Post by Uriel Camael Mikhail on Feb 10, 2013 2:03:04 GMT -5
URIEL CAMAEL MIKHAIL
Out of Character
Alias: Uriel, or Ken.
Age: Old enough
Gender: Male
RP Experience: 10 years
How Did You Find Us?: Google
Activity Level: Possibly each day. But it may range from 5 days a week.
Other Characters:None
Keyword in Rules: Verified by Maria
RP Sample:Oh god. This town was boring.
If not for the fact that he needed to train to use his powers, and he was stationed in this town for a mission, the assassin would've left. Long time ago. Seriously, it was a nice little town no doubt but the people were so----mundane!
A couple of days ago, he completely eviscerated another mutant assassin of sort. He literally fed her with needles and made sure she was ruptured. The body was never found and he got his money. And then...n one cared. Apparently they thought it was a serial killing. Then, a couple of mob men opened fire on him. Chased him around, and still, no one noticed. Bloody hell is wrong with this place? Maybe he was too barbaric to notice. Ah well. He needed to do what needed to be done.
And that's what he was bloody doing right now. Walking across the road with the black aviators, and his trusty Glock 34 suppressed at his left hip. and a hidden knife at his ankle. This was of course a secret armament. HE was after all, The Russian James Bond right? He had the right to bear arms. Cause he always had a bounty up his head. Jealous of him he beckoned. But now, Mikhail just wanted to eat.
And this nearby eatery seemed good.
The fairly sizeable eatery seemed nice. The people were piling in for some reason/ Hopefully no one would notice the gun strapped at his hip. Now while this made Uriel happy, he still didn't know why so many people were piling in. So, the assailant stepped ever so closely to the door, and there it read a sign.
"SONG NIGHT, STARTS NOW. FREE TABLE FOR PEOPLE WHO WINS!"
Karaoke night? Seems good. And so, he placed a hand on the door before pushing it. His eyes scanned the room. And he saw a familiar face. He didn't hate the person, nor did he like the person. The person was more or likely someone you saw everyday and didn't give a shit about. She looked pretty. So naturally, he'd make a move. He was a single man after all.
Stepping towards the stool, he took a seat and grinned at the blonde woman before speaking "So. you like to sing, eh?" He asked, a devious look upon his eyes.
General Information
Full Name: Uriel Camael Mikhail
Gender: Boy
Birthday:16/4/94.
Age: Eighteen going on nineteen
Camp Experience: Second year
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Claim Status: Yes
Divine Parent: Athena.
Looks
Hair:Platinum Blonde, a bit on the short side and normally neatly combed.
Eyes: Hazel, shaped like almonds, normally wears aviators.
Height: 6'4
Weight:200
Picture: Click
Playby: Alex Pettyfer
Dressing Style: Quite simple. He never really paid mind to how he looked. He'd wear a damn potato if he wanted do. But he normally wears a shirt, pants. That's it. But if we're talking mission, then he's going to be as sharp as he can. Suit. He fancies the color silver and black, as why his clothes are mostly in that hue of color. And one thing he always wear is that silver Guess watch that his handler gave to him when he graduated from training.
General Appearance:If anything, he isn't ugly. Uriel's well, a sharp looker. While he's not above using this to get what he wants, he's in no way flaunting it around. The hardship of Russia's training managed to get him an athletic/muscled build as well. He'd look like one of those stuck up jocks those schools have. But due to the fact that he's always to himself, silent and calculating, he may give an aura of dread and "don't talk to me or i'll throw a spiked baked potato at your face." While in fact, he won't do that. He'll only gouge your eyes out with a broken MRE spoon.
What Makes Them Them
Personality Description: Uriel is the apparition of cold, calculating, manipulative and all together just plain evil. You see, people had a reason as to why they're evil. And Uriel's reason is that he was so abused, that something snapped inside him and just threw him off the line of sanity to the cliff on insanity, where he's barely holding out. In other words; he's batcrap brutal. One wouldn't really expect such from a boy his age. After all, he's like 18. What could a man his age possibly do to other people? Well this specimen has more than to meet the eye.
Now, Uriel has no regard for human life. He literally doesn't. he doesn't care much about his own life. Well he does, but he's the type of person that would do every logical thing in the book to try to kill you, but when it's muscle to muscle, he won't hesitate to throw his body at you to kill you, even if it's as his own expense. But his regard for other's life is quite minnow compared to his. He literally kills people without flinching. One time in his life, when his mentor asked him what he felt when he shot his victims, he simply shrugged and answered "Recoil." This is what makes him frightening.
But away from that, Uriel's quite the intelligent person as well. Being the Son of Athena, he's no stranger to riddles. But his intelligence took a turn for the worse. He didn't use it to cure cancer, or solve some problems, he used it for his sick profession. Which includes thinking of the fastest yet painful way to kill a person, and how he tricked people into their own deaths, scammed people out of their money's and other ways on how to ruin someone. Not only is he a physically prowess, he's no stranger to psychological assassinations as well.
And if other people's motto is everyone is their best friend until proven otherwise, Uriel's the opposite. He hates everyone, unless they prove that they deserve his respect, or that they deserve to be thrown to another level of his hate. Which would trigger his spy side on you. Don't expect for him to say "Good morning." To you when you greet him with a happy smile. Cause you have approximately five seconds before you get your neck snapped two times.
And of course, emotions. Uriel never showed them. People said that the only emotion he could show is sick happiness and pain. Both of which were hard to get off of him, and if you get either of the two, it meant your butt. Seems like the beating he got simply knocked his human side out and turned him into a shell of anger. One that's a twisted void of apathy, blood and hatred. One may think that Uriel is a sadist, but he's not.he doesn't enjoy killing his victims. Nor does he feel sympathy. He just does what he does without remorse nor pleasure. You can say he doesn't enjoy killing all that much, but he does so as well. Simply cause he can. This doesn't mean that he's going to go shoot out banks though. Stated before, he's calculating. He plans everything, and if it doesn't benefit him, he won't do it. His safety comes first before others.
Likes:
- Martial Arts
- Brutality
- Fear (of him)
- Being in control.
- Death.
- History.
- Greek mythology
- Bladed Weapons and firearms.
- Power
Dislikes:
- Weakness
- People In general
- Love
- Water
- Children with Parents
- Idiots
Fears:
- His death
- Seeing people he hates successful
- Water.
Secrets:
He secretly sings in the shower
Ambitions:
- To retire being an assassin
- To be feared
- To be known.
Powers:
- Skills with firearms, bladed weapons and just weapons in general.
- Hand-To-hand combat
- Strategy Making
- Easily learns skills
- Resourceful
- Natural Fighter
- Minor Magics/Spells.
- Greater Strength/Senses.
Family and History
Personal History: Uriel was born in Moscow, Russia. From former KGB agent Vlad Mikhail. The agent was under the project “Tsar.” Which meant that the selected individuals were to give their children to the Russian Government so that they would be made into the “Perfect.” Assassins and agents. The man wasn't in anyway against the thought of the project. And he even showed him how ruthless he can be before he was sent to the facility. Uriel was never really shown “love.” He was given everything, toys and all that. But his father was never around. If he was, it was because he was conversing with a colleague about something. While Uriel just stood in the corner and played. It wasn't the greatest childhood, but it was become to be a lot worse. After some years, when he was five, he was forced right out of bed at night. A couple of men was at his room and they threw him to a van and his fatherjust nodded and watched as the van took him to somewhere.
After a few hours, a bitter winter night. Right as he was brought in, there were two men. One was in a white suit and aviators, and he had quite the cold expression. While the other one was in an armani suit and had a sympathetic look. The man in the white suit nodded and spoke. His voice was like ice cold daggers. “Good, Agent 38.. Healthy and strong. Come..” And the men took him to a dark room, where he was contained for hours, or maybe even days. Nothing but darkness, he can't even hear anything other than his screams. He couldn't move and even flinch a finger. Little did he know that this was only the first phase of training. To make sure that he wouldn't crack under pressure. Then, with what seemed like days, he was taken out of the room and h thrown into a white room. Where there was a pool of water which sizzled in cold. The men grabbed him by his head and was dipped in water. Before the laughs of the demons erupted, and Uriel just cried.
After what seemed to be months and months of being dipped in cold water and electrocuted, the six year old boy was forced to go on a tight schedule. Right after he was beaten and battered, he was to line up with other children, to kiss the hand of the man in the white suit before going to bed. And every morning again, after breakfast. Where the man will ask them about their progress. And he would tell the future agents stories about Russia, from how the Mongols captured Moscow, to how Ivan The Terrible conquered half of what is Russia today, and how Catherine The Great made Russia into a super power. After his stories,they were to go to their training. And Uriel was already numb. Even if he was deathly afraid of water, he managed to hold on. And when they saw this progress, they advanced him to the next training session. The beaten child, wet and cold was forced into a room where Eli Meir was, Eli Meir was a former Israeli Mossad agent who defected to Russia as a trainer. He was known to be cruel to his student. And by his luck, the man was going to teach him.
At first, it was awful. Eli constantly beat Uriel if he couldn't master the moves. But that only happened for a day, as if something snapped inside the man's head. He followed Eli's action and kept practicing. What Eli saw in him was more than potential when Uriel showed aggressiveness. That he beat the dummies with no question and he showed proficiency in one fighting style Krav Maga. So Eli made his way and turned Uriel into a skilled Martial Artist, after that, the Uriel you know today was slowly being formed after two years of training. Then, came the other trainers which trained him in Jeet Kun Do, Judo and Aikido. The boy was a killing machine at martial arts. Then of course, came the edged weapon training. After a bit of practicing, he was proficient at it. But his forte really lay on another part.
Firearm.
The one who trained Uriel was named Nikolai Kravchenko . The man saw deathly potential when Uriel practically brutalized every target he was given. His proficiency caught the attention f the man in the white suit, and he was examined and studied by the Russian Officials. He was on his way to becoming the ruthless agent he is now. Being battle hardened by his training and all that. T he man wasn't in anyway complete though. Not until his last bit of training which was actually the practical test. Killing. And fortunately, his target were two of his least favorite people.
Vlad and Ziva Boris .
The two former KGB agents turned Mafia lords were at their manor, and Uriel was instructed to kill them so the government would financially support him. His first target was a hard one. The assassin slowly made his way through the manor, where his parents were staying at. The assassin sneak in, on the night, holding the blade, right at their beds. The man jumped and stabbed them in their sleep. As he stared in their eyes, he grinned under the pool of blood. And as he laid in the pool of blood, he went back to the facility. Where he was marked with the tattoo. And he graduated, and was dubbed the “Perfect” Assassin. And he was employed as the top Secret Service assassin. He went on countless of missions. However, one day, his mission was that he should assassinate a man in St. Petersburg. The assassin complied, after a few days, when he was about to go to the man's hotel room, the man grinned at the door he was hiding behind from. And he morphed into something. A Manticore and chased him away. He kept asking for help. But no one would notice him. That is up until his other target, Ziva, noticed. Turned out, she was a mortal who can see through the mist. And she helped him. The seventeen year old assassin was saved by his target. They escaped to the slums. And without second thoughts, right as they got away, Uriel shot Ziva. Dead. After all. it was his mission, right?
He spent three days roaming, till he was found by a half goatman. He was about to flee when the man told him that he was a satyr, and that he was sent to help him so that he was going to be brought to a better place. He complied, and in the plane ride, it was as if someone was conversing with him during the plane ride. Through his mind. A trance of sort. A beautiful armored woman was telling him about his mother. Whom he had no compassion about. The woman's last word was that his father was a brilliant man, and that's why she did love him. As he reached the U.S. he was brought to camp, where he was immediately claimed by Athena. Turns out, the one who conversed with him was Athena. Hence why she said she loved his father, and the mother she was talking about was her. He made quite the name for himself in the two years of him being there. he was in no way approachable. He was seen as overly brutal. He once sent a poor Apollo kid hurling from the training area with a broken arm. But infamy is still fame, his story starts here.
Mortal Parent: Vlad Mikhail, Father, Dead.
Other Family: n/a.
And Finally...
I, URIEL have made this entirely up. I did not rip somebody else’s application from any site, and have followed the rules accordingly.
And…? Yes
