Post by mitsurugi on Jul 10, 2012 19:40:43 GMT
"He wanders aimlessly, the vessel of evil carries him on...will he find peace within death like he wishes for?"
Name:
Mikhail
Age:
36
Gender:
Male
Fighting Style:
Puppet of the Armor
Weapon:
Longsword
Weapon Name:
Ubiitsa
Place of Birth:
Moscow, Russia
Appearance:
Outfit I | Outfit II
Alliance:
Dark Alliance
Personality:
Depressed, defeated, quiet, all of this describes Mikhail and his struggles to remove the armor that's possessed his body. The armor has caused Mikhail's psyche to break, pleading for someone to kill him. However when the armor takes control of his body, he still keeps control over his mind. However, he has witnessed the horrors of what the armor has done. He doesn't sleep, and for some reason he doesn't go hungry. Mikhail believes himself to be walking death, and lives in the wilderness away from people. However, the armor calls to him...the blood that it screams for is too strong, and there isn't a way for him to control it. Mikhail feels hopeless and hopes someone can end his forever torment.
Background/History:
The world was in darkness through his eyes. That sunlight that shun through the cracks of his graze awaken him from a slumber. However, he was plunged into a deeper nightmare, Hell had come upon the Earth. All he saw was red of people dressed in armor, all of them soldiers, all of which Mikhail had no memory of. Though he realized that the deaths of these people were on his hands. This armor, it all was coming back to him.
Mikhail was once a proud soldier of his country. A warrior, a proud man who would defend Russia with all of his heart. However...his memories had scattered, no longer remembering his rank nor where he came from. Mikhail remembered however being with his comrades...traveling through the darkness of Russia's forests...and soon...black. The forest...a burning domain of pain and misery was all that was placed in Mikhail's eyes. "Did I...do this?" He asked himself in disbelief.
There was an arching in his soul, as if something was clutching it. "Fighting will not work vessel..." A voice echoed through the burning darkness. The smoke formed into something, it formed into a demon from Hell. Mikhail was confused, were his sins coming to take him down to the Infernos? The smoke forced it's way into Mikhail's lungs and soon took control over his body. Years had past, and each day Mikhail lived the life of this "lifeless" armor. Village after village was struck down, burning...the blood drenched inside of the armor made it grow powerful.
Mikhail saw horrible things, still having control over his conscious. There was no way of breaking free of this curse. Mikhail was a broken shell of a man. He wished for death to embrace him to undo this curse so he can have his soul rest in peace. However the armor would not allow him to rest, "You are to carry on a mission, vessel." The sound of the forked tongue demon echoed through the hollowed armor.
Mikhail had no choice to follow, for what he did not know was that the armor was being called. It was a piece of something, a piece of life that was trying to reunite with it's true master. Mikhail could do nothing but watch...the armor would continue to kill. Mikhail's damnation would continue also. Whoever may stand in front of this demon shell...had to kill him...quickly.
Relations:
The suit has drained him everything, even the most important memories of his life.
Additional Information:
Quote:
"Please...kill me."
"This torment will never stop...so I beg of you..."
"I can't...FIGHT IT...!!!"
"PLEASE...GIVE ME PEACE!!!!"
"Didn't you hear me...?! KILL ME!!!!!!!"
"It burns...."
"God...why have you damned me...?"
Theme Song:
Titan Dune
Stage:
Ruined Sanctuary ~ Final Resting Place of Hope
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