Post by Trix on Jun 30, 2007 2:56:31 GMT -5
.:Adressed as:.
Michale Khaze Thesus
.:Alias:.
Michale, Khaz, Khaze
.:Gender/ Age / Race / Sexuality:.
Male/ 29 / Shape Shifter/ Heterosexual
.:Birth Date:.
August 23rd
.:Conections:.
Desire: Desire? Honestly, love anything I desire I get. So, no, I 'desire' nothing... At least, not right now.
Lover: I have many; But should 'the one' come along, I will inform you.
Children: Surprisingly, with all the times I have courted, a child has not been concieved...
Family: Dead, simply dead.
Friends: Friends? What are these? I have a few aquaintences, many ex-lovers; but no, no 'friends'. not yet...
.:Personality:.
Elusive, charming, mysterious and alurring. Each of these characteristics describe Michale, the 'bad-boy'. Both females and males are drawn to him, with his non-chalant attitude and rebellious habits the male is certainly someone of desire.
Or at least is the object of many people's desire.
He always seems somewhat detached and uncaring, but if befriended is loyal and.. somewhat charismatic. He is a fighter, and would settle for a good, bloody fight to a night of sentimental 'lovemaking' any day. Though he has moments of charm and 'innocence', he is generally someone to avoid...
Well, that is if you follow the rules. If not, he's one of the best people to be recconed with.
.:Appearence:.
Though he is a Shape Shifter, Michale is usually seen in this form, lounging around in a snug-fitting black t-shirt and well fitting jeans, usually torn, or faded.
The only 'major' changes he ever makes to his human appearence is the color of his eyes, which even then are usually only chocolate brown, azure, obsidean, or on the rarest of occasions a warm hue of shimmering gold.
.:Weapon of Choice:.
Like most Shape Shifters, Michale tends to rely on his abilities to preform fast transformations, varying from animals to inatimate objects. However, if he knows that he is going into battle, he will equipt himself with a bow and a quivver full of steel arrows, which generally, depending on what he equipts them with, can be more lithal than bullets.
For instance, if he knew he was going into battle with vampires, he would fill his arrows with ultra-violet liquids, inorder to be as proficient as possible.
.:History:.
"Don't you dare touch my mother!"
As a teen, Michale's life had been both physically and emotionally taxing. His mother, Rachel, a drug-abusing prostitute could barely keep a roof above his, her and his younger brother Kael's heads.
So, in order to keep his family together, he worked long night shifts and stayed in school, slipping by with marks in the low fifties.
The years of adolescence had been particularily hard for him, defending his mother from abusive men, demanding money that they simply didn't have.
He always put his neck out for her, and fought off anyone who came to the house with dark intentions.
That was... Until the night of December third.
It had been a long day, finishing his grade twelve math exam and working a double-shift at the black-smith's; needless to say, he was exhausted when he arrived on the front steps of their shack-like house.
He knew something was wrong. He knew that when he pushed on the front door and it opened with out any resistance. Why hadn't it been locked?
In the neighbourhood that they were in, it wasn't wise to leave your door u-locked, and if it was because his mother was on another high, there would be hell to pay.
"Mom?!" He called, stepping through the thresh-hold of the door, and shutting it behind him, before turning to lock it.
his stomach bottomed out as he saw the splintered door-frame and blood smeared hand-prints on the wall.
"Kael? Mom?" He called, rushing down the small hallway to the kitchen, and nearly vomited as he stepped in a puddle of blood.
"Oh god." Tears blurred his vision as he blinked down at his mother, throat cut open, eyes glazed, staring off into the distance.
"Jesus.." He whispered, stepping around her, tears now streaming down his red-cheeks.
"Kael?! Kael where the hell are you?!" He called, opening the door to the basement, where he and his five-year-old brother shared a bedroom.
Slipping on the blood-slicked stairs, the teen fell, crashing to the landing in a heap. Michale groaned and slowly got up before clearing the rest of the stairs in a leap-like step, only to scream in pain at what he saw.
The five year old, his little brother, lay struggling to breath on his bed, a crimson line drawn across his small throat.
Michale rushed to his side and drew the small boy into his arms. "Kael?" He cried softly as he blinked down at his little brother, whose eyes were wide and fearful.
"M-mikey..." The litte boy rasped, shakily attempting to hug his older brother.
Michale's throat tightened as his brother spoke, and tried to hug him. "Kael, who did this to you?" He asked, holding the boy's head against his chest, keeping calm with great difficulty.
"...The b-blue a-angel..." He croaked before slowly going limp in Michale's arms, his blonde hair falling back, partially blood stained as his blue eyes began glazing over.
'Gabriel?' Michale though silently, rage bubling up inside him. His rage instantly vanished as his brother began to go limp, ad he sobbed helplessly.
All his sacrifices had been in vain. He was going to lose his little brother to his mothers damned addiction.
As Kael stopped breahing, Michale screamed, frustrated and sorroful tears cascading down his cheeks.
"Kael! Kael! No! Don't Go! Please!" He shook the boy's lifeless body and sobbed, laying the small body gently back on the bed, placing his head against the pillow.
"...Kael..." His throat was tight and the ferocity of his tears made this almost unbearable. "...I will avenge you."
****
Michale had grown, in age, ability in his shifting, and in wealth. Finally, he could live a life of luxury. But, he never did splurge on himself.. Nor did he on others.
He wouldn't let himself get close to anyone. Ever again. How could he?
Walking steadily ahead, he continued his journey to a place called 'Caracoa' in the 'Valley of Silence'.
Here, would be people who he would allign himself with...
And according to rumor, his 'blue angel' had reciently situated himself here...
Perhaps redemption was finally in reach.
Michale Khaze Thesus
.:Alias:.
Michale, Khaz, Khaze
.:Gender/ Age / Race / Sexuality:.
Male/ 29 / Shape Shifter/ Heterosexual
.:Birth Date:.
August 23rd
.:Conections:.
Desire: Desire? Honestly, love anything I desire I get. So, no, I 'desire' nothing... At least, not right now.
Lover: I have many; But should 'the one' come along, I will inform you.
Children: Surprisingly, with all the times I have courted, a child has not been concieved...
Family: Dead, simply dead.
Friends: Friends? What are these? I have a few aquaintences, many ex-lovers; but no, no 'friends'. not yet...
.:Personality:.
Elusive, charming, mysterious and alurring. Each of these characteristics describe Michale, the 'bad-boy'. Both females and males are drawn to him, with his non-chalant attitude and rebellious habits the male is certainly someone of desire.
Or at least is the object of many people's desire.
He always seems somewhat detached and uncaring, but if befriended is loyal and.. somewhat charismatic. He is a fighter, and would settle for a good, bloody fight to a night of sentimental 'lovemaking' any day. Though he has moments of charm and 'innocence', he is generally someone to avoid...
Well, that is if you follow the rules. If not, he's one of the best people to be recconed with.
.:Appearence:.
Though he is a Shape Shifter, Michale is usually seen in this form, lounging around in a snug-fitting black t-shirt and well fitting jeans, usually torn, or faded.
The only 'major' changes he ever makes to his human appearence is the color of his eyes, which even then are usually only chocolate brown, azure, obsidean, or on the rarest of occasions a warm hue of shimmering gold.
.:Weapon of Choice:.
Like most Shape Shifters, Michale tends to rely on his abilities to preform fast transformations, varying from animals to inatimate objects. However, if he knows that he is going into battle, he will equipt himself with a bow and a quivver full of steel arrows, which generally, depending on what he equipts them with, can be more lithal than bullets.
For instance, if he knew he was going into battle with vampires, he would fill his arrows with ultra-violet liquids, inorder to be as proficient as possible.
.:History:.
"Don't you dare touch my mother!"
As a teen, Michale's life had been both physically and emotionally taxing. His mother, Rachel, a drug-abusing prostitute could barely keep a roof above his, her and his younger brother Kael's heads.
So, in order to keep his family together, he worked long night shifts and stayed in school, slipping by with marks in the low fifties.
The years of adolescence had been particularily hard for him, defending his mother from abusive men, demanding money that they simply didn't have.
He always put his neck out for her, and fought off anyone who came to the house with dark intentions.
That was... Until the night of December third.
It had been a long day, finishing his grade twelve math exam and working a double-shift at the black-smith's; needless to say, he was exhausted when he arrived on the front steps of their shack-like house.
He knew something was wrong. He knew that when he pushed on the front door and it opened with out any resistance. Why hadn't it been locked?
In the neighbourhood that they were in, it wasn't wise to leave your door u-locked, and if it was because his mother was on another high, there would be hell to pay.
"Mom?!" He called, stepping through the thresh-hold of the door, and shutting it behind him, before turning to lock it.
his stomach bottomed out as he saw the splintered door-frame and blood smeared hand-prints on the wall.
"Kael? Mom?" He called, rushing down the small hallway to the kitchen, and nearly vomited as he stepped in a puddle of blood.
"Oh god." Tears blurred his vision as he blinked down at his mother, throat cut open, eyes glazed, staring off into the distance.
"Jesus.." He whispered, stepping around her, tears now streaming down his red-cheeks.
"Kael?! Kael where the hell are you?!" He called, opening the door to the basement, where he and his five-year-old brother shared a bedroom.
Slipping on the blood-slicked stairs, the teen fell, crashing to the landing in a heap. Michale groaned and slowly got up before clearing the rest of the stairs in a leap-like step, only to scream in pain at what he saw.
The five year old, his little brother, lay struggling to breath on his bed, a crimson line drawn across his small throat.
Michale rushed to his side and drew the small boy into his arms. "Kael?" He cried softly as he blinked down at his little brother, whose eyes were wide and fearful.
"M-mikey..." The litte boy rasped, shakily attempting to hug his older brother.
Michale's throat tightened as his brother spoke, and tried to hug him. "Kael, who did this to you?" He asked, holding the boy's head against his chest, keeping calm with great difficulty.
"...The b-blue a-angel..." He croaked before slowly going limp in Michale's arms, his blonde hair falling back, partially blood stained as his blue eyes began glazing over.
'Gabriel?' Michale though silently, rage bubling up inside him. His rage instantly vanished as his brother began to go limp, ad he sobbed helplessly.
All his sacrifices had been in vain. He was going to lose his little brother to his mothers damned addiction.
As Kael stopped breahing, Michale screamed, frustrated and sorroful tears cascading down his cheeks.
"Kael! Kael! No! Don't Go! Please!" He shook the boy's lifeless body and sobbed, laying the small body gently back on the bed, placing his head against the pillow.
"...Kael..." His throat was tight and the ferocity of his tears made this almost unbearable. "...I will avenge you."
****
Michale had grown, in age, ability in his shifting, and in wealth. Finally, he could live a life of luxury. But, he never did splurge on himself.. Nor did he on others.
He wouldn't let himself get close to anyone. Ever again. How could he?
Walking steadily ahead, he continued his journey to a place called 'Caracoa' in the 'Valley of Silence'.
Here, would be people who he would allign himself with...
And according to rumor, his 'blue angel' had reciently situated himself here...
Perhaps redemption was finally in reach.
