Lid'l
Joined: 06 May 2010
Posts: 663
Location: Taking to the sky, like a Wild Butterfly~
Sat Jul 17, 2010 9:35 pm |
 Post subject: Michaelangelo |
 |
|
Name: Michaelangelo
Alias: Mickey or Angel
Age: Unknown
Age Appearance: Twenty-something
Gender: Male
Species/Race: Peace Keeper (though he sees ‘Peace Keeper’ more as an occupation, instead of a race. And a former occupation, at that!)
Appearance: Though it used to be a mousy brown, the first thing Mickey did after quitting being a Peace Keeper was dye his hair a bright, saturated magenta (which he goes through great lengths for to keep pretty). Along with fake lashes and coloured contacts that hide his dull grey eyes to sparkle in all varieties of the human (and non-human) colour spectrum, Mickey most certainly is a sight to behold. Never to be found without his 10 inch, spiked high heels, Mickey is impeccably dressed, though a little (okay a lot) over the top. He loves to accessorize and it’s not odd to find him sporting fake glasses, elaborate jewellery or funny hats to compliment his outfits. Though he prefers to be viewed as a pretty lady, Mickey never wears skirts or dresses, because he thinks they hide the smashing quality of his long and beautifully slender legs (not to mention his tight, compact, cute, little ass).
Personality: Flamboyant and loud, obnoxious and nosy, theatrical and flirty; ever since Mickey decided to not be a Peace Keeper anymore, he went all out expressing these beautiful and rich characteristics to the world. He never thinks before he speaks and doesn’t shy away from speaking his mind, no matter how shameful, dirty or mean his words may be. He loves to meddle in other people’s business and stick his nose in where it doesn’t belong. But Mickey has a very fragile heart to go with all those dramatic theatrics: he falls in love easily and can madden himself with desire and obsession for that person, his star-crossed fate often leaving him broken-hearted until the next object of his infatuation comes along. Mickey is a very passionate being, every fibre of his body on edge with the overflowing gift of love and sex he wants to share with the world. But his complete disregard for human (or non-human) life often scares other creatures away from him. After all, finding a most graceful piece of art done in the blood of a loved one because Mickey had a temper tantrum does not bode well for love or friendship. But despite his obsessive madness and his occasional homicidal tendencies, Mickey really is just a tragically beautiful, fair maiden; a delicate flower waiting to be plucked by Mr. Right.
History: Mickey has always been known to be dysfunctional as a Peace Keeper. His superiors had always thought he’d had too much of a personality and too little interest in anything but himself to properly function as a Peace Keeper recording the happenings of the world. So they decided that keeping him in the Library was in everybody’s best interest to keep Mickey from doing anything rash or unbecoming of a Peace Keeper. Needless to say, Mickey was bored out of his skull archiving files. Somewhere along the way, he started reading the notebooks he had to file and slowly grew obsessed with the wonderful tales of love and drama he read, recorded on the pages by his fellow Peace Keepers. With a heavy heart, Mickey wondered just why he couldn’t have a life like that; a fair maiden falling in love with an handsome and strong man, romancing hot summer nights away until both their senses would be satisfied by consuming their love again and again and again (like the note books told him – what pervert Peace Keeper had written those, he wondered).
When the Great Magic War came about, Mickey made a decision: he was too pretty to be coped up inside a stuffy library all his life and he used the confusion of the moment to slip away from his superiors and just stop being a Peace Keeper. He left his duties and his magic and set out into the world a free (wo)man, choosing a far more romantic occupation for himself as he went on a quest for love and beauty.
Occupation/Job: Artist (a painter, to be more exact).
Interesting Facts/Quirks: All of Mickey’s paintings are made with blood (his own or that of others, he won’t disclose).
Hobby/Hobbies: Painting his nails; shopping for cute clothes; watching hot men; chasing after hot men; having drinks with hot men; having dinner with hot men and having sex with hot men.
Likes: Fast-moving vehicles; sharp, pointy things; puppies; being complimented; hearing himself talk and a little blood-play.
Dislikes: Being hit in the face; people treating him rudely; smelly things; caterpillars and meeting other Peace Keepers (he isn’t sure they would be hunting him or not, for being a deserter).
Strength: Looking pretty and never giving up (he keeps on coming and coming – or is that a weakness?).
Weakness/Flaw: Mickey has never been much of a Peace Keeper and has lost most of his close to non-existent powers after the War. The only Peace Keeper ability remaining, is his flight.
Anything else to add: Either because of his immortality as an (ex)Peace Keeper, or his obnoxious tendency to never back down, Mickey has an amazingly fast healing rate.
Quote: "I’m too pretty for this bureaucratic bullshit!"
Roleplay sample:
The night was dark and clammy, sticking to the skin like liquid honey. It was fragrant and hot, promising and dangerous and definitely the perfect night to meet him. He sashayed into the seedy establishment with long elegant strides, his hair done up in an elaborate style that had glittering pins keeping the strands up. A pair of lemon yellow glasses were sported on the bridge of his nose, a jewelled chain trailing down from each ear. His body was angular, but his moves were smooth as he slid up to a Handsome Specimen and batted his bright pink, fake lashes at him. His voice was low and purring, as he let a long-nailed hand slip over a muscled bicep. “Hey there, sexy.”
He was met with a disgusted growl and a very uncouth shove. “Sod off, faggot.”
Mickey let out an indignant squeep, balling his hands to fists in anger. He pointed a the guy accusingly, a dramatic wave of his arm gathering the attention of all in the room. “That’s no way to treat a lady!”
“You’re a man,” the guy dead-panned and Mickey could feel a pink rage bubble up from deep within him. This is why he hated seedy little bars like these: the men were all sexist pigs who didn’t have the brains or the balls to admit what a hot piece of ass he was. If only he had his Peace Keeper scythe or a strong, handsome man to fight for him! But ever since he had left the Library, Mickey had yet to find a weapon (or a man) suitable to defend his honour. It drove him mad. With a growl of frustration, he threw his hands to the side and flashed his long pink nails at the other, a sly grin creeping up his glossed lips. He knew just the way to get to this man’s heart.
Right through his ribcage.
_________________
Charas, topics and plotlines~
Don't meddle in the affairs of slash writers, for you are cute and go well with other men. |
|
