Post by Michelangelo Masters on Jun 17, 2013 4:35:19 GMT -5
FULL NAME; Michelangelo Masters
NICKNAME(S); Mike, Mikey, Crimson Fighter
AGE; 20
NATIONALITY; Amestrian
OCCUPATION; State Alchemist
MILITARY RANK; Major
ALCHEMIST?; yes
CHIMERA?; no
ABILITIES/TECHNIQUES; After getting transmutation circles tattoo'ed on the backs of his hands, by slamming his fists together or against another solid object, Mikey can either speed up electrons in the air causing them to jump towards the nearest protons creating a static discharge around his fists for a short time, a.k.a lightning punches, or he can use the friction created by the slamming of his fists to combust the molecules in the air also around his fists, a.k.a flaming punches.
HAIR; Blonde, long tied in a ponytail down his back.
EYES; Light Brown
HEIGHT/WEIGHT; 5'11. 180 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES; His hair, and the transmutation circles on the backs of his hands.
BASIC DESCRIPTION; Mikey stands at a firm 5 feet 11 inches, a little taller than average for people his age. He weighs in at 180 pounds of solid muscle, not too much body fat on him at all. He's never gotten a haircut, which caused his hair to grow all the way down to his lower back which he keeps tied in a ponytail. His body type is slim and athletic, not too bulky but not scrawny either.
POSITIVE TRAITS; (at least 5)
- Cool
- Laid-back
- Good sense of humor
- Benevolent
- Headstrong
NEGATIVE TRAITS; (at least 5)
- Cocky
- Impatient
- Stubborn
- Flirtatious
- Brash
PERSONALITY OVERVIEW; Michelangelo is a cool, laid-back, easy going kind of guy. He can be described as being "like the wind", and is noted for being free-spirited and adventurous, yet somehow at the same time lazy. He enjoys relaxation more than most, but is never one to rest in the face of injustice. He is extremely benevolent and always keeps his word and he willingly puts himself at risk to help others, taking on any challenge that confronts him without hesitation, though he usually sees his heroics and fighting evil as an opportunity to have fun. However, in times of crisis, he focuses entirely on the task at hand and sees it as truly serious with no real fun involved.
He’s flashy, unorthodox, and unpredictable. He is also smug and cocky; however he is an extremely friendly person. He generally taunts his opponents, quickly coming up with nicknames for them. He can always be found making quips, especially in the heat of battle. He's independent, tending to hide his own pain or exhaustion from others if possible. He's also very stubborn, not one to take no for an answer or known to give up. He detests killing with a passion, and would only fight to beat his foe into submission.
PARENTS; Toney; father and Eliza; Mother
SIBLINGS; Michelle; Sister
OTHER RELATIVES; Skye; Close family friend
SPOUSE; N/A
CHILDREN; N/A
BASIC HISTORY; Michelangelo was born to an alchemist father and a normal mother. He grew up mainly as a normal child, gaining a younger sister at the age of 4. The only few things that set him apart from other kids his age was the fact his father had been teaching him about alchemy ever since he could walk.
One day, Mikey and his sister Michelle were out in the city, and it started to storm, trapping the siblings inside of a store. Luckily for them, a man, Quin Saverem , invited them into his home to keep them safe from the rain. His family showed them nothing but gracious hospitality and the siblings were forever grateful to the Saverem family. After taking them home after the storm died down, the two families became good friends, with Quin becoming like an uncle to Mikey and Michelle and even teaching the boy martial arts.
After many years of prosperity and happiness, tragedy struck. Quin Saverem was murdered by a rouge Alchemist. Though Quin's daughter, Skye, and Michelle were to young to understand, Mikey swore revenge, harboring a deep hatred for most Alchemists afterwards. As the years continued to roll by, Michelangelo trained and honed his skills as both a fighter and an alchemist, begging his father to tattoo transmutation circles on his hands so he could be a more effective fighter, becoming a State Alchemist to use their vast resources to hunt down his mentor's killer and exact his revenge.
ALIAS; Sonny
OTHER; I'm so pretty!
RP EXAMPLE;
Michelangelo walked around the city with his hands in his pockets, whistling a merry tune to himself. "Man, life sure is great." He said happily to himself as he continued walking aimlessly, just out to get some fresh air. He came to a halt as he came across an alleyway and heard violent noises from inside and yelps of pain from what sounded like a young female. Bursting into action, Mikey took off full speed into the alley to stop whatever heinous act was being committed.
After running for only a few full seconds, he came across a trio of thugs mugging and beating a poor defenseless woman. He growled angrily, his hands balling into fists by his sides. "Hey, punks! Why don't you pick on someone your own size, eh?" He shouted, taking a valiant step forward. The men all stopped mid-action and turned to see who dared rain on their parade.
"And just who are you supposed to be?" One of the men asked, stepping towards Mikey, clearly the leader of the bunch.
"Just call me your friendly neighborhood clean up crew!" Mikey stated with a cocky smirk upon his face. Without wasting any more time, he sprung into battle, dashing forward and striking the leader with a flying side kick to the face, sending him into the wall and effectively knocking him out. As the other two watched, mouths agape at what had just transpired, Mikey smashed his fists together, his hands now crackling to life with flames surrounding them. He dashed in again, ducking his body slightly then delivering a vicious fiery uppercut to his second opponent's chin, slightly charring the skin and sending him spiraling to the ground much like the first. The third thug, wielding a knife, attempted to stab Mike, but the blonde haired fighter was too fast due to his years of training and leaned to the side to avoid the stab and grabbed the man's wrist, scorching his skin as well. As the man screamed out at being burned, Mikey pulled his wrist forward causing the man to stumble, right into a punch.
Deactivating his technique, Michelangelo dusted his hands off and gave the beaten woman a friendly smile as he offered her a hand up. Shakingly taking the offered hand, the woman stood to her feet. "You alright? They didn't hurt you too bad did they?"
"I'm a little bruised up, but I'm much better than I would've been if it wasn't for you..." She admitted, smiling shyly at her rescuer. Mikey nodded, chuckling. "How could I ever repay you for saving me?"
"Having dinner with me could be a start." He grinned, flashing her a wink, to which she smiled back.
