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[slukhtis]

OUT OF CHARACTER:
Name/Handle: Kiku
Contact: valyria
Reference: PRACTICALLY EVERYONE? I'm gonna go with Dee and Rachel and just a lot of people okay.

IN-CHARACTER:
Character name: Michael.
Character journal: slukthis
Series name: N/A
Canon notes: Previous Game memories yo!

Species: Officially designated "Abnormal" - a mutated divergent of the "human" species.

History:

Michael had a shit childhood, as one would expect for a child born "Abnormal". He was abandoned quickly after he was born, picked up instead at first by a group of similar Abnormals and then later by one of Depthwater's many underworld gangs: the Wolf's Maw. While not the childhood you'd give an average child, his time with the other Abnormals and the Lower City gang taught him a lot of things. They taught him how to survive on the street on his own, how to navigate a tightly packed city, how to live on little more than half a loaf of stale bread. They also taught him how to fight, how to defend himself, how to play dirty, how to hunt. They gave him the tools he would need later on in life, even the gang who treated him little more than an attack dog on a leash.

How his early years progress is a familiar story to most; he did everything he could to survive, he was kicked around, treated like a dog as already mentioned, abused physically and verbally, but he was very good at what the gangs had him do. So, anyone with half a brain and a ear to the wall knew better than to take it too far. Eventually this reached the ears of the military who were quick to acquire him, for anyone else this may seem like a grand opportunity to fight for their city, their home. For Michael it was something else entirely. They spend months poking and prodding him to figure out what skill his possessed and if he had any sort of important that could be useful to them. One day they stopped and enlisted him, made him into a weapon for their uses. Military life was little different from his life in the gangs, perhaps his equipment was better but in the end he had only traded one collar for another - only this time the beds were softer and the food tasted only marginally nicer.

Things changed when war visited upon Depthwater, the city he grew up in, and he was called into battle alongside everyone else. The battles fought upon the Shaded Plains would be talked about for years, of how two massive forces clashed and the plains were stained with blood. Michael did his part, cutting down all who were supposed to fall, only towards the end of the fighting something happened. Perhaps someone got in a lucky hit, who can honestly say there was fighting everywhere and men were falling with each passing moment - but he fell and he fell hard. When he awoke Michael had no memory of what happened, of who he was, of why he was out there, of why there was bodies surrounding him. He was panicked, frightened, sore, it was all he could do to simply scream until he throat was raw and he fell once again - exhausted. He was taken from the plains then, hurried away to a village on the boarder and nursed back to health. Time moved as a blur from then as he was forced to re-learn everything; how to walk, how to talk, how to eat, everything redone from scratch. That village became home for a long time, but once he was back on his feet he had to do something, maybe go on a search for his memories or something contrived as that. He joined a wandering mercenary company instead, because why the fuck not?

( previous game memories here. )

It was not long after he joined up with the company that he found himself in Accord, some weird ass place with a giant tower and robots that were supposed to take care of shit for you. With no way to get back home and no real press to do so Michael made himself comfortable, settled in. His stay in Accord did not change him much, nothing massively important or ground shaking ever happened to him, and he never stopped being the giant asshole that he always has been. Though he did manage to make a few friends, one of major import being Robin, something about the other man drew Michael to him. Maybe it was the Robin was fucking crazy, or an asshole, or he just liked the look of him, or they shared enough similarities to make Michael interested in him. Honestly it is hard to know, either way he became rather attached to him. To the point that he got really shitty at Robin after a few months long nap because he thought the other had replaced him, when he hadn't - what he did do was stab Michael in the chest which he didn't seem to mind regardless of how much it hurt.

Overall a nice distraction before he was dragged back to his shithole of a home.

Personality:

─ Michael has a heavy case of amnesia! So he doesn't remember a god damn thing! FUN HUH?
─ He is harsh, rude, lacking in social graces by choice, blunt. Acts like a child a lot despite standing at about 6' and being physically an adult. This means he can be as fickle as hell, possessive, and damn needy. He latches onto people out of a selfish desire for company but will often toss them aside just as quickly. Take that person away from him, however, and he will throw a five year old tantrum only a lot more violent.
─ In a word; he is an asshole and knows he is an asshole, he does it all on purpose. It makes him hideously demanding and overbearing and he sure as hell isn't going to stop anytime soon. He is a frustrating little shit.
─ Straddled with some identity issues due to memory loss, he isn't certain who he is now is the same person he was. Pretends they don't actually exists, much like he does the rest of his problems. He wants to hold onto those things he deems important as he thinks if he holds onto them tight enough he won't forget them.
─ Doesn't trust his own memories; honestly fears that one day he is going to forget everything all over again. This is part of the reason for his possessive behavior. He also keeps journals to write down everything he experiences in case he forgets everything.
─ Reckless, walking death wish. He's the idiot who will jump off the cliff onto the sharp rocks because you told him not to do it. Acts before he thinks, gives zero fucks about consequences.
─ Holds grudges like a fucking boss. Can be exceedingly violent but tends to subscribe to the "revenge is best served cold" school of thought. Don't piss him off in the end of the day, it is a bad idea. Luckily it takes a lot to actually get to that point.

Abilities:

Accelerated Regeneration ─ One of Michael's more prominent skills is his incredibly accelerated healing. Superficial wounds heal in an instant, anything larger takes moments, and life threatening wounds can take up to ten minutes to recover from fully. He is able to regrow his limbs, or piece them back together if the limb is nearby. It is nearly impossible to destroy him, for as long as there is enough of his body still functioning - say for instance his torso - he can generally ...regrow himself. However this process can take hours and leaves him extremely vulnerable, and for at least 24 hours after reconstituting himself he will be physically weak. If he is "killed", say by being stabbed directly in then heart, his system shuts down to focus on repairing the damage. This process usually takes no longer than twenty minutes to happen, and much like reconstituting himself it leaves him quite vulnerable and weak for some time afterwards. There are a few ones to kill him; do enough damage that his body cannot regenerate all of it, set him on fire, crush him, tear him into little pieces, and so forth. You have to be thorough and very creative, just don't give him a chance to heal.

Combat Expertise ─ He is naturally gifted in combat, killing and all that surrounds it is one of few things he picked up with absolute ease. This makes him quite the perfect weapon when doubled with his regenerative abilities. Michael good at thinking on his feet, moving with the flow of battle, he uses everything he possibly can to his advantage. This does not make him undefeated however, he can be overwhelmed and tricked, even out skilled - it simply means he is really damn good at killing things. Like really good. And he likes it too.

Berserker State ─ When an extreme amount of emotional, metal, and/or physical trauma is applied Michael goes into something of a berserker state, it is an defense mechanism that appeared after unknowingly accepting the godhood within himself. And while he has extreme difficulties dying, when this essence believes the host to be in jeopardy it effectively "takes control" to eliminate the threat. In this state he cannot differentiate between friend or foe, and puts a great strain on his body and system. It does not last very long, as the strain is so great that his body cannot take it for longer than an hour. In the end the only way to knock him out of it is to either wait until the strain becomes so much that he passes out, or hold him down and knock him out yourself. Either way he'll have a headache when he wakes up.

Augment Skillset: Security.
Sample:

[ The feed flicks on and he is upside down, giving the thing the same sort of look someone would give a person who turned out to have two extra heads talking in tongues. Or if those two heads were actually snakes, or dragons. Michael turns it until he appears on an angle, then shakes it, disrupting the feed with a few erratic shakes. ]

It's broken. [ He announces to practically no one, his voice is rough - gravely - as if he hasn't been using it for a while. ] This is fucking stupid. Send me back I'd rather deal with bullshit towers and dumb robots. I had a comfy bed there, and a room, and people that didn't smell like shit. Or rotting bodies.

[ Last he remembers Robin's still there, along with all some other people he can't be bothered remembering the names of (Tabby, he remembers Tabby at least). He'll be pissed if he disappears again. Michael scoffs, leaning back and lifting the camera above his head. ]

This place also looks like shit. Couldn't kill you to add a few more colors in here or something, my damn eyes feel like they're gonna melt.