Post by Azrael on Jun 19, 2014 18:28:49 GMT -6
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FULL NAME:: Michael Taylor
NICKNAMES:: Mike, Azrael
GENDER:: Male
ACTUAL AGE:: 20
APPARENT AGE:: 20
SPECIES/RACE:: Shifter
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:: Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Straight
FACECLAIM:: Jesse Williams
NATIONALITY:: American (also holds Canadian citizenship). He has Metis and American roots.
HEIGHT:: 6 ft 1 in
HAIR:: Extremely short brown hair
EYES:: Blue-ish green
SKIN:: Light skinned
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: Teeth are in a permanent, slightly sharper pointed state. He has a large, branded black cross symbol that stretches across a large portion of his back as well
APPEARANCE:: Michael is the very definition of unassuming. Although a little tall, he has very short hair and a lean build. He's light skinned, although definitely not identifiably 'white', and he has piercing blueish green eyes. Michael usually wears grey cargo pants and a button up shirt, often accompanied with black sneakers and a leather jacket. He also usually carries a concealed pistol at night.
As a shifter, Michael has never really explored his ability properly. As such, he has always defaulted to the first form he ever took, an anthropomorphic shark form, which is about nine feet tall. The species it most closely resembles is that of a great white, although the top colour of his skin is a dark navy instead of gray. This form is much bulkier than Michael’s normal human form, and a large chunk of this increased mass comes on his arms, legs and upper torso. He has a large jaw lined with three rows of razor sharp teeth, which is accompanied by a short shark snout. He has a large dorsal fin, and his tail is relatively stubby (about 2-3 feet long). As a shark, Michael also has two oversized fingers and a thumb, which are semi-connected with some webbing, and his feet resemble flippers.
PERSONALITY:: The best word to describe Michael is reserved. He is often reluctant to interact with others, preferring to remain lost in his own thoughts. He often wears a gruff scowl or a blank serious look upon his face, partially in an attempt to deter people from approaching him. He is also a little paranoid when it comes to the outside world, so he often rationalizes shutting others out as merely a prudent safety precaution. Michael is, however, extremely devout, so he does have a few meaningful relationships amongst the other volunteers he works with at his local church.
Though he would never admit it to anyone, Michael walls himself off from the main world due to his conflicted emotions over his shifter side. Although he has found a reason to legitimizes his existence in his mind (see history below), he still believes he is an abomination of nature. This inner struggle often manifests itself through anger or extreme sadness, and he has been known to throw objects in his apartment in fits of anger.
That being said, the few people who do know him well are people that Michael would fight tooth and nail to protect. Loyalty is a big thing for him, and he would never hurt or betray those who are close to him. Most importantly, Michael has shielded them the most from his inner demons and often tries to fake a happier or kinder demeanor around them. As such, Michael’s extremely small group of friends are quite dear to him, even though they know so little about his true self.
LIKES::
DISLIKES::
STRENGTHS::
WEAKNESSES::
SECRETS:: He keeps his shifter abilities a secret from everyone
RANK:: Shifter
POWERS::
WEAKNESSES::
HOMETOWN:: Terre Haute, Indiana
PROFESSION:: Volunteer
PARENTS:: Frances Bruneau and Aaron Taylor
SIBLINGS:: N/A
CHILDREN:: N/A
EXTENDED FAMILY:: Various Metis relatives
MARITAL STATUS:: Single
HISTORY:: Michael Taylor was born to Frances Bruneau and Aaron Taylor, a local high school teacher and pastor respectively. Growing up, he divided most of his time between his small hometown of Terre Haute, Indiana, and his mother’s village in Manitoba, Berens River. From an early age, his parents were kind but firm with him, and they helped to foster in him a desire to do what was right for the world around him.
This rapidly changed when he was only 10, at which point his father switched over to the newly founded Church of Humanity. Michael’s father had a powerful sway in the small town, and soon a majority of its citizens had been immersed in the new religion, including Michael. His father spoke about how Plusses were an abomination of nature, something not created in God’s image, and he began to preach that those with the power to do so must dedicate their lives to riding the world of these monsters.
There was a sense of skepticism at first for Michael when it came to this new religion. This preaching against others was something that seemed to contradict the inclusiveness his father used to tell him about. For a few years afterwards, he harboured these thoughts. It was only when he was 14 that he openly voiced these opinions to his parents, something he regretted almost instantly.
Aaron had never laid a hand on his son before, but that was the day on which it changed. For the next few months, Michael hid in terror from his father’s rage, terrified that every moment around him could mean another beating, another lashing by his father’s fiery tongue. Eventually, Michael simply succumbed to his father’s way of thought and began to find ways in which to please him, hoping that would change things. His father finally forgave him, but the damage to Michael’s thought process was done.
Michael’s sense of right became more and more warped as he grew older. By the time he hit 16, he believed every word his father said, beginning to believe he needed to “rid the world” of Plusses. Terre Haute itself was small enough to be devoid of Plusses, so Michael and a group of his friends would travel to Indianapolis looking for Plusses to rough up. It became a weekly ritual, one that his father encouraged him to go on.
It was a week after his 18th birthday that everything changed. He and three friends had decided to go to Chicago instead of Indianapolis, believing they might find a more obvious crop of Plusses. It was there that they ended up challenging a mPlus who was far more powerful than all four of them combined. The Plus managed to kill all three of Michael’s friends, but it was at that point that Michael’s dormant powers, passed down silently along generations of Metis, came to the surface.
Enraged by the deaths of his friends, Michael shifted to shark form in a matter of seconds and mauled the Plus, eventually killing him. It took a few minutes for Michael to gain control and shift back, but when he finally did he was horrified of what he had become. He took off for a few months, torn between disgust for what he was and anguish at what he had done.
It was after a few months of this inner torment that he decided there had to be a reason for his existence as “an abomination”. He began to reflect on his father’s teachings and eventually came back to this idea of righting the world. Michael came to the conclusion that he had been chosen to continue this mission in a new way, and he vowed to use his new-found power to continue to rid the world of Plusses, abomination or not.
Michael travelled home one last time, telling his parents that he would be moving to Chicago to follow a call to serve the church. He moved there just before the wards started years ago, and has continued this mission of his ever since, taking on the name of Azrael (the angel of death).
OOC NAME:: Alex
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:: 6 years, am a little rusty though
ANY NOTES:: I'M BACK MOFOS
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE::
RUN
Michael’s mind raced back to what had just happened. The four of them had thought Chicago would be a fun, new adventure. They had thought there’d be easy pickings for Plusses there, far easier to spot out then the relatively smaller Indianapolis. On that, they had been right, but they’d never anticipated running into such a strong one that night.
That thing… it had crushed Rick's head. It had made quick work of Paul and Trav too before it had turned on him. But the venom hadn’t burnt him; it was almost as if the shock in seeing his friends die had awakened something deep inside of Michael. He barely processed what was happening as he grew larger and larger, ripping out of his shirt as a fin erupted from his back and a tail from the base of his spine.
Michael had lunged at the Plus, tearing at its flesh with his newly grown, sharpened teeth. The whole ordeal was over in under a minute, and by the time he had come to realize what had happened, the mutant was dead. For a moment, it felt so surreal that Michael thought it was a dream, but then it hit him.
Now, he was one of them: a shifter…
Michael skittered to a stop, his tail smacking against leg, reminding him what he was. He’d put 3 or 4 miles between himself and what was left of his friends. His emotions overwhelming him, Michael collapsed against the brick wall as his father’s words swirled around in his mind. “This world is infected with their filth. It must be purified, cleansed of the sin that permeates the very earth that was given to us by Him. They are scum! They must be removed at all cost, cast out as the demons that they are!”
Michael felt the overwhelming urge to cry, but realized he didn’t have the ducts to do so. Instead, he curled up in the fetal position and put his oversized hands over his head.
“What have I become?”
{ Michael 'Azrael' Taylor }
FULL NAME:: Michael Taylor
NICKNAMES:: Mike, Azrael
GENDER:: Male
ACTUAL AGE:: 20
APPARENT AGE:: 20
SPECIES/RACE:: Shifter
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:: Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Straight
{ APPEARANCE } |
FACECLAIM:: Jesse Williams
NATIONALITY:: American (also holds Canadian citizenship). He has Metis and American roots.
HEIGHT:: 6 ft 1 in
HAIR:: Extremely short brown hair
EYES:: Blue-ish green
SKIN:: Light skinned
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: Teeth are in a permanent, slightly sharper pointed state. He has a large, branded black cross symbol that stretches across a large portion of his back as well
APPEARANCE:: Michael is the very definition of unassuming. Although a little tall, he has very short hair and a lean build. He's light skinned, although definitely not identifiably 'white', and he has piercing blueish green eyes. Michael usually wears grey cargo pants and a button up shirt, often accompanied with black sneakers and a leather jacket. He also usually carries a concealed pistol at night.
As a shifter, Michael has never really explored his ability properly. As such, he has always defaulted to the first form he ever took, an anthropomorphic shark form, which is about nine feet tall. The species it most closely resembles is that of a great white, although the top colour of his skin is a dark navy instead of gray. This form is much bulkier than Michael’s normal human form, and a large chunk of this increased mass comes on his arms, legs and upper torso. He has a large jaw lined with three rows of razor sharp teeth, which is accompanied by a short shark snout. He has a large dorsal fin, and his tail is relatively stubby (about 2-3 feet long). As a shark, Michael also has two oversized fingers and a thumb, which are semi-connected with some webbing, and his feet resemble flippers.
{ PERSONALITY } |
PERSONALITY:: The best word to describe Michael is reserved. He is often reluctant to interact with others, preferring to remain lost in his own thoughts. He often wears a gruff scowl or a blank serious look upon his face, partially in an attempt to deter people from approaching him. He is also a little paranoid when it comes to the outside world, so he often rationalizes shutting others out as merely a prudent safety precaution. Michael is, however, extremely devout, so he does have a few meaningful relationships amongst the other volunteers he works with at his local church.
Though he would never admit it to anyone, Michael walls himself off from the main world due to his conflicted emotions over his shifter side. Although he has found a reason to legitimizes his existence in his mind (see history below), he still believes he is an abomination of nature. This inner struggle often manifests itself through anger or extreme sadness, and he has been known to throw objects in his apartment in fits of anger.
That being said, the few people who do know him well are people that Michael would fight tooth and nail to protect. Loyalty is a big thing for him, and he would never hurt or betray those who are close to him. Most importantly, Michael has shielded them the most from his inner demons and often tries to fake a happier or kinder demeanor around them. As such, Michael’s extremely small group of friends are quite dear to him, even though they know so little about his true self.
LIKES::
- Reading
- Meditation
- Painting
- Ancient Culture
- Swimming
DISLIKES::
- Plusses
- Non-believers
- Death
- Full Moon
- Laws
STRENGTHS::
- Is skilled with weapons
- Is focused on tasks
- Is a quick learner
- Can adapt to situations
- His shifter abilities
WEAKNESSES::
- Can get too emotional (usually angry)
- Doesn't build relationships
- Hates himself
- Is protective of the few people he does know
- His religion
SECRETS:: He keeps his shifter abilities a secret from everyone
{ RACIAL SPECIFICS } |
RANK:: Shifter
POWERS::
- Can shift into animals or hybrids
- Can temporarily hide his sharpened teeth if needed
- Favours a shark/hybrid form
WEAKNESSES::
- Silver
- Moon cycles
- A well timed punch to the nose
{ BACKGROUND } |
HOMETOWN:: Terre Haute, Indiana
PROFESSION:: Volunteer
PARENTS:: Frances Bruneau and Aaron Taylor
SIBLINGS:: N/A
CHILDREN:: N/A
EXTENDED FAMILY:: Various Metis relatives
MARITAL STATUS:: Single
HISTORY:: Michael Taylor was born to Frances Bruneau and Aaron Taylor, a local high school teacher and pastor respectively. Growing up, he divided most of his time between his small hometown of Terre Haute, Indiana, and his mother’s village in Manitoba, Berens River. From an early age, his parents were kind but firm with him, and they helped to foster in him a desire to do what was right for the world around him.
This rapidly changed when he was only 10, at which point his father switched over to the newly founded Church of Humanity. Michael’s father had a powerful sway in the small town, and soon a majority of its citizens had been immersed in the new religion, including Michael. His father spoke about how Plusses were an abomination of nature, something not created in God’s image, and he began to preach that those with the power to do so must dedicate their lives to riding the world of these monsters.
There was a sense of skepticism at first for Michael when it came to this new religion. This preaching against others was something that seemed to contradict the inclusiveness his father used to tell him about. For a few years afterwards, he harboured these thoughts. It was only when he was 14 that he openly voiced these opinions to his parents, something he regretted almost instantly.
Aaron had never laid a hand on his son before, but that was the day on which it changed. For the next few months, Michael hid in terror from his father’s rage, terrified that every moment around him could mean another beating, another lashing by his father’s fiery tongue. Eventually, Michael simply succumbed to his father’s way of thought and began to find ways in which to please him, hoping that would change things. His father finally forgave him, but the damage to Michael’s thought process was done.
Michael’s sense of right became more and more warped as he grew older. By the time he hit 16, he believed every word his father said, beginning to believe he needed to “rid the world” of Plusses. Terre Haute itself was small enough to be devoid of Plusses, so Michael and a group of his friends would travel to Indianapolis looking for Plusses to rough up. It became a weekly ritual, one that his father encouraged him to go on.
It was a week after his 18th birthday that everything changed. He and three friends had decided to go to Chicago instead of Indianapolis, believing they might find a more obvious crop of Plusses. It was there that they ended up challenging a mPlus who was far more powerful than all four of them combined. The Plus managed to kill all three of Michael’s friends, but it was at that point that Michael’s dormant powers, passed down silently along generations of Metis, came to the surface.
Enraged by the deaths of his friends, Michael shifted to shark form in a matter of seconds and mauled the Plus, eventually killing him. It took a few minutes for Michael to gain control and shift back, but when he finally did he was horrified of what he had become. He took off for a few months, torn between disgust for what he was and anguish at what he had done.
It was after a few months of this inner torment that he decided there had to be a reason for his existence as “an abomination”. He began to reflect on his father’s teachings and eventually came back to this idea of righting the world. Michael came to the conclusion that he had been chosen to continue this mission in a new way, and he vowed to use his new-found power to continue to rid the world of Plusses, abomination or not.
Michael travelled home one last time, telling his parents that he would be moving to Chicago to follow a call to serve the church. He moved there just before the wards started years ago, and has continued this mission of his ever since, taking on the name of Azrael (the angel of death).
{ OUT OF CHARACTER } |
OOC NAME:: Alex
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:: 6 years, am a little rusty though
ANY NOTES:: I'M BACK MOFOS
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE::
RUN
Michael’s mind raced back to what had just happened. The four of them had thought Chicago would be a fun, new adventure. They had thought there’d be easy pickings for Plusses there, far easier to spot out then the relatively smaller Indianapolis. On that, they had been right, but they’d never anticipated running into such a strong one that night.
That thing… it had crushed Rick's head. It had made quick work of Paul and Trav too before it had turned on him. But the venom hadn’t burnt him; it was almost as if the shock in seeing his friends die had awakened something deep inside of Michael. He barely processed what was happening as he grew larger and larger, ripping out of his shirt as a fin erupted from his back and a tail from the base of his spine.
Michael had lunged at the Plus, tearing at its flesh with his newly grown, sharpened teeth. The whole ordeal was over in under a minute, and by the time he had come to realize what had happened, the mutant was dead. For a moment, it felt so surreal that Michael thought it was a dream, but then it hit him.
Now, he was one of them: a shifter…
Michael skittered to a stop, his tail smacking against leg, reminding him what he was. He’d put 3 or 4 miles between himself and what was left of his friends. His emotions overwhelming him, Michael collapsed against the brick wall as his father’s words swirled around in his mind. “This world is infected with their filth. It must be purified, cleansed of the sin that permeates the very earth that was given to us by Him. They are scum! They must be removed at all cost, cast out as the demons that they are!”
Michael felt the overwhelming urge to cry, but realized he didn’t have the ducts to do so. Instead, he curled up in the fetal position and put his oversized hands over his head.
“What have I become?”
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