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Post by Mikhail on Jan 2, 2016 23:23:28 GMT
| | Mikhail | | i am the apex | murder of crows || male || confused || 22 |
APPEARANCE Mikhail has a young outlook with medium, long brown hair. His clothing varies, showing a preference for vests with furlined hoods. Yet it varies, but Mikhail prefers darker colors. Either jeans or baggy pants is what he wears with a preference.
His eyes are a gentle blue. Yet, they portray a great curiousty to anything around him.
And lastly, there is his trademark gasmask. Something he always wears. It allows him to filter out non-spiritual toxins, breathe underwater for several minutes and protects against non-spiritual gasses. Yet, the instant he takes these off for longer than two minutes, he dies due to the pollution in the air being too toxic for him. This gasmask slowly lights up with a blue radiance as he breathes in.
PERSONALITY Mikhail is a stranger to the world. Having grown up in a lab has made him unable to understand the workings of the world. He only speaks a bitter few words of russian, doesn't know English nor japanese. He is wary of everything, yet also has an unparellelled curiousity towards anything he cannot comprehend. A curiousity that will be sated, no matter the cost. Even if human lives are at stake.
A moral compass is something the young man does not possess. Empathy is almost unexistable as he cannot comprehend what suffering is. He can feel pain, anger, sadness and all, but he just can't understand the suffering of another being.
That being said, Mikhail is barely ever angered. He's easier scared than he is angered. Yet, he is also more dangerous when scared. Since a cornered beast can be very unpredictable.
Mikhail also seems to have an aptitude of understanding machinery. He can fix about anything broken that's thrown his way, he also seems to have a lot of fun while fixing or making things.
HISTORY
Red alarms twirl, a loud blaring sound hurts my ears. People screaming. But they are afraid. They yell at eachother to keep the last doors closed. I look towards them, two people in white coats. I breathe in slowly. The blue lights of the respirator light up as I watch them with slow and deep breaths. I look towards the door again. They bend under my will. They open with the loud creaking of metal being bend. It is heavy. But I manage. The light blinds me, but I walk out. White flakes falling from the sky. What is this? It is cold. A shiver pulls down my spine. What is my name? Subject two? No. That is the name they gave me. Mikhail? A name I have heard before. The man's name was stated. Then followed by 'coffee'. In a questioning manner. Mikhail. A nice name.
I trudge through the white powder. My legs ache. They are cold. Yet burning at the same time, what is this substance? A caustic poison? Another experiment? I hear metallic rustling. A sound I've heard a lot lately. I immediatly associated the fear I smelled when I heard this sound. They fear me. Why do they fear me? I turn around. A black creature swooping down on my shoulder. Feathers. Feathers black as the nocturnal sky. I take another deep breath, the lights of my respirator glow again. They yell. Calling out towards me. Yelling 'Stop'. Is that my name? Is it an insult? A command? I look them in the eyes, their fear is clearly seen on their faces. Why do they fear me? More and more of these black creatures swoop down ontop and next to me. I do not understand. Why do these peculiar, black, winged and feathered being swoop down to me? Their shouting gets more frantic, panicked. Yet, these black things also cawk in response. Agressivly so. But their agression is not directed towards me. But towards the other people. I see them raising the metal things in their hand. The pinnacle of concentration. Small red lights erupt from the pieces of metal. Twelve small red dots appear on the white cloth. Two red dots appear on the front of my head. They yell 'kneel down' towards me. What do they mean? I wish to understand. The respirator glows again a bit brighter as I take another deep breath. I raise my hand towards them, take a step forward. I wish to understand. Explain this to me. What is this 'stop', 'kneel down' and 'hands behind your head'. What does it mean? I draw another breath, accompanied by the light of the respirator. Then the silence is shattered by loud rattling noises. I duck, I bury my head in my hands and ontop of my knees. I feel a sharp sensation in my left hip. The same sensation I felt during the experiments. Pain is what they called it.
Soon, the rattling noises are gone. Replaced by screams. Hysterical screams. I cover my ears and bury my face into my knees. I do not want to hear it. It is too loud. It hurts my ears. It always did. All the noises that surrounded me when I couldn't see. When I couldn't move. Voices. Activity. It hurts my ears. The sounds slowly fade. Only blaring sounds in the distance. It doesn't hurt my ears. I lift my hands and look up. Infront of me is such a black and winged creature. It's face is covered in a crimson liquid. I stand up as the same sharp sensation pulls through my hip again. I look down and see that the white powder had became orange in some places. A liquid drips from my hip. A dark crimson. It drips into the white powder and colors it darker and darker.
I look towards were the other people were, with their metal and red lights and rattling noises. I see them, lying in the powder. The crimson powder. Their gazes unsettled and staring upwards. The dark red liquid seeping from slices and holes in their bodies. I see some of the black creatures ontop of them, poking their sharp faces into their flesh. My left hip still hurts. I look back down to the winged creature and hold out my hand. It beats its wings and lands upon my hand. Looking at me inquisitivly. I frown. What did the creature want from me? It hops down from my hand again. Down to my waist, its claws digging into my flesh. Around the hole wich causes the 'pain'. I look down upon the black creature with fascination. It pokes its face into the hole, causing another sharp sensation, elliciting a grunt. The respirator lighting up and dims again, rythmic to the sharp breath I took because of the sensation. It is pulling. I can feel the black thing pulling something out from inside me. With a sudden burst of the crimson liquid, the black creature retracts its head. In its mouth is a metal object, it is small. Is this small shard of metal the cause of my pain?
I walk over to the other people. They do not respond. They are silent. I am greeted by the cawks as some of the black creatures flutter away. Another deep breath lights up my respirator. I kneel infront of the people on the floor. My hip is still leaking. I have to stop that. I prod one of the people, but they do not reply. They are completely silent. They do not even breathe. The wind slowly cuts through the white garment, a shiver slowly runs down my spine as my long brown hair sways in the wind. They were silent. I start to fidget with their clothing, the harnesses they were wearing. I need it and they cannot defend it. I manage to pull a thick and heavy vest off of one of the people. A warm and fur-lined coat. I pull down the zipper. Yank off the coat. He remains silent. The brown, fur-lined coat is covered in the crimson liquid. I swing it around my shoulders. It is nice. Comfortingly warm. I pull of the person's boots. And trousers. They fit me. More or less. One of the black creature approaches me with a small pack. Cillindrical and squishy to the touch. A plastic substance covering what would be cloth. Was this meant to plug the leak? I rip the plastic off. It seems like my prediction was correct. Wrapping the white cloth around my waist, over the hole in my hip. It seems to catch most of the liquid and halt the leak. A smile crosses my lips. This worked. The respirator slowly light up again as I took another deep breath and stand up.
Turning around and leaving. Exploring the new freedom I had just recieved.
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Post by Mikhail on Jan 2, 2016 23:23:41 GMT
| BATTLE SKILLS Name: Genetic anomaly No. 1 Class: Reiryoku Techniques Tier: III Type: Sensory Range: 200 meters Description: Through a genetical instability in his genomes. Mikhail has developed a knack for sensing other people. Any techniques up to tier III that induce silence or stealth, or alter someone's reiatsu are lost against Mikhail. This requires Mikhail to focus. This tecnhique can see through things like, but not limited to, Chimnokku, ungodly veil of flesh and on. This technique doesn't have a duration. It merely grants him the knowledge of bussiness at the time he activates it. Name: Genetic Anomaly No. 2 Class: Reiryoku Techniques Tier: II Type: Defensive Range: 10 meters Description: Through a genetical instability in his genomes. Mikhail has gotten the ability to exert his reiatsu in liquid form. This is a technique that can be used to negate other energy or melee based techniques of the same tier. Mikhail's reiatsu forms around a technique or attack like a thick goo and slows it down so it loses any effect or forces it to dissipate within ten meters of him. This exerted liquid drops to the floor after blocking one technique, and is rendered unusable. Yet, whether it blocked a technique or not, the goo of Mikhail's reiatsu can also be used as a fuel in machinery designed with the thick and sticky texture in mind. ITEMS
CZ-NRE AF-9685 Gas mask. REIATSU FEATURES His reiatsu, when sensable, would have no scent. But, it'd remind someone of a crimson color. It would be thick, like oil. HUMAN POWERS |
Murder crows Crows flock to Mikhail |  |
RELEASE APPEARANCE His eyes lights up in a radiant red. Crimson smoke slowly erupts from his left eye. HUMAN ABILITIES Name: Crow(d) control
Class: Human release
Tier: I
Type: Passive
Range: 100 meters
Description: Uncountable crows flock towards Mikhail and become spiritually empowered. These creatures listen mindlessly to Mikhail and are used in most of his other techniques. These crows can easily be killed, but, when one dies, another immediatly replaces it. These crows move at a speed that is not spiritual. Thus, very slow.
Name: Flock
Class: Human release
Tier: III
Type: Defensive/Offensive
Range: Personal/100 meters
Description: Flock can trap a target in a torrent of crows, causing them to be locked in place up to 100 meters away from Mikhail. The crows accelerate at half-bala speed. The person inside the target gets pecked at. This is considered one tier III strike per post of the duration. Flock can also be used defensivly and cast upon Mikhail or an ally. Who also become trapped in a murder of crows, defending them from physical and energy attacks up to tier III. This can last for three posts. Only one target can be put in this, defensive or offensive.
Name: Dart
Class: Human release
Tier: III
Type: Offensive
Range: 50 meters
Description: A crow accelerates at half-bala speed. And flies for the designated target. Aiming to pierce through them. Dealing tier III damage.
MASTERIES HUMAN POWERSBelow average
WEAPON SKILLbeginner
HAND-TO-HANDbelow average
REIRYOKU TECHNIQUESabove average
HEALINGMASTERY LEVEL | SPIRITUAL POTENCYaverage
REIATSU CONTROLabove average
STEPPINGabove average
SOUL RESONANCEabove average
ITEM CREATIONbeginner |
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Post by Pika on Jan 25, 2016 22:47:13 GMT
Approved.
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