Appearance

Physical Description

very thin and tall

Body Features

Scars all over with slicing scars all up his hands and arms

Facial Features

Hair: silver, long, straight
Eyes: Amber with no pupil
Face: ghostly pale but fair like porcelain. Dark circles under his eyes but they just seem to make him more attractive. Slim face and sharp jaw. He has a tattoo of an eye with a drop coming from it in front of his left ear

Identifying Characteristics

Tattoo on the left side of his face

Physical quirks

He tends to be twitchy and tocks when he is sitting like he must always be moving.

Special abilities

He has the appearance of someone in their 20s due to his pact with a vampire

Mentality

Personal history

Mikael was born 11/11/990 to a human mother in Elderhaven, Terra but from the moment he was born they knew he was different. He did not cry or scream. Complete silence. He looked nothing like his mother, with silver hair even as a baby and bright amber eyes with no pupil. His father had left before he was born, so he never knew him, but it is assumed that he was somehow touched by a celestial. Mikael was an Aasimar.
The prophecies started at the young age of 5. He would hear whispers and have vivid visions of things that could come to pass. The visions were rare but the whispers… they were constant. The god which he descended from was Torm, god of courage and self sacrifice. The whispers of Torm completely took over Mikael’s mind. Constant whispers of prophecies and how he should help prevent tragedies. Whispers of war to come and change in the land. And worse of all the whisper that Mikael would need to sacrifice himself for the good of the world. It was his destiny as one born with Torm’s blood. The whispers only got worse and worse as Mikael aged. He tried to live a normal life with his mother but he would struggle to sleep most nights. He would often just sit in a corner staring into nothing and holding his ears as if that would stop the whispering. By the time he was 10 years old he was barely retaining his humanity. He had isolated himself completely. He slept only a handful of hours and ate sparingly, completely disconnected from reality. His mother was always kind to him. She did anything she could to try to help and protect him. Even when things in Terra got tense with all the banashing of the cults. His mother kept his existence a complete secret from the outside world.
 
Shortly after his tenth birthday, Torm whispered to Mikael that he should go outside. That he needed to leave the house and start his journey of heroism. And so, the young boy opened the door for the first time and took a step out. His mother was too late to stop him and he was seen by the residents of the town. Sleep deprived, starved, and mad as he looked, his appearance sparked fear. It was not long until the guards arrived at the Forgall household to take Mikael away to be exiled. His mother would not allow it. She was a strong warrior herself and fought off the guards for a time. Sadly one woman was not enough to defend against many armed guards. She was struck down right in front of Mikael. Seeing this, the ten year old stood stunned. He looked to the guard then looked to his bleeding mother on the ground. This woman, who had loved and cared for him his entire life despite his strangeness, was dead. The young boy, for the first time, cried. But those cries turned to laughter. Cold, maniacal laughter. It was at that moment that the boy broke. His eyes glowed brightly and white tendril wings sprouted from his back. He continued to laugh as he used his tendril wings to impale every guard, slaughtering each one of them. Standing in a pool of blood and still giggling his wings suddenly seemed to melt and his eyes were blotted out with darkness. All that was left were skeletal wings and black eyes before Mikael finally passed out.
 
The ten year old Mikael awoke wrapped in chains and sitting on a boat to Lonely Island. The Terrans locked him away in the year of 1000. The young boy grew up locked away, a fallen Aasimar but still he could not escape the whispers. Were they prophecies from Torm? Were they the voices of madness? The boy could no longer tell the difference. It wasn’t until the year of 1018, The Third Origin War, that he was released. Mikael was passive and kept to himself mostly. Always whispering and muttering. The outcasts of Nocturn took pity on the now 28-year-old man and so they saved him and took him back to Pentaport.
 
Mikael did not stay in the city for long, the whispers over the last years along with his mother’s death, caused him to feel an immense fear of dying. Being of Torm’s blood, he still believed that he was destined to be a martyr. He became obsessed with attaining immortality.

Education

Everything he knows he has taught himself from reading a large number of books that he has found in him travels

Employment

He is a follower of Armand and does his bidding whenever needed

Mental Trauma

A LOT

Morality & Philosophy

He has no morals

person.sexuality

eh

person.gender_identity

eh

Personality

Social

Birthplace

Elderhaven, Terra

Current Residence

none