializing. I can’t stand most people anyway so I figure what’s the point in bothering? I did see you give the old man a bit of a fright, can’t say as he didn’t have it coming.” Lovino said easily.