Post by Aria ! on May 2, 2010 22:13:00 GMT -5
Name: Mitchel Hanasaku
Age: 23 years old, Born on December 12th.
Gender: Male
Orientation: Undisclosed. [Homosexual, but he'd never tell you.]
Guild: ------------
Shapeshift Form: serval
Appearance:
Age: 23 years old, Born on December 12th.
Gender: Male
Orientation: Undisclosed. [Homosexual, but he'd never tell you.]
Guild: ------------
Shapeshift Form: serval
Appearance:
[human original;; click.]Personality:
A tall man with broad shoulders. His hair is unkempt, never brushed and always flying whichever way it wants to; but never blocking his face. Though it's very unusual, his hair is naturally blight blonde to the extent that it almost looks white. Most mistake him for some punk teenager, though he is well over that age. His face has often been complimented and he's even been called angelic at times. [He very much hates it.] He is indeed very handsome, but most of the time it's his eyes that attract the most attention. They're the most beautiful golden color, and seem to reflect some kind of hope within people. Though his eyes are by far the prettiest thing about him, they can also be the scariest. His face is almost always in a bored expression, like life isn't exciting for him. However, once he feels an extreme emotion, such as anger; his eyes will tell you before his actions will.
[serval shift;; click.]
A normal Serval's colors. Golden in color, spotted pelt with elongated paws. A short tail and large ears. Please see reference. |D
"I am closed off from them." Mitchel does not like talking to people. Strangers, mostly. If someone were to hang around him enough, though it would annoy him, he'd eventually talk to them. He's extremely untrusting. There are very few people he trusts enough to let down his 'poker face' around. Very, very few. Even if he's with a close friend, he's likely not to talk to anyone but them; even if they introduce someone to him.History:
"Issat kid yours?" Bet you'd never guess that Mitchel was a kid person. He actually really likes kids. He finds it easier to talk to them other than adults, and he actually thinks they're fun to be around. He's not too good with them because he's tall and intimidating, but he still tries. Besides children he actually has a love of cats, too. If he saw a stray kitten, he'd probably take it home. He's got a lot of cats because of that, and they're all fairly friendly... erm. To him, anyway.
"What now?" Despite the cool act he puts up, he's very easily angered. Sometimes he gets annoyed by little things, and keeps it to himself. Other times, there might be something that just pisses him off so bad he'd kick someone's ass. Adrenaline rage and whatnot. He's rather sensitive to the feelings of things around him, 'auras' or 'intent' as some people call them. He can somewhat tell when someones angry or in pain. It's mostly do to his perfect vision and great hearing though, he thinks.
"Women. Why bother." Thanks to his past,he's got a deep rooted hate of women. It's not so much that he hates them for just existing in the first place, more like he dislikes the decisions they make. It's not a hate of anyone in particular, so he would still help a girl in trouble, if that was the situation. He just doesn't like having to interact with them. Sure, if he's known them for a while they're fine, if they're not incredibly annoying they're fine, but if they're strangers and he's by himself, he'd prefer to just be alone in the first place.
'Well, it started out innocent, as everything does.' He was born to a small family, his father, a blonde American with the typical blue eyes, had cut off all ties with his family since he was young. His mother, a black haired Japanese woman with odd emerald eyes, had no family left in the world. So technically, they were all they had left. However things from Mitchel's father kept popping up. Just small things like a small debt to someone, or a lost gambling game. All these were things from his father's family, not his father actually doing anything wrong. Soon enough though, it got serious. Mitch never knew much about his father's side of the family, but he knew they were involved with some serious gangs.Sample:
'Something once innocent was only innocent for a moment.' The gang issues grew bigger. And bigger. And bigger. Soon, Mitch's family was fighting for their life everyday. He was only about three by then, though. He had been able to shift since birth, and both his parents knew; neither of them cared, Mitchel was their baby and they loved him. His mother did not last very long in the feuding atmosphere, and was killed during one of the fights. His father was restrained, and the gang that attacked too the baby, Mitchel. He was raised by one of the girls in the gang, one of the bosses women. She was a horrid woman. She would beat him, and look at him with eyes full of disgust that he could shift. Of course they knew. He wanted to hurt her, kill her, get away, run. But he didn't. They had his dad, and he wouldn't abandon him.
'Life, Liberty, and rights I don't have.' At the age of sixteen, permanently scarred by things he couldn't take back and beatings that would always burn, Mitchel decided to break out. He beat his way through the fortress of gang members, finally getting to his father. He got him loose from his shackles by some miracle, and they fled. They had to dodge bullets though, and one of them hit his father in the shoulder. They still managed to escape, luck on their side if only for the moment.
Goodbye for now, I won't see you again.' Well, they were broke. They couldn't afford medical care. I don't think I need to explain what happened. Mitchel was alone from then on, only knowing that he managed to let his father die a free man. He was comforted knowing that his mother and father were reunited. But that's where the comfort ended. There was no one for Mitchel, and he was fine with that. No one to help him, no savior. There were no heroes, no one who cared. That was around the time Mitchel stopped trusting other people. He went to school for the four years of Highschool, and then began his life alone. He's got friends from those days, but not many are in touch with him.
He moved the Shelpey a little while ago, and no lives in a rather large apartment, with ten or so kittens.
Bah. Humbug. You know how I roleplay. xPOther:
Done, yo. ;3