Human-Mikhail Rost-ML:W Feb 25, 2010 1:01:25 GMT -5
Post by Mikhail Rost on Feb 25, 2010 1:01:25 GMT -5
Name: Mikhail Rost (Shinigami Decendant Human) [Subject to Approval]
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Beginner
Skill Level: Speed and Agility: Intermediate
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Intermediate
Mikhail's cool exterior hides a warm personality. He's Outgoing, friendly and open to most and its rare that he wont at least try to strike up a conversation with even complete strangers. He's quick witted and sometimes playful but shares some of the traits of his ancestor and is very loyal and protective for those he cares for. He's only been in a few fights most of which seemed to concern looking out for someone else but he just can't stand bullies which often gets him into trouble. No good deed goes unpunished, some say, or at least it would seem that way sometimes.Appearance:
Mikhail loves his music played on an very old but seemingly immaculate silver and black Violin. He's very good, a prodigy one might say and sometimes plays it in the park for people. Not for money really though the tips he makes are welcome. More to see the wonder in peoples faces, contentedly awed by a sense of the miraculous in every day life. He's seen it before, when the first snows fall in Winter, and the expressions of old and young alike. Its his favorite time of year really. He'll bundle up a bit, but hes actually kinda comfortable in the cold.
Mikhail has short, seemingly wind tossed, dark brown hair, that almost never looks groomed the way he would want it. He has piercing hazel eyes, and a light tan over an athletic physique. Clearly working out or at least going for a run a few times a week. Standing at about six foot two and a little over two hundred pounds, Mikhail strikes a roguishly, ruggedly handsome visage.Origin of Power:
He dresses in blue or black jeans or slacks and loose shirts, T's and the like with a light jacket usually open in front. Sometimes seen with a designed blue/black scarf draped lightly about his shoulders and neck. Around his neck he wears a necklace of snowflake obsidian beads associated with balance, protection, and breaking bad luck, and quartz associated with mysticism and spirituality.Other then the interpreted meanings the items are mundane as far as Mikhail knows. He often carries his violin with him as well.
Mikhail can't stand to see others pushed around, and on the way home from school one day, saw a younger student being bullied by three older ones. Now Mikhail had stepped in on others behalf before, took a little bit of a beating and gave some back, but this time something happened. He remembered the rush of adrenaline, the fight or flight instinct kicking in as he stepped in between them and the downed boy. Tensing his muscles for an incoming blow he exhaled and could see his breath as if breathing out into the cold night in Winter. It never came, as part of the building behind them burst into debris and crumbled. The three bullies nervously looked around and then bolted, but Mikhail noticed a piece of stone about to fall on the downed boy. He stood over him with arms up to keep it from falling on the kid. Surprisingly, it was lighter then it looked as it fell onto him and he grunted a warning to the kid to get moving, which he quickly did with almost nary a thanks. Mikhail ducked out from under the stone with only a few bruises and aches for the effort, but the stone hung in the air for a moment before falling with a sharp cracking sound. He glanced back and noticed that the stone had seemingly grown a jagged arch of ice that linked it to the building briefly. He didn't have time to wonder as another part of the building exploded and he could make out a monstrous shape near it. Something was there, wasn't it? The figure turned to 'look' his way and two points glowed hungrily but it was distracted by another movement. Mikhail was definitely not prepared for this and backed up against another nearby building as he watched a smaller humanoid figure leap and attack the thing which shortly after seemed to dissipate and vanish altogether. The humanoid thing looked over briefly then seemed to dismiss Mikhail as it vanished.Special Abilities:
That was two years ago, since that time, Mikhail has seen more and more odd things. Getting used to the fact that whenever a spirit of one form or another is nearby his breath appears as if he breathed out on a cold night, and they've become easier to see. Whatever helped him catch that rock has never again happened, but he sometimes does get a feeling that someone or something is watching over him. In fact over the last few months, reflective surfaces in his presence have frosted over clouding his image. Which makes it hard to comb his hair that seems constantly windblown. Just what the hell is going on?
*Mikhail's Music: Mikhail is very good at playing the violin, ever since his grandma gave him his grandfathers violin when he was thirteen, hes practiced determined to learn all he can about playing the mysterious intsrument. The music just seems to come naturally to him. He often plays in the park for crowds of passerby and a few fans even come just to see if he's there.Powers First Stage:
Mikhails SIlver and Black Violin- Over a hundred years old but still near immaculate in appearance. A treasured item to him he takes very good care of it.
*Tough as Nails: Years of working out and sticking up for the little guy has given him a little more endurance then many. Just stubborn enough to not know when to quit especially when it involves protecting those he cares for.
*Hand to Hand and Improvised Fighting: Mikhail doesn't really have much in the way of real training, but watch enough high school sports; ken do, boxing, and wrestling matches and take a few punches and you start learning things. Its mostly instinct but if he could find a good teacher...
*Linguist: Mikhail speaks Russian and Japanese.
None that he has control over currently aside from being able to see and interact with spirits and the tell tale breath that accompanies their presence. In extreme situations it gets a little colder around him but until further update anything that happens around him is purely cosmetic.Powers Second Stage:
None for nowSkill Level: Special Items: Beginner
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Beginner
Skill Level: Speed and Agility: Intermediate
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Intermediate
Afein Rost, knight of the Russian Courts travels to Japan in the interests of Diplomacy. To pass the time during the long trip by wagon then by ship, his escorts spirits are lifted by the beautiful sounds of his black and silver violin as he plays. On the night he disembarked from the ship he meant to find a place to relax and perhaps have a drink leaving his escort to unpack. Getting a bit lost he caught a glimpse of a warrior woman named Jeanova, and followed her to a windmill on the outskirts of town and watched as she did battle with some evil entity he could barely see. The night was cold and the battle was furious and by its end the windmill was ablaze outlining their forms in the night. When she was struck by the creature, Afein drew his sword and charged in without regard for his own life. He was able to drive it off eventually and carried her to safety.RP Sample:
He became enamored with the woman to the point he absentmindedly missed one meeting with his contact just to be with her. Several months passed with the two meeting near nightly, Afein would play his violin for her and she would smile. But both had their duties afterall, and the relationship was not to last. When the entity returned for revenge, there was a chilling, biting blizzard, and snow had blanketed the land. The battle took place on a bridge overlooking a frozen river. Afein and Jeanova facing off against the thing which by now was much clearer to see for him. A large gruesome masked entity with a hole where its heart should be. The two struck again and again but it was very powerful and during the fight Afein was knocked over the edge of the bridge by a powerful blow and fell through the ice and was lost. Jeanova screamed for him and slashed the Hollow again, it cried out in agony and retreated briefly. She had won but at the cost of his life, or so it seemed. He returned as a chained, frosty white haired, blue skinned spirit with power over the cold that condemned him. Jeanova could not contain her tears and when the hollow appeared to attack again at her weakest moment. Afein snapped to attention and the chains snaked out and wrapped around the Hollows arms freezing them in place. His eyes glowed an icy blue and Jeanova was able to deal a final blow to the creature. The chains retreated and Afein stepped close to reach up and touch her cheek seeing the tears become like tiny crystals. Jeanova was revealed as a Shinigami, she had to perform her duties, however she could not bear to be without him... She bound his spirit with those chains explaining what his fate would be should he remain and solemnly he vowed he would return to rid the world of the evils that had taken him from her.
It wasn't until later that Jeanova discovered that she was pregnant, she would have to hide the child, if she wanted to keep it. She enlisted the help of a friend, another Shinigami who held the 13th seat in her squad, Jeanova herself holding the 12th. She asked that her friend cover for her and relay any messages or missions and assist if they could with the promise of being a godparent. Holding the seats they did hopefully not much would be required of them. There were a few close calls especially after a difficult mission but they managed to keep the child alive and secret.
Jeanova's child, a boy, grew up in the care of the foster family and moved around a few times to throw off any investigation until finally settling in Karakura town. Jeanova kept an eye on him when she could but much time was spent making up for missed appearances and maintaining the deception. He grew up and married and of that union came Mikhail.
Almost 130 years after Afein and Jeanova met Mikhail was born in Karakura Hospital. 'Grandma' Jeanova, visits occasionally, but always seems to have something else on her mind and can't stay for long. She always seems very interested to know how Mikhail is doing.
Mikhail is amazed that shes still around and when asked she attributes it to good exercise and a good diet along with telling him to mind his own business. He of course loves when she visits she always has the best stories and has taught him some languages including Russian which she says was the language of his grandfather. She speaks of him as a brave and honorable man and Mikhail aspires to be like him.
Around seven years old, Mikhail's sister is born, named Anya. Mikhail's parents busy with work and the new baby, don't seem to have much time to spend with him anymore. Its hard not to feel neglected but when he looks at it another way now he has someone special to look after and take care of. He starts to look forward to his time with Grandma more and more. He does well enough in school and is good at making friends, aside from getting into trouble keeping bullies from picking on the smaller kids. Its what Grandpa would have done, to protect those who can't protect themselves. His parents don't like him getting involved with those fights but when he tells Grandma about it she usually smiles.
When Mikhail turned thirteen Grandma said it was a special time in his life and gave him his necklace of snowflake obsidian and quartz and his Grandfather's silver and black violin. Both were beautiful gifts and he was determined to learn to play the instrument. He has no knowledge if either are anything other then mundane. His sister starts going to school and he walks with her everyday before heading to his own classes
Around fifteen years of age between practicing on his own and learning in school, hes picked up playing his violin very well, it almost comes naturally. Grandma listens to him play sometimes, she smiles and hides her tears well. Mikhail's grades are near the top of his class and he never quits being the hero of the playground. Anya pretty much never gets picked on because of her big brother and tells him all about the boys she scares with the over-exaggerated ominous image of her big brother stomping everyone like Godzilla does Tokyo.
A few months after turning seventeen was when Mikhail had the experience that set him wondering just what was going on in his life. He also can't shake the feeling that the human like figure he saw defeat the creature seemed somehow familiar. Since that time the spirits hes seen have become easier to see and more substantial. Curiously hes browsed some books on ghosts and most just turn out to be nonsense, none where someone actually can interact with the spirits the way he can. He hasn't really brought it up to his family yet thinking they would just think him mental or something. He also can't shake the feeling that someone or something is watching over him. Then there's the mysterious way mirrors frost over around him. Its really annoying to try and comb your hair when you can't see what you're doing. More things he'll just have to get used to or figure out how to control.
Mikhail was dreaming again, the place he was in seemed immense, it was cold and the walls glistened in a distorted dim bluish light. It was a great hall with some pristine and some chipped and crumbling columns seemingly crafted from ice. His vision turned at a far off voice somewhere down the hall, stairs led him deeper and soon he heard the sound of chains rattling and the voice calling his name.
Across the room was dark and his vision was drawn closer to the darkness until a Blue skinned figure leaned forward quickly accompanied by the sound of taunt pulled chains. Wild and wind swept white hair draping over part of his face. Hiding one chilling icy blue glowing eye.
The shock of the figure in the darkness had him bolt upright in bed but just as quickly as he woke the images all seemed to flee from his memory save for that face in the dark. He reached up and touched the necklace Grandma Jeanova had given him that he wore to bed then looked over at the clock and realized his alarm would be going off in just a few minutes anyway, don't you hate it when that happens? No point in going back to sleep he shut it off and got up to dress for school. Picking out a pair of black jeans and a light blue T-shirt, throwing on his jacket over the shirt and his scarf. Lastly he picked up the case containing his violin and his backpack. He ran his fingers through his hair making an attempt to brush it back before giving a sigh and heading downstairs to find his little sister Anya with a bowl of milk going through the newest box of cereal looking for the toy.
"Mom and Dad are gonna be upset if you dump out all the cereal." Mikhail said shaking his head
To which Anya simply replied with a "Na uh,..." Popping a few pieces of the sugary cereal into her mouth "...I'mma put it back."
"We gotta get to school, hurry up." He said and grabbed a cup to help scoop the cereal back into the box.
"Okay lets go." Anya exclaimed after she grabbed the toy.
"Cereal..." He said waiting for her to help clean it up.
"Oh yeah." Stuffing a bunch of it in her cheeks in her efforts to clean up. "Ets grr." She repeated, but with her mouth full.
Sighing again as he watched her pick up her backpack and head out the door. He set the box back on the shelf and headed out into the morning.