…Not much was known about Dmitri, when he first stumbled out of the East, muttering arcane gibberish and wielding athe broken remnants of an x-acto knife, but in the intervening years he’s established himself as more than a bit of an oddity, working as an artist in as many fields as he can stomach simultaneously, making regular detours to events where he stands at the edges, peddling his occult goods to passerby.

Some say his artwork heralds a beginning, some sort of new dark age of industrial grunginess that shall change our view of aesthetics. Dmitri prefers to knock these sorts about the head with whatever’s handy, and then leave them in a shallow grave.