Post by ParamountKeymaster on May 23, 2018 12:35:22 GMT -5
Full Name: Micrathene Xiuhtecuhtli (MAI-kra-theen shee-wah-tay-KWAH-tlee)
Nickname(s): Mic, Mikey, Shorty, Short Stuff, "Oh no, HIM..."
Age: Mid-three hundreds (physically in his teens)
Height: 155 cm./~5' 1" (LOL SHORT)
Weight: 110 lbs.
Gender: Male
Race: Angel (Fotias Plasmis)
Alliance: Neutral
Home: Paradiso Area F (Lucetius)
Franchise: Starless Skies OC
Physical Description
Mic is a short, teenage-looking angel with a pale lemon-lime skin tone, bright ruby eyes, curly, shoulder-length, golden blond hair, and mustard yellow-feathered wings with a few olive speckles. He's a bit shorter than average and has a somewhat skinnier physique, lacking much visible muscle. His typical outfit consists of square-framed glasses, a cool brown, long-tailed coat with olive drab trim, a red, sleeveless shirt tucked into dark brown pants, a brown belt with a golden, upward-pointing triangle buckle, and bandages covering his legs from the shins to the feet. Oh, and did I mention he's short?
Weapons and Accessories
In the rare instance when he feels compelled to fight, he can summon shuriken of various shapes and sizes. Most of them pretty small...
Abilities/Powers
Mic possesses the typical abilities of angels: Flight (which he can do silently due to his owl wings), biological immortality, weapon generation, shapeshifting, and access to angel magic. His strength, though superior to a human's, is somewhat lacking compared to other angels, but his durability and regeneration are almost comically advanced. He also possesses pyrokinesis, allowing him to summon and manipulate fire and heat, as well as granting him immunity to them. Although he has not mastered any known spells, he has been working to perfect his own personal spell: Phoenix Reborn, which sets him ablaze in a way that resembles the self-immolation angels experience at death and transforms him into a sentient cloud of ash, allowing him to retreat and eventually reform.
Weaknesses
Like all angels, Mic's lifeforce is tied to his wings; removing or damaging them beyond repair will kill him. Being aligned with fire, he is weak against earth-based magic. Actually, he's pretty weak against most magic. And with magic. And not blowing things up.
Skills
Mic is well-educated and possesses a great intellect, making him quite the expert in history, science and mathematics. If you need any kind of information, he's your man; even in the off chance he doesn't know something off the top of his head, he can research and memorize just about anything with ease. He's also good at general office work, be it organizing, accounting, logistics, writing, or drawing up plans. Above all else, though, he fancies himself an inventor and engineer, able to fix any device and scrounge up fantastical machines out of whatever scraps he can find. IF ONLY HE COULD GET THEM TO STOP BLOWING UP...
Personality
Mic is relentlessly, passionately, almost obnoxiously optimistic. He almost always has a smile on his face, powering through every task with unwavering vigor and pep in his step. Because of this, he tends to come across as hyperactively energetic and annoying, with absolutely no volume control. Even when things go sour, he just picks himself up, dusts himself off and starts over; after all, hundredth time's the charm, right? He is steadfastly dedicated to the betterment of angel life and the aiding of others. Though he typically tries to do so with his own talents and flair, he's certainly not opposed to taking orders; he'll gladly do so if it will make that person happy, especially if they're his superior. Anything to earn his place and prove his usefulness.
History
Micrathene was hatched to a Plasmis mother and a Prasino father and raised in Kronos, Area G of Paradiso. He and his Prasino brother Minokawa came from the same clutch, but Mic hatched a few days earlier. Their father left when they were young; though their mother claimed he did so because he was degenerating, Mic and Mino eventually figured out that his father had actually fled to seek adventure, having grown disenchanted with his marriage and his life as a scholar. Though Mic held no ill will towards either parent, he displayed the traits of both throughout his childhood, dedicating himself to his studies like his mother wanted while expressing a simultaneous desire to make life exciting and worthwhile, eventually culminating in his dream to become an inventor.
When he came of age, Mic moved to Lucetius to seek work and hone his skills. There he landed a position as a court scribe, doing some small writing jobs on the side. When he wasn't working, he would piece together various inventions and test them out for his coworkers, with just about every attempt ending in explosive failure. Eventually, he managed to refine his skills just enough to secure a job as an engineer for Bennu Gnowee's army... but when his talent for making things explode reared its ugly head again, he was quickly transferred to logistics, where he spent most of his time organizing records and supply lines. Despite this, he continued to tinker in his off time, showing off (and blowing up) his creations for his superiors at every opportunity. Needless to say, this hasn't gotten him very far in life, but he's gonna keep trying!
Other
Sexually ambiguous. Loves to sing. Is terrible at it. And short.
Hex code is e3ff00. Font size varies.
Picture(s)
Nickname(s): Mic, Mikey, Shorty, Short Stuff, "Oh no, HIM..."
Age: Mid-three hundreds (physically in his teens)
Height: 155 cm./~5' 1" (LOL SHORT)
Weight: 110 lbs.
Gender: Male
Race: Angel (Fotias Plasmis)
Alliance: Neutral
Home: Paradiso Area F (Lucetius)
Franchise: Starless Skies OC
Physical Description
Mic is a short, teenage-looking angel with a pale lemon-lime skin tone, bright ruby eyes, curly, shoulder-length, golden blond hair, and mustard yellow-feathered wings with a few olive speckles. He's a bit shorter than average and has a somewhat skinnier physique, lacking much visible muscle. His typical outfit consists of square-framed glasses, a cool brown, long-tailed coat with olive drab trim, a red, sleeveless shirt tucked into dark brown pants, a brown belt with a golden, upward-pointing triangle buckle, and bandages covering his legs from the shins to the feet. Oh, and did I mention he's short?
Weapons and Accessories
In the rare instance when he feels compelled to fight, he can summon shuriken of various shapes and sizes. Most of them pretty small...
Abilities/Powers
Mic possesses the typical abilities of angels: Flight (which he can do silently due to his owl wings), biological immortality, weapon generation, shapeshifting, and access to angel magic. His strength, though superior to a human's, is somewhat lacking compared to other angels, but his durability and regeneration are almost comically advanced. He also possesses pyrokinesis, allowing him to summon and manipulate fire and heat, as well as granting him immunity to them. Although he has not mastered any known spells, he has been working to perfect his own personal spell: Phoenix Reborn, which sets him ablaze in a way that resembles the self-immolation angels experience at death and transforms him into a sentient cloud of ash, allowing him to retreat and eventually reform.
Weaknesses
Like all angels, Mic's lifeforce is tied to his wings; removing or damaging them beyond repair will kill him. Being aligned with fire, he is weak against earth-based magic. Actually, he's pretty weak against most magic. And with magic. And not blowing things up.
Skills
Mic is well-educated and possesses a great intellect, making him quite the expert in history, science and mathematics. If you need any kind of information, he's your man; even in the off chance he doesn't know something off the top of his head, he can research and memorize just about anything with ease. He's also good at general office work, be it organizing, accounting, logistics, writing, or drawing up plans. Above all else, though, he fancies himself an inventor and engineer, able to fix any device and scrounge up fantastical machines out of whatever scraps he can find. IF ONLY HE COULD GET THEM TO STOP BLOWING UP...
Personality
Mic is relentlessly, passionately, almost obnoxiously optimistic. He almost always has a smile on his face, powering through every task with unwavering vigor and pep in his step. Because of this, he tends to come across as hyperactively energetic and annoying, with absolutely no volume control. Even when things go sour, he just picks himself up, dusts himself off and starts over; after all, hundredth time's the charm, right? He is steadfastly dedicated to the betterment of angel life and the aiding of others. Though he typically tries to do so with his own talents and flair, he's certainly not opposed to taking orders; he'll gladly do so if it will make that person happy, especially if they're his superior. Anything to earn his place and prove his usefulness.
History
Micrathene was hatched to a Plasmis mother and a Prasino father and raised in Kronos, Area G of Paradiso. He and his Prasino brother Minokawa came from the same clutch, but Mic hatched a few days earlier. Their father left when they were young; though their mother claimed he did so because he was degenerating, Mic and Mino eventually figured out that his father had actually fled to seek adventure, having grown disenchanted with his marriage and his life as a scholar. Though Mic held no ill will towards either parent, he displayed the traits of both throughout his childhood, dedicating himself to his studies like his mother wanted while expressing a simultaneous desire to make life exciting and worthwhile, eventually culminating in his dream to become an inventor.
When he came of age, Mic moved to Lucetius to seek work and hone his skills. There he landed a position as a court scribe, doing some small writing jobs on the side. When he wasn't working, he would piece together various inventions and test them out for his coworkers, with just about every attempt ending in explosive failure. Eventually, he managed to refine his skills just enough to secure a job as an engineer for Bennu Gnowee's army... but when his talent for making things explode reared its ugly head again, he was quickly transferred to logistics, where he spent most of his time organizing records and supply lines. Despite this, he continued to tinker in his off time, showing off (and blowing up) his creations for his superiors at every opportunity. Needless to say, this hasn't gotten him very far in life, but he's gonna keep trying!
Other
Sexually ambiguous. Loves to sing. Is terrible at it. And short.
Hex code is e3ff00. Font size varies.
Picture(s)
