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 | | Subject: Mikhail Shigai- Togabito Sun Sep 16, 2012 10:50 pm | |
| Name: Mikhail Shigai
Nickname: The Butcher
Age: 90
Gender: Male
Rank: Pet of the Deadly Sin, Pride
Weapon(s): A cleaver-like sword.
Personality: Mikhail, in a word, is "special". He's always been a bit off his rocker. At a young age, he was prone to severe bipolar incident's. Due to not being very medically advanced at the time, the best they could do was throw him in an asylum. Before he went in, there was nothing really wrong with him other than mood changes; however, when he went into the asylum, something changed in him; snapped. Now, his mood is constantly changing, and he often fantasizes, sometimes unable to discern reality from fantasy.
On top of that, he's got severe paranoia, believing everyone out to get him, aside from the Sin which he's committed to. In Mikhail's moments of clarity, however, he's shown to be very intelligent, perceptive, and even cunning. He has the heart of a child, but the soul of a mad man.
When it comes to Leto, he's almost overly protective, believing her to have some magical property to keep him sane. He would die before he saw her killed, and would follow her to the ends of the Earth. (Unless he found something else to "keep him sane".)
Physical Appearance:
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Mikhail has a slender body, borderline anorexic-looking. He's roughly 5'11, and weighs barely over 110 lbs. Underneath his mask, he has the crazed eyes of a madman, the red sclera making him all that more intimidating. Usually, under his mask, Mikhail's face is a window to his emotions at the time; which doesn't really help with reading him, seeing as he is as unpredictable as he is intimidating-looking. Along the right side of his jaw, Mikhail has a long scar reaching from the hinge of his jaw, to his chin, another scar running directly across from his nose. Mikhail has two skull-like brands on his palms, the exact same ones he leaves on others when he activates his vibrating palm ability. He has long black, unevenly-cut hair, with a blue strip in it that seems to grow naturally.
Bio:
Mikhail grew up in the 1900's as a young boy. His parents were mixed, one of Russian descent, the other a Japanese woman. Mikhail was technically born in Russia, though shortly after they smuggled themselves into Japan. Mikhail grew up with his father always gone, his mother taking the role of both parents. He was fun, until she had gotten a notice from the teacher at the school he went to; she was concerned about his sudden mood changes, from very cheerful, to suddenly downcast and dreary, to angry, with various other moods creating a cycle he seemed to go through.
She took him to the doctor, who said he was officially insane, and had him locked up at the age of 12. He went on like that, getting visits from his parents every few days, until eventually, they stopped coming. The loneliness drove Mikhail mad, as he was scared of the other patients, believing one of them to always be after him; the paranoia was the first of many mental illnesses that would soon follow.
Eventually, Mikhail played sane long enough to get sent out when he was older, trying to integrate himself into society. However, he still found he was paranoid, and believed others out to get him. So before they could kill him, he went inside of their homes, and killed them.
Eventually, Mikhail found a woman who he liked, and seemed to calm him down. He married this woman, and they lived without incident for a year, before stories of the murder came back to Mikhail and his family. He felt the same sense of paranoia and fear he had when in the hospital, and stayed inside for weeks on end. He went outside one day, long enough to see his wife with another man.
Later that night, as they went to sleep, Mikhail snapped, and woke up, saying he was getting something to drink. He went into the kitchen and grabbed a knife, and murdered his wife. He crept his way to the man's home, murdering him, too.
The next morning, the police found two bodies inside of a man's home, both with their throats slit. One, a beautiful, red-haired woman who had various words cut into her body, such as "whore", "Until death do us part", and "Love is dead". The man had his genitals chopped off, and shoved inside of his throat, as he hung above the woman suspened by his neck on a rope, bleeding onto her, all of his fingers and toes jammed into various places in his body; ears, nose, eye sockets, the rest placed in his rectum.
Eventually, Mikhail was found, and sentenced to death. The moment before he was hung, however, when the executioner placed the rope on his neck, he turned around quickly and used his teeth to crush the windpipe of the man, getting one last murder, before being dropped, his broken neck killing him instantly.
After this, Mikhail became a Hollow, nearly making it to Gillian class, before he was defeated by a Soul Reaper, being sent to Hell. There, he encountered the deadly Sin of Pride, Leto Phoenix. He found she reminded him of his ex-wife, mostly in how she gave him clarity of thought. So, without any warning, he had approached her, and asked he be allowed to be around her, in exchange for fighting for her.
Ability: Mikhail's abilities are dormant, until the moment someone touches himself, or his sword. They can range from pain when skin-to-skin contact is made, to a maddening screech when Mikhail's blade makes contact with another person. Mikhail's body is, literally, his greatest weapon.
Techniques:
Touch of Pain- Anytime contact is made with Mikhail, pain erupts in that area on the enemy. While no damage is actually done, it feels as if there was.
Screeching Metal- Anytime Mikhail's blade makes contact with something that isn't him, it utters a loud, ear-splitting screech that doesn't seem to affect him. After 5 times, it slowly starts to cause temporary deafness, and after 10, starts to make the enemy dizzy. While dizzy, some enemies have reported seeing a skull where Mikhail's mask and face should be, just leering at the enemy.
Acidic Blood-If Mikhail spills his blood onto something, he can cause an explosion in that area, directly affecting the spot it was touching. If the blood does not explode, it instead becomes acidic in nature, instead, eating through zanpaku-to, clothes, and flesh alike.
Vibrating Palm- This is Mikhail's most powerful attack. Mikhail's palm begins to vibrate rapidly enough to where the movement isn't noticed, though his hand grows a bluish color. When this happens, Mikhail presses his hand against his enemy's body. When he does this, a variety of things can occur. If pressed against their sternum, chest, or stomach, the friction allows Mikhail to rip through the skin, slowly but surely. If held for a prolonged amount of time, the organs inside begin shaking violently, usually resulting in a ruptured or damaged organ. If his palm is pressed against the head, it is not uncommon for the target to retain severe brain damage. By that, I mean their brain turns to mush. As for the arms or limbs, anywhere else, if held there, it can cause the bones to break while tearing at the skin from the outside. Wherever Mikhail's hand had been, there is a small skull imprint left behind in the shape of a burn.
Downsides- Mikhail can only do this with one hand at a time, with a five-post recharge. This ability can also be used to injure Mikhail if he touches himself before he deactivates it.
(One the first post this attack starts dealing damage to the skin directly. On the second, it can break bones if it has been held there. On the third, it can rupture organs or cause brain damage. The hand must be held there the whole time. )
Role-play Sample:
- Spoiler:
Crack! Crack! Crack!
By now, this sound had embedded itself into the man's skull, having heard it over and over. Not only the sound, but the feel of the sound; with the sound always came the pain. The burning pain of the lashes upon his body. Those awful, flaming lashes with the barbs in them that tore at skin. This was one of Mikhail 'The Butcher' Shigai's many punishment's; death by lashing. They would tear at his skin time and time again, often reaching his very spine, before he would finally bleed to death and fall dead, only to be reborn from the molten pit of souls once again. It was at this time that they allowed him time to recover; time to get used to the feeling of normalcy, the feeling of not constantly feeling pain. And then, when he was just used to this feeling, Hell's Guardians would pull him to them, via the invisible chain.
Another crack sounded, only this time, it wasn't that of a whip; it was that of his spine. He knew instantly his spine had broken, this having happened many times before. What he didn't expect, however, was when one of the Kushanada behind him gripped his spine, ripping it from his body. The pain was intense, but Mikhail couldn't work his mouth to scream, couldn't writhe on the floor in agony. He could only lay there, waiting for himself to be revived, staying in the broken body.
Darkness. Everything turned dark all of a sudden, and Mikhail knew what was happening. Burning, all around his body. His eyes ripped open to see orange, as he swam up, reaching the surface and pulling himself out. It was then, he decided, he needed to get out. He had to leave. He was done with this place and its inhabitants. He knew the way; he had escaped once, only to find out with the mask he had discarded, it was futile.
With each resurrection, came a new mask for Mikhail; a new chance to escape. He donned it, before racing for the barren, rocky landscape that was the third level of Hell. He noticed nothing but miserable Togabito around, milling aimlessly. 'Pathetic cur,' He thought to himself, as he raced past, using the unnamed method of running the togabito used to match Arrancar sonido, and Soul Reaper Shunpo.
Mikhail reached the large body of water, immediately going to running on the stones, not missing a beat. He raced across the water-lily statuettes, eagerly running towards the large, rocky cliff. It took him roughly 30 minutes to get all the way across, though down in Hell, time was no matter to him. Fifty minutes in hell could equal 2 years in the world of the living for all he knew; but time was of no importance to him.
Eventually, Mikhail had to stop and catch his breath, being winded. He was close, so very close. He had but to climb the rocky wall, and he would be on the first level. After another 20 minutes of rest, Mikhail spotted a Kushanada. Luckily for Mikhail, he had donned his mask as soon as he left. The Kushanada walked on without noticing Mikhail, as the latter turned and started climbing the cliff.
After an unknown period of time, Mikhail reached the top. He pulled himself up, flopping onto his stomach as he attempted to regain his breath and energy. He had but a bit further to go, just a little bit. All he had to do was cross the first level, and he would be home-free, out in the world of the living, where he could be with his beloved Leto, but even more important, with his sanity. Quite a few times, along the journey to where he was now, he had seen things that weren't there. Skulls, people he had once known, the image of his wife and her lover after he was done 'playing with them'.
At the thought of what happened to his wife, Mikhail grinned to himself, proud of what he referred to as his masterpiece, his face instantly scowling under the mask as the sting of betrayal hit him like a five-ton sack of bricks, just like it had that very day. His joy turned into anger, and just as quickly, it turned into sorrow; sadness that his wife had betrayed him so, sadness that he didn't have his beloved sanity, and sadness that he was right about not being able to trust. Then, his mood did a complete 180. He felt empowered, bold. He would show the whore that he had guts, willpower, and everything any other man did.
His energy renewed, Mikhail found his way through the maze of floating blocks, holding onto the sides of one when needed to avoid the patrolling Kushanada. Eventually, he found his way to the gates, climbing to the top to avoid the direct eyesight of the Hellish fiends. Hanging from the top, grasping the edge of the doors, Mikhail very carefully, very gently, pulled with his right hand, the door slowly opening.
When there was an opening just barely large enough for Mikhail to slip through, he went in, the door automatically shutting behind him. Mikhail was dazed for a moment by a street light, before looking around and noticing the grass. He was in a field, just a bit off of Karakura Town. He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he felt the grass beneath him, rolling around. He was free, finally free.
"Freedom!! Who's worthless now, Marian!? Who's just made it out of hell?! And where are you still at?!" He demanded to the sky, giggling crazily, as he stood up, before dusting himself off. He had encountered his ex-wife once before in Hell, in a different section. She had cheated on him, and while it wasn't something that was as bad as his murders, apparently it was deemed as hell-worthy. Their first meeting had been awkward for her, who was still mad at him for murdering her, though she felt guilty about him finding out that she was sleeping with another man. In the end, the rage of a mad man won through, and he killed her once again. Except this time, it was a lot funnier. (In his perspective, at least.) He hadn't heard of her since then.
"Now is not the time to celebrate, we must go find our Mistress."He said giddily, almost in a sing-song tone as he darted off into the night, in search of the only one he deemed worth serving, one whose origins in this form were much like Mikhail's own; the Sin of Pride.
Statistics:
Rank/level - ADV-3
Hankou - 6
Reiryoku - 10
Hakudo - 8
Seijuu - 12
Bukijuu - 16
Hoho - 13
Points awarded:
Total points: 65
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