Deviation Actions
Description
Name: Mikhaela Azarov, but since no one can pronounce his name properly, he goes by "Mika".
Age: Twenty two
Height: 4'11" (150 cm)
Species: Chaos Mage
Species Description: A mage who has a soul-binding contract with a demon, allowing them part control of said demon's powers. Essentially this demon lives inside of their soul, consuming them from the inside out. But, heyyy, cool demon powers, amirite?
Abilities
[ Necromancy ] All things spooky--
[ Illusionary Magic ] The ability to conjure illusions, such as projections of objects or people. This is where the "Chaos" title comes from, he can cause a lot of mischief when he wants to...
[ Flight ] On his broom, which can transform to become a small wand, since...who the Hell wants to carry a big ass broom everywhere?
Personal Information
- Piano music
- Looking tidy
- Various types of weaponry, guns, swords, wands, scythes; he finds them neat
- Shiny, antique-looking things
- Flying, when the weather's nice at least
- Fire
- Cozy blankets + a mug of hot chocolate
- Causing mischief, especially when it leads to a fight
- When he is asked personal questions
- When people don't react the way he plans them to
- Bad behavior, especially in class (He will smack you--)
- Being made fun of for his clothes, the way he speaks, looks, anything
- Getting embarrassed, because it doesn't happen often
- Calm: It would take a lot to actually get an emotional reaction from him, most things are just not amusing to him.
- Quick-thinking: Though he is one to plan things out, he can quickly solve obstacles of those plans rather easily and move on without a hitch.
- Quick...in general: Being so tiny has its advantages, and this particular one really comes in handy for when people try picking a fight with him. It's always fun to dodge attacks over and over until the other person gets too exhausted to go on~
- Sixth sense: It always looks as if he knows exactly what's going on and what's going to happen....even if he sometimes doesn't--
- Pain: It's really easy to hurt him...if you manage to get close enough, this is why he avoids being touched as much as he can--without looking too strange about it.
- That whole "Demon eating his soul" thing: His demon is like a parasite, causing his body to act diseased and weak, more so as time passes. It causes him a lot of pain at times.
- Socially unaware: He has a hard time gauging other people's emotions, which usually comes off as him being uncaring and cold.
- To keep a good reputation
- To break the contract with the demon some day
- To see his family again
- Tall people, seriously
- Never dying
- Becoming possessed
- Closed off Calm Mischievous Blunt Pessimistic Judgmental Easy-going
History:
Mika and his brother were adopted by two mothers in a small Russian town at the age of seven, where they were raised in a little cottage just on the edge of a forest. They lived a happy life, and Mika loved his parents, and they loved him. But his brother had known something was off from the beginning. The two women who adopted them had not just done so out of the goodness of their hearts, they were witches, seeking just the right child for their experiments with the other side. And they had found that child in Mika.
Test after test and spell after spell, it was finally ready, and so was Mika. They had invoked a demon to feed on their own son's soul, as a contract to bind them together and provide him with enough power to protect his whole family from any witch hunter that dared come for them. But watching this happen, peeking in from a crack in the door and watching the red flames blazing from the eyes of his once-brother, Mika's brother had decided his whole family were monsters--including Mika.
Many years later, at the age of fifteen, his brother returned to his family, with a mob of witch hunters ready to burn each one of them. Mika rushed to get his mothers out while he took on the crowd. His demon took control of his body through his panicked emotions and slaughtered every witch hunter there, even his own brother, in the blink of an eye.
After that, he disappeared. He couldn't go find his mothers because that could lead more hunters on their path, and he didn't know where they had fled to anyways. Mika just laid low, took up magical studies, got a necromancy degree, and got a job...though the job part was a little nerve-wracking, his English needed a little improving--
Misc. Information:
- His growth is stunted because of the demon affecting his body, hence how abnormally short he is
- His forearms are covered in lesions, again from that damn demon. If you need a reference, shit kinda looks like this
- His favourite colour is purple, if you couldn't tell
- His favourite food is home-made beef stew, it reminds him of home
- His English is pretty good, but his accent is thick
- His design is heavily inspired by like...all of the teen titan females--Mostly Jinx and Raven
Nooooone (yet--)
Roleplay Information:
- Chatroom availability: All day baby, 24/7
Most likely on during weekends/evenings - IM availability: If someone wants to RP via skype, notes, comments, lit or script, whatever-I'm cool, I'm flexible.
- Preferences: I really like long RP posts, like 100 words each post. I can do short RPs but I find that characters get more progress when there's a lotta detail.
Script Sample
Mikhaela- *Gliding through the air on his broom, the mage made his way down to the ground, slowly and carefully. He stepped off of it and twirled the handle in his hands, fire dancing around it and covering it completely in its blaze until it faded, leaving the broom a small wand now. Mikhaela fit the wand in the waistband of his shorts before walking up the stairs and opening the doors to the building he would call home to* ... = ^ = *Must it smell like formaldehyde? Ugh, he'd have to open a few windows...or maybe a few hundred--*
Lit Sample
Mika had just finished cleaning up his office and making it look a little less...dead. Though he understood this was necromancy, the whole 'death and despair' atmosphere going on here was going to have to change. The mage had made a planner of how he was going to frame the semester, from the syllabus, to office hours, to grading regimes. But as he tried to sit in his chair, he realized that...he was too short. "черт возьми..." He cursed, holding on to the arms of the chair before hopping up to sit, feet unable to reach the floor. Shimmying in his seat to get comfortable, the mage reached forward for his planner and opened it, prepared for a nice afternoon of organization~
So we have a necromancy teacher that's afraid of life? I like this dynamic :3