Post by Mikïa on Apr 29, 2013 15:55:27 GMT -5
Name: Mikïa (Mi-Kai-ah)
Nick Name: None
Age: Apears to be 23 though her real age is unknown, but Mikïa recalls a time when there were only a couple hundred intelligent creatures roaming the planet.
Race/Class/Status: Myth/Sorceress (She is a myth, something that people only think exist in stories. Half vampire and half lycan)
Physical Appearance: About 5 feet 8 inches tall, lean, 160 pounds, blue skin, silver hair, black eyes and claws off the ends of her fingers. She grows fangs and her eyes quickly turn cloudy like a bad storm when she gets ready to “play”. She usually wears dark clothes with a silver cloak of sorts overtop.
Temperament: Considers life to be a game.... sometimes it gets played like chess with strategy and other times like a full contact sport. However the game gets played, she aims on having fun and seeks it out rather wait for it.
Likes: Playing/having fun, working out, watching and learning from every move, root-beer.
Dislikes: When creatures/people reek of desperation or when things are unfair.
Physical bonus: Every advantage that Lycans and Vampires have but multiplied in strength. [sight, hearing, smell, strength, speed, stamina, agility, long life(cannot die of old age), regeneration, claws, fangs....]
Powers: Control over every element, healing powers, force of will (Tricks of the mind, illusion, move things and objects, as well as people, plants animals), shadow walking. Can use/alter the things around her as she pleases, defying the laws of physics. No one can get into her mind unless she allows it and even then they cannot control her unless they are more powerful than she is (Diala is the only one that is stronger. Even then she would have to battle her to get through.)
Weapons: A nice, strong rod that looks like a really long walking stick with a sharp blade on each end which she keeps clutched in her hand, three throwing knives at the small of her back and a unique, well-crafted katana that keeps itself at her side under her cloak. All of these items are made of the strongest metal alloy in existence and she is extremely competent at handling all of them.
Weakness: She has intolerances to silver and holy artifacts. She feels uncomfortable and distracted around holy places. Her attachments to certain ones can be a distraction for her as well. None of these things will kill her but would divide her attention.
History: Born and raised in a little village called Hebron near the beginning of existence. She had a simple life as not much was known back then apart from the very basics and therefore learned to take pleasure in just about everything. As the only girl out of seventeen children she also learned how to keep her own by use of melee and that too became a pleasure, a sort of game for her and her brothers.
When she was in her early twenties she went to visit the only other village that existed at the time as she was supposed to go find herself a suitable husband. The young men in the town took to this visiting red head and she was approached by a pale one in that first night. He eventually bit her in the neck as she tried in vain to fight him off. When she awoke, it was brought to her attention that the pale figure was a vampire known as the first one and that she too now shared the fate of his descendants. She was warned to stay away from the sun's light, holy artifacts and a creature called a Lycan as these things could harm or even kill her in permanence.
She was told to kill her kin but she could not. Her brothers accepted her as she had become but she could not stay for their safety. The fact that she did not take the lives of her relatives and that she still took pleasure from life, made her an outcast among the vampires so she took off on her own taking a life now and then for sustenance while she started to learn a new arts known as the "Force of Will" and "Magic". Those lives she took would remain a part of her forever as parts of their memories came to the forefront now and again while she learned to control them and differentiate them from her thoughts.
She was on her own for about a dozen years or so when she encountered a Lycan face to face and had nowhere to run so decided to take it full on and with much delight she defeated it. That was the day she decided to hunt Lycans as it was more challenging than taking on humans and therefore provided her with more pleasure.
After about 250 years of life in the dark, she met a worthy opponent, a Lycan that bested her. It managed to bite her on her right leg but was then spooked and ran off so it did not manage to finish her off. She dragged herself off to the side and tried with whatever will power she had left after that last battle to try and heal herself but she could tell it was having no effect. She was in a lot of pain but did not want to give up even though no Vampire had ever survived a bite. She could feel herself drifting away into slumber.
She did not know how long she was out or how she remained alive, but she awoke in broad daylight feeling stronger and faster than ever. She also took note that she was no longer a pale figure but rather had a blue tone to her skin and her red hair was now a silvery color. She also gained some claws like the Lycans possessed. She no longer shared the fate of the Vampires but did not share the fate of Lycans either, though she did have a couple intolerances related to the two species.
It was the start of a new life with great power where she took more pleasure in simply defeating her opponents and bruising their egos rather than killing them off. No longer needing blood to live, she did not have that need to kill anyways.
Not quite caring what side should win during the great Karidian war about two thousand years ago, as she is neither good nor evil, she wandered around going about her own business and watching all the going-ons from a distance, learning from every action/situation that she came across.
A bit over a hundred years ago, she lost her brother Kaen, demon king, as he died his last and final time. She’s had time to mourn him and has nothing left but fond memories. This said, she knows very well about demons and how to “handle” them should she need to.
In the latest war on Karador, Mikïa found herself a few new friends. Seeing as some people were trying to take control of one of those friends, she felt the need to step in and protect Diala, therefore unwittingly helping a side in that war. Though it’s not because of her that Karador won, her wrath played no small part.
Other: As she is a myth/one of a kind, no one will know what she is and therefore will have no idea what she is capable of. So do not go making your characters know things about her or what she is.
Accepted
Nick Name: None
Age: Apears to be 23 though her real age is unknown, but Mikïa recalls a time when there were only a couple hundred intelligent creatures roaming the planet.
Race/Class/Status: Myth/Sorceress (She is a myth, something that people only think exist in stories. Half vampire and half lycan)
Physical Appearance: About 5 feet 8 inches tall, lean, 160 pounds, blue skin, silver hair, black eyes and claws off the ends of her fingers. She grows fangs and her eyes quickly turn cloudy like a bad storm when she gets ready to “play”. She usually wears dark clothes with a silver cloak of sorts overtop.
Temperament: Considers life to be a game.... sometimes it gets played like chess with strategy and other times like a full contact sport. However the game gets played, she aims on having fun and seeks it out rather wait for it.
Likes: Playing/having fun, working out, watching and learning from every move, root-beer.
Dislikes: When creatures/people reek of desperation or when things are unfair.
Physical bonus: Every advantage that Lycans and Vampires have but multiplied in strength. [sight, hearing, smell, strength, speed, stamina, agility, long life(cannot die of old age), regeneration, claws, fangs....]
Powers: Control over every element, healing powers, force of will (Tricks of the mind, illusion, move things and objects, as well as people, plants animals), shadow walking. Can use/alter the things around her as she pleases, defying the laws of physics. No one can get into her mind unless she allows it and even then they cannot control her unless they are more powerful than she is (Diala is the only one that is stronger. Even then she would have to battle her to get through.)
Weapons: A nice, strong rod that looks like a really long walking stick with a sharp blade on each end which she keeps clutched in her hand, three throwing knives at the small of her back and a unique, well-crafted katana that keeps itself at her side under her cloak. All of these items are made of the strongest metal alloy in existence and she is extremely competent at handling all of them.
Weakness: She has intolerances to silver and holy artifacts. She feels uncomfortable and distracted around holy places. Her attachments to certain ones can be a distraction for her as well. None of these things will kill her but would divide her attention.
History: Born and raised in a little village called Hebron near the beginning of existence. She had a simple life as not much was known back then apart from the very basics and therefore learned to take pleasure in just about everything. As the only girl out of seventeen children she also learned how to keep her own by use of melee and that too became a pleasure, a sort of game for her and her brothers.
When she was in her early twenties she went to visit the only other village that existed at the time as she was supposed to go find herself a suitable husband. The young men in the town took to this visiting red head and she was approached by a pale one in that first night. He eventually bit her in the neck as she tried in vain to fight him off. When she awoke, it was brought to her attention that the pale figure was a vampire known as the first one and that she too now shared the fate of his descendants. She was warned to stay away from the sun's light, holy artifacts and a creature called a Lycan as these things could harm or even kill her in permanence.
She was told to kill her kin but she could not. Her brothers accepted her as she had become but she could not stay for their safety. The fact that she did not take the lives of her relatives and that she still took pleasure from life, made her an outcast among the vampires so she took off on her own taking a life now and then for sustenance while she started to learn a new arts known as the "Force of Will" and "Magic". Those lives she took would remain a part of her forever as parts of their memories came to the forefront now and again while she learned to control them and differentiate them from her thoughts.
She was on her own for about a dozen years or so when she encountered a Lycan face to face and had nowhere to run so decided to take it full on and with much delight she defeated it. That was the day she decided to hunt Lycans as it was more challenging than taking on humans and therefore provided her with more pleasure.
After about 250 years of life in the dark, she met a worthy opponent, a Lycan that bested her. It managed to bite her on her right leg but was then spooked and ran off so it did not manage to finish her off. She dragged herself off to the side and tried with whatever will power she had left after that last battle to try and heal herself but she could tell it was having no effect. She was in a lot of pain but did not want to give up even though no Vampire had ever survived a bite. She could feel herself drifting away into slumber.
She did not know how long she was out or how she remained alive, but she awoke in broad daylight feeling stronger and faster than ever. She also took note that she was no longer a pale figure but rather had a blue tone to her skin and her red hair was now a silvery color. She also gained some claws like the Lycans possessed. She no longer shared the fate of the Vampires but did not share the fate of Lycans either, though she did have a couple intolerances related to the two species.
It was the start of a new life with great power where she took more pleasure in simply defeating her opponents and bruising their egos rather than killing them off. No longer needing blood to live, she did not have that need to kill anyways.
Not quite caring what side should win during the great Karidian war about two thousand years ago, as she is neither good nor evil, she wandered around going about her own business and watching all the going-ons from a distance, learning from every action/situation that she came across.
A bit over a hundred years ago, she lost her brother Kaen, demon king, as he died his last and final time. She’s had time to mourn him and has nothing left but fond memories. This said, she knows very well about demons and how to “handle” them should she need to.
In the latest war on Karador, Mikïa found herself a few new friends. Seeing as some people were trying to take control of one of those friends, she felt the need to step in and protect Diala, therefore unwittingly helping a side in that war. Though it’s not because of her that Karador won, her wrath played no small part.
Other: As she is a myth/one of a kind, no one will know what she is and therefore will have no idea what she is capable of. So do not go making your characters know things about her or what she is.
Accepted