Post by Micheal Coen on Apr 3, 2011 2:42:16 GMT -5
(Michael Coen)
[/color]" Why am I here? Why was I the only one to survive? What is Left for me? "
”Because we are stronger, because we can see the truth.”
My thoughts exactly![/b]
If you have a dream, don't wait. Act.[/color][/center]
FULL NAME: Michael Coen
NICKNAMES: None at present
GENDER: Male
AGE: 26
SEXUALITY: Assumed Straight
AFFILIATION: Neutral
CLASS: Warrior
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
HOME WORLD: He only knows it as Earth.
FACE CLAIM: Graham Spector, Baccano
"If the subject fails to respond, use aggression to liberate his true disposition."
[/b]Right... Did they ever pick the wrong guy for this one.[/color][/font][/center]
LIKES:
Knowing what’s going on.
History
Safety
Reading
Ruins
DISLIKES:
The voice in his head
Constant Fighting
Desperate Situations
Feeling Powerless
Bad Coffee
STRENGTHS:
Can gain the abilities of slain Foes
Prodigious Intellect
The Soul Stealer knows how to fight.
WEAKNESSES:
All but Ineffective without the Soul Stealer
Corruption is seeping into him from the constant absorption of Heartless souls
Constantly lost in all of this heroism business
WEAPON(s):
Soul Stealer: An ancient blade created as a prototype to the keyblade but deemed a failure. It has the power to absorb the energy of those slain by it, and grant the powers held by the absorbed being. However constant exposures to the Darkness of the Universe wears upon the user’s own soul, corrupting it, and mutating the body. For this reason it was deemed a failure and locked away. It can be called to the hand of the one bound to it, and can slay heartless, but that is where all other comparisons to the Keyblades, it helped inspire, end.
APPEARANCE:: Michael is a spy man in his late 20’s. despite the large amount of time spent in the dessert his skin is pale and smooth. His brown hair shows the definite signs of sun-bleaching. His blue eyes are often wide with panic, but a new strange glint has begun to creep into them, and every once in a while sheer madness shines through.
His cloths have changed since he first found himself on another world. Much of his original outfit has been destroyed or exchanged for more practical clothing. Lately he has taken to wearing loose black pants and long sleeve long collar black shirts, although at his neckline on the left side can bee seen some strange black spot on his skin.
PERSONALITY: Michael is not a simple man, but he is very outside his element. He is a dedicated scholar and wishes to learn as much as he can to add to the known history of mankind. However his new situation has already taught him that he knows next to nothing about the truth.
He does not respond to danger with grace or calm, but at times comes to a focus and force of will to make even the greatest fighters envy, however he must be pushed to his hidden depths and given no retreat before he relies on such reserves. He often prefers to avoid a fight and is unhappy with the near constant danger he faces trying to get back home. However in the end Michael is a dedicated man, and while he may bemoan his fate, he will not back down from it.
Lately a new side of his personality has emerged, one that pushes Michael to acts of darkness and vice. It encourages greed and revels in suffering, and is pushing Michael to accept the inevitable and watch the worlds burn.
HISTORY: Michael was once a skilled and talented archeologist, once upon a distant time. His team had been studying the ruins discovered recently in the deep desert. Inside these ruins he found many strange weapons and cryptic warnings of an otherworldly threat. His team paid these warnings no heed as they delved throughout the ruins.
One night there was a great sandstorm and they were forced to take shelter within the ruins. As the night grew dark strange creatures began to appear. Forced into a corner by these creatures that seemed to resist conventional weapons Michael took up one of the blades and defended himself. He was surprised to find his actions led by the blade into an intricate dance, and even more surprised to find the blade slaying these creatures of darkness with ease.
As he felt the new power enter him he watched his world torn apart around him and wished desperately for salvation. He awoke to find himself in Traverse Town. It did not take him long to find out what had happened, but no one knew anything about the strange blade he carried. He soon discovered that parts of those struck down by it were transferred to him.
He saw the immediate power inherent to this and grew concerned. How could anybody be trusted with such a blade. So he vowed to only use it in defense of others, and to aid him in his quest to find his home, unaware that he would never have the power to recover it.
He has seen many worlds, and killed many heartless, never once freeing the heart to be captured by the darkness, and obtaining strange and dangerous powers. However he is no closer now then he was before, and now the absorbed heartless is beginning to corrupt him, and soon he will succomb to his dark desires and be reborn as a creature of darkness.
You can come here and see me anytime.
[/b]I'll always be right here.[/color]
hello, my name is Alan and i am of the
Male species. i am 23 and i have 11
years experience and i found this site on Jade’s IM Window.
you can contact me by PM
Light and Darkness are eternal.[/b]
Nothing probably goes on forever, except me.[/color]
(Not Related to Michael)
In a far distant corner of the universe on a small planet populated by the unwanted and the forgotten a small hole formed in the air.
A strange black ooze dripped from this hole and fell onto the ground. Immediately the plant life around it began to become blighted and die as the ooze grew larger.
The hole closed as the ooze began to move away, killing everything near it. This world was inhospitable, draining, but life was still abundant and that was all that was needed in the end.
It continued to roll through the woodlands feeding on everything it could find until it had enough energy to assume a rough form. A thin strand shot from the middle and bent in mid air. It hit the ground and began to push against it, dragging a torso from the ooze.
A bubble formed on the top of the torso as a second arm emerged. This bubble pushed upward and a spit opened into it as a strange mouth and two more holes opened in it, filling with a red light.
The arms reached up and grabbed a low hanging branch. The branch began to twist and rot as the being pulled itself up forming legs from the ooze.
It began to shakily walk through the woods, gaining more substance as more and more died around it. It came to the edge of the woods and saw a small girl playing.
She looked up the the creature standing before her. It looked like a monster made of tar and a voice in her mind told her to run.
Just as she turned away the creature struck. Tendrils shot out from it's chest and ensnared the child. She screamed as she was quickly pulled into it. The sudden silence was eerie when she was quickly subsumed by the entity.
The creatures skin changed to a pale white as the unused destiny was gathered to power itself. It chuckled as a gothic eye formed on it's smooth skin. Now to gather the rest of the energy. After all, he had a busy day, readying the end of the universe and his final ascension.
In a far distant corner of the universe on a small planet populated by the unwanted and the forgotten a small hole formed in the air.
A strange black ooze dripped from this hole and fell onto the ground. Immediately the plant life around it began to become blighted and die as the ooze grew larger.
The hole closed as the ooze began to move away, killing everything near it. This world was inhospitable, draining, but life was still abundant and that was all that was needed in the end.
It continued to roll through the woodlands feeding on everything it could find until it had enough energy to assume a rough form. A thin strand shot from the middle and bent in mid air. It hit the ground and began to push against it, dragging a torso from the ooze.
A bubble formed on the top of the torso as a second arm emerged. This bubble pushed upward and a spit opened into it as a strange mouth and two more holes opened in it, filling with a red light.
The arms reached up and grabbed a low hanging branch. The branch began to twist and rot as the being pulled itself up forming legs from the ooze.
It began to shakily walk through the woods, gaining more substance as more and more died around it. It came to the edge of the woods and saw a small girl playing.
She looked up the the creature standing before her. It looked like a monster made of tar and a voice in her mind told her to run.
Just as she turned away the creature struck. Tendrils shot out from it's chest and ensnared the child. She screamed as she was quickly pulled into it. The sudden silence was eerie when she was quickly subsumed by the entity.
The creatures skin changed to a pale white as the unused destiny was gathered to power itself. It chuckled as a gothic eye formed on it's smooth skin. Now to gather the rest of the energy. After all, he had a busy day, readying the end of the universe and his final ascension.
CREDIT TO ZYDRATE ANATOMY FOR THE APPLICATION TEMPLATE !!!
*Lyrics changed from original app
