Description
I'll update his art when I can ah- ( TT)9
「Any horny boys?」
❅ ...Horny boys?
Demons with horns.
Name: Mikhail Aldebourne
Nickname(s): Mika
Age: 25
Height: 5'10"
Gender: Male
Nation: Libetellus
❅ Hey there, demons.
It's me, ya boy.
Personality:
{ + Relaxed | + Resourceful | + Amicable | + Patient | = Frugal | = Persuasive | = Unpredictable | = Wary | - Aimless | - Facetious | - Guilt-ridden | - Passive }
A man who has decided that not everything is serious, and going with the flow seems to be the best option. Mikhail is more relaxed than anything, and doesn't exactly seem like he's taking anything seriously. At least, that's what he presents himself as. He knows very well how to make use of the things around him, and use them to the best of their abilities. Why put more effort in finding something specific when it's possible to make do with what's already there? Mikhail has a happy and friendly air around him, welcoming many people to talk about anything. Well- as long as it specifically is not about him... He's surprisingly patient, and believes in the saying of 'good things come to those who wait'. Sometimes things take time to happen, and that's fine with him.
After losing practically everything, Mikhail has become someone who has come to value what comes into his hands, and does not spend so easily. Even if he has the funds or the ability to, he'd rather play it safe and spend as little as possible. Living a life of doing random jobs for others has made him quite the sweet talker, seeing as some of his jobs required bribery or convincing. It's a little hard to tell what Mikhail will do. Sometimes he'll jump to action when others don't expect him to do so, and vice versa. Because of his life of betrayal, he has become untrusting of others and prefers to keep a fair distance away from them. He doesn't mind socializing- but he'd rather not get close.
After being dropped so harshly into reality, Mikhail has seemingly lost any goals he had. He now lets life take him around and do as he pleases without much of a goal anymore. In the face of danger or any serious situation, he's taken it upon himself to laugh at it. It's never fun when everyone is so serious-- is it? However, no matter what, Mikhail always has some sort of weight on his shoulders-- even if it doesn't seem like it. He hides it rather well at least. Unlike before, he isn't much of a risk-taker as he used to be, and has become more of a follower if anything.
❅ Hey, ghouls!
The boys are here!
History:
Born into a rather rich family, Mikhail lived a life of luxury. He had the comfortable lifestyle that many wanted, and lived securely. He was an only child and spent a good amount of his time with his mother or the tutors that had been hired. As he grew up, his parents slowly became distant from him as they soon did not have enough time to be with their son. His mother had grown sickly and his father had to constantly attend to business, whether it be in their home town or outside. Mikhail slowly turned to the life of trying to find affections for himself, but was unlucky in the end. Many tried to take advantage of him-- feigning love to try and make their way to the riches that he held. Slowly, the young man's trust in others had become almost nonexistent. He would try his best to socialize, but never let himself get too close.
Harley. That was his name. He was someone who was genuine and loved Mikhail for who he was. They had come across each other on a particularly sunny day. They immediately grew fond of each other and enjoyed the company. How wonderful! He hadn't felt pleasant in so long, and the warmth he felt during his time with this new arrival in his life was almost liberating for him. Finally, he had someone who was never aiming for his riches, and rather Mikhail as a partner. The two became tightly knit, and it seemed as if nothing could separate them. Their days were spent having fun and growing closer, and Mikhail's worries seemed to slowly disappear. He had nothing to worry about now-- everything was fine, now that he had Harley.
However, good things do not last forever. After a wonderful night out, Mikhail came home to a terrible sight. His parents laid on the floor, the shine gone from their eyes. He could see nothing but red-- and he knew he had to escape immediately. But he couldn't leave without Harley. He was all he had left! Packing his belongings and valuables, Mikhail took Harley's hand and left town with him to somewhere safer. Somewhere where they could be alone and live peacefully. Mikhail didn't need anyone else. He just needed Harley at his side, now that both of his parents were gone.
A quiet life does not necessarily mean a good life. Peaceful days come to an end at some point in time. Mikhail never saw it coming. One morning he was talking and having breakfast with Harley, and that same night he had a knife pointed at him by the person he trusted the most. Everything soon came out. He'd never live to tell the tale, right? Harley had planned the murder of his parents, and had planned on taking every single penny that belonged to Mikhail. The life of a swindler does not stop in the face of affections and a promising life with a partner. Mikhail's life would not stop there, though. In the end, he was able to escape with what little valuable items and riches he had along with his life. Harley. He would remember that name forever.
It's hard to be welcomed into a group after living a life of mistrust and betrayal. Mikhail spent his days as a free mercenary and did whatever job others had in store for him. He had no goals set, and simply lived life as simply as he could. He did not want to be found again, and wanted to go in whatever direction life told him to go. But the unexpected always will come up. Soon, Mikhail found himself trusting a woman who had been the wife of a leader of mercenaries. To him at first, the woman was but another client that had approached him, looking for someone to finish up a task. He had assumed most people that wanted something to be done by someone else wanted dirty work to be done. Though, despite his original beliefs, the cleric had proven him wrong. She had no malicious intent, and was quite welcoming to the man. . It was odd for Mikhail to suddenly trust another person once more, but... he had a good feeling about this woman, and decided to stick around her and the other three individuals he had to grow accustomed to. However, the woman soon disappeared, with her whereabouts unknown. Mikhail now ventures with the three of his teammates on a hunt for the woman.
Extra:
- Indifferent towards Laguz. They haven't harmed him, so he doesn't harm them. It's as simple as that.
- His hair accessory was from his late family, and he gets rather hostile if someone tries to touch it or take it off.
- Only introduces himself as Mika.
- Used to have much shorter hair, but he grew it out to avoid being recognized.
- Sometimes he does wish he could have his shorter hair back.
- Has a good eye for detail and has conditioned himself to tell the difference between real and counterfeit items.
- Surprisingly, he's very good at drawing. Sometimes he can be found drawing if there's spare paper, and he's actually pretty good at whipping up a quick sketch of someone if needed.
- For some reason he's also very good at drawing stars? He jokingly says he has the 'healing touch'.
❅ Come and harm me!
(I would later regret that command.)
Class: Thief
Level: 1
Weapon Rank: C
Weapons: Iron dagger
Movement Range: 5
Stats:
HP: 15
STR: 6
MAG: 0
SKL: 4
SPD: 5
LCK: 3
DEF: 4
RES: 3
Skills:
00/30
- Steal | Cost: 00 | Class Skill | User can steal unequipped items from enemy's inventory and can unlock doors and chests without keys.
- Nihil | Cost: 00 | First Skill | Negate's enemy's battle skills.
RP Preferences:
Timezone: Pacific Standard Time
RP Style: Lit, headcanon
Platform: Notes, Discord
Extra:
- Call me Yule (you can call me Kat if we're close/familiar)!
- HC is as of late the quickest method for me, and easier too.
- If you don't mind waiting for replies we can RP too!
- If you wanna HC/RP just HMU on discord!
- I’m a minor, so NSFW RPs are out of the question.