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BioPlayer's Name: Bequix
AIM/MSN/Y!/email: frenchiegurl03@aol.com/graduate03@msn.com/hopesangel03@yahoo.com
LJ: brightygurl
Character: Micah Kouranami
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Appearance: Micah is half-Japanese, half Caucasian. As such he's 6'2" with pale smooth skin over a rather light build, coming in at about 150. His face is long with high cheekbones featuring his eyes, which are distinctly Japanese shaped but gray in color, topped off with short but slightly scruffy black hair.
Micah's body language is calm. Doesn't really convey much emotion beyond straight spine. His face carries a rather tired expression, the face of someone who's seen and gone through too much, and the eyes have a vaguely wistful expression. Though if you get him to smile they sparkle in a way that makes them quite a sight, or if he's speaking his emotions splash across that face and he doesn't bother to school it.
For clothes, he usually wears a nice, semi-formal ensemble. Crisp ironed dress shirt, a dark blue color the day he was taken, with nice black slacks and black dress shoes. No jewelry, no tattoos or scars.
Personality: In his younger days, Micah was quite boisterous, a natural organizer and excellent judge of character as well an artistic. The latter two he's held onto, but the boisterousness has been cut down first of all, by his father gently trying to curb it by instilling in his son a natural respect and obedience for authority, the importance of industriousness and organization, and of course the religion of Shinto.
However his mother and other events (see history) have changed him a great deal within his 20 years.
He'd be a natural leader still... if he would speak up and take charge, which more often then not he doesn't, though he will fight when he knows his life is, literally, on the line. A subdued and quiet sort who holds a lot in because he feels he has to. It's not so much he wants to be a one of the hive, he's just too afraid and used to being one by now to really be anything else
Deep down though, he's the passionate soul of any artist. He likes pretty things, one of the reasons he keeps a kamidama besides the religious ones, and delights in personal flights of fancy. He's a quick-wit and can pick up on most stuff without much trouble (except math and physics, oh all the Kami does he hate math and physics). He's happiest just sitting on a bench somewhere and sketching the people or the scenery around him.
He's found himself increasingly frustrated as of late, though. He'd hoped that the distance from his mother would allow him to come out of the box he'd been in, to be a bit more like he used to.. but so far no cigar. So he stands at an interesting crossroads. if he gets the right person to lead him he may just step up and fulfill the potential of his youth. But the wrong one, and the little bit of fighter he has may just end up crushed for good.
Abilities/Weaponry: Micah can read people the way a nerd can tell you how he leveled up his dark Mage. He can also figure things out fast, and has a fairly keen sense of creativity. He enjoys figuring news ways of doing things
Additional Arrivals: Markers, a pencil or two, and his sketchbook.
Weaknesses: Micah's greatest weakness is of course, his missing backbone. He allows himself to be overrode and go along into disaster with barely a word said. The other thing is his lack of knowledge when it comes to fighting and weapons. Add in that he's mortal, therefore.. can be deaded... yeah.
History: Micah has never had an really normal life. He was born to a premiere Doctor in the field Human Modification, and a equally powerful politician, thus has always been in the spotlight and apart from others. That combined with Micah's own natural energy and ability to read people worried his father about the boy's future. Ichiro would take him once a week to a bridge to impress upon the boy the things to help curb his boisterous a bit and ensure that that Micah's gifts would never turn in to maliciousness.
Coupled with that, Ichiro also sent Micah for a month every summer on his own to stay with his Japanese relatives in Kyoto, where his aunts and grandmother, Suzu. Micah loved his grandmother. She taught him how to cook, how menial chores were of equal value as the work of his father, how to draw and make ceramics, but for Asian New Year, the whole Kouranami clan would fly in and stay at the temple for two weeks. That for Micah was the best time in his life...
And then, when he was 12, the world seemed to end.
It started with his grandmother's death, just a few days after celebrating his twelfth birthday, a devastating blow to the whole family. A few months later, a mass lab-break out along with videos and documents leaked to the press showing gross human rights violations and child abuse it was mayhem. Human Modification became banned, labs were forced to shut down or suspend activities, companies and businesses that depended on them began folding.
For Micah's family, the weight of the scandal hit with the force of a Tsunami. Ichiro lost his job, making Gina the breadwinner, hitting Ichiro's pride like nothing else. Then were the letters from various individuals and families of the mods who had gone into labs, but either been declared dead or never been heard from again. They were vile. Micah and Gina took to just tossing them in the garbage. The economy continued to slide faster then anybody could've expected... scenes eerily reminiscent of the 1930's Great Depression began popping up. And still the letters came, and his father slid deeper and deeper despite his loved one's best attempts. Till finally one day, Micah had come home excited, eager to tell his father that his soccer team was going to the state. The twelve-year-old found him in his office, gun next to the chair... blood... so much blood EVERYWHERE. And he has a vague memory of screaming...
Everything seemed to go to pieces after that. Micah was so angry at his father, and he and his mother began fighting. She blamed the mods, Micah blamed his father for his own cowardice. It culminated in the fight where Gina slapped her son hard and yelled at him that maybe if he had been a better son, his father may have overcome his shame and grief. Micah had run to his room and slammed the door. But after that, he quite fighting. What was the point? His mother still chipped away at the Mods' rights, blaming them. His father had killed himself even when Micah had done his best. It just hurt so much less when you didn't fight.
So, for a couple of years, Micah became her perfect little carbon-copy son. He went to all the "right" places and schools, acted the "right way" and took out all the "right" girls... but his life felt likes a dream, like at any moment he'd wake up and things would be the way they were before... and then at 16, Micah fell in love for the first time.
With a man.
His best friend if he cared to tell.
It was an exhilarating, heart-popping, blood racing experience, making him feel more alive and happy for the first time in years.
For all of two seconds.
Because he knew his mother. And what she'd do. His father wasn't gay, therefore MICAH couldn't be gay. Thus, she'd make this into something ugly, filthy. Then see to it that Micah and Chris never saw each other again. EVER. But Micah loved this feeling, loved the inspirations that came out of it. What could he do?
He took a walk, to the same bridge his father and him used to go to. Water purification had always been built into him through Shinto, and he certainly needed that. Micah didn't go there with the intention of getting on the rail... or letting himself go headfirst into the water... but he did, to his everlasting shame. Thankfully for him, a navy seal spotted him, and dove in after the boy. Waking up soaking wet, disorientated and ashamed was all the reality check the boy needed.
Micah knew he couldn't go back to being her perfect son, it would kill him. No, he needed out which considering his mother's fame, meant actual physical distance. But how? She was famous enough that no matter what, she'd have eyes on him. And Ivy League schools, she could be there in two hours, max. So, he did a little research, and deliberately flunked two classes just to guarantee Ivy League was out of the question. He dug his feet in for the long two-year battle it proved, every time he felt like cracking, reminding himself what the alternatives were. Art and Shinto soothed him, made him feel better about the concessions he had to make in order to garner her support, until, his senior year... she caved and he now attends a small University in the Pacific Northwest, a premed Major with a minor in Psychology.
He'd actually been visiting his mother, wondering about his life's path, and gone for a walk to that same bridge and didn't notice the mods behind him...
The city is quiet.
Roads are dusted in red
AIM/MSN/Y!/email: frenchiegurl03@aol.com/graduate03@msn.com/hopesangel03@yahoo.com
LJ: brightygurl
Character: Micah Kouranami
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Appearance: Micah is half-Japanese, half Caucasian. As such he's 6'2" with pale smooth skin over a rather light build, coming in at about 150. His face is long with high cheekbones featuring his eyes, which are distinctly Japanese shaped but gray in color, topped off with short but slightly scruffy black hair.
Micah's body language is calm. Doesn't really convey much emotion beyond straight spine. His face carries a rather tired expression, the face of someone who's seen and gone through too much, and the eyes have a vaguely wistful expression. Though if you get him to smile they sparkle in a way that makes them quite a sight, or if he's speaking his emotions splash across that face and he doesn't bother to school it.
For clothes, he usually wears a nice, semi-formal ensemble. Crisp ironed dress shirt, a dark blue color the day he was taken, with nice black slacks and black dress shoes. No jewelry, no tattoos or scars.
Personality: In his younger days, Micah was quite boisterous, a natural organizer and excellent judge of character as well an artistic. The latter two he's held onto, but the boisterousness has been cut down first of all, by his father gently trying to curb it by instilling in his son a natural respect and obedience for authority, the importance of industriousness and organization, and of course the religion of Shinto.
However his mother and other events (see history) have changed him a great deal within his 20 years.
He'd be a natural leader still... if he would speak up and take charge, which more often then not he doesn't, though he will fight when he knows his life is, literally, on the line. A subdued and quiet sort who holds a lot in because he feels he has to. It's not so much he wants to be a one of the hive, he's just too afraid and used to being one by now to really be anything else
Deep down though, he's the passionate soul of any artist. He likes pretty things, one of the reasons he keeps a kamidama besides the religious ones, and delights in personal flights of fancy. He's a quick-wit and can pick up on most stuff without much trouble (except math and physics, oh all the Kami does he hate math and physics). He's happiest just sitting on a bench somewhere and sketching the people or the scenery around him.
He's found himself increasingly frustrated as of late, though. He'd hoped that the distance from his mother would allow him to come out of the box he'd been in, to be a bit more like he used to.. but so far no cigar. So he stands at an interesting crossroads. if he gets the right person to lead him he may just step up and fulfill the potential of his youth. But the wrong one, and the little bit of fighter he has may just end up crushed for good.
Abilities/Weaponry: Micah can read people the way a nerd can tell you how he leveled up his dark Mage. He can also figure things out fast, and has a fairly keen sense of creativity. He enjoys figuring news ways of doing things
Additional Arrivals: Markers, a pencil or two, and his sketchbook.
Weaknesses: Micah's greatest weakness is of course, his missing backbone. He allows himself to be overrode and go along into disaster with barely a word said. The other thing is his lack of knowledge when it comes to fighting and weapons. Add in that he's mortal, therefore.. can be deaded... yeah.
History: Micah has never had an really normal life. He was born to a premiere Doctor in the field Human Modification, and a equally powerful politician, thus has always been in the spotlight and apart from others. That combined with Micah's own natural energy and ability to read people worried his father about the boy's future. Ichiro would take him once a week to a bridge to impress upon the boy the things to help curb his boisterous a bit and ensure that that Micah's gifts would never turn in to maliciousness.
Coupled with that, Ichiro also sent Micah for a month every summer on his own to stay with his Japanese relatives in Kyoto, where his aunts and grandmother, Suzu. Micah loved his grandmother. She taught him how to cook, how menial chores were of equal value as the work of his father, how to draw and make ceramics, but for Asian New Year, the whole Kouranami clan would fly in and stay at the temple for two weeks. That for Micah was the best time in his life...
And then, when he was 12, the world seemed to end.
It started with his grandmother's death, just a few days after celebrating his twelfth birthday, a devastating blow to the whole family. A few months later, a mass lab-break out along with videos and documents leaked to the press showing gross human rights violations and child abuse it was mayhem. Human Modification became banned, labs were forced to shut down or suspend activities, companies and businesses that depended on them began folding.
For Micah's family, the weight of the scandal hit with the force of a Tsunami. Ichiro lost his job, making Gina the breadwinner, hitting Ichiro's pride like nothing else. Then were the letters from various individuals and families of the mods who had gone into labs, but either been declared dead or never been heard from again. They were vile. Micah and Gina took to just tossing them in the garbage. The economy continued to slide faster then anybody could've expected... scenes eerily reminiscent of the 1930's Great Depression began popping up. And still the letters came, and his father slid deeper and deeper despite his loved one's best attempts. Till finally one day, Micah had come home excited, eager to tell his father that his soccer team was going to the state. The twelve-year-old found him in his office, gun next to the chair... blood... so much blood EVERYWHERE. And he has a vague memory of screaming...
Everything seemed to go to pieces after that. Micah was so angry at his father, and he and his mother began fighting. She blamed the mods, Micah blamed his father for his own cowardice. It culminated in the fight where Gina slapped her son hard and yelled at him that maybe if he had been a better son, his father may have overcome his shame and grief. Micah had run to his room and slammed the door. But after that, he quite fighting. What was the point? His mother still chipped away at the Mods' rights, blaming them. His father had killed himself even when Micah had done his best. It just hurt so much less when you didn't fight.
So, for a couple of years, Micah became her perfect little carbon-copy son. He went to all the "right" places and schools, acted the "right way" and took out all the "right" girls... but his life felt likes a dream, like at any moment he'd wake up and things would be the way they were before... and then at 16, Micah fell in love for the first time.
With a man.
His best friend if he cared to tell.
It was an exhilarating, heart-popping, blood racing experience, making him feel more alive and happy for the first time in years.
For all of two seconds.
Because he knew his mother. And what she'd do. His father wasn't gay, therefore MICAH couldn't be gay. Thus, she'd make this into something ugly, filthy. Then see to it that Micah and Chris never saw each other again. EVER. But Micah loved this feeling, loved the inspirations that came out of it. What could he do?
He took a walk, to the same bridge his father and him used to go to. Water purification had always been built into him through Shinto, and he certainly needed that. Micah didn't go there with the intention of getting on the rail... or letting himself go headfirst into the water... but he did, to his everlasting shame. Thankfully for him, a navy seal spotted him, and dove in after the boy. Waking up soaking wet, disorientated and ashamed was all the reality check the boy needed.
Micah knew he couldn't go back to being her perfect son, it would kill him. No, he needed out which considering his mother's fame, meant actual physical distance. But how? She was famous enough that no matter what, she'd have eyes on him. And Ivy League schools, she could be there in two hours, max. So, he did a little research, and deliberately flunked two classes just to guarantee Ivy League was out of the question. He dug his feet in for the long two-year battle it proved, every time he felt like cracking, reminding himself what the alternatives were. Art and Shinto soothed him, made him feel better about the concessions he had to make in order to garner her support, until, his senior year... she caved and he now attends a small University in the Pacific Northwest, a premed Major with a minor in Psychology.
He'd actually been visiting his mother, wondering about his life's path, and gone for a walk to that same bridge and didn't notice the mods behind him...
The city is quiet.
Roads are dusted in red
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