TGO: Mikhail

Name: Mikhail

Age: 5 years
Gender:Male
Breed: Kurilian bobtail

Chaw: Dark

Magic:

Oblivion: Lv 5

Summoning: Lv 2

Job:Shade Kaiser

Faction: None

Home #: A12

Items:

Black cloak: Most of the time Mikhail will be wearing his dark cloak. The hood shields most of his face from being seen by the public. he often uses it to shroud himself in shadows when on important business. The gold chain on the front and buckle have the Shade's crest.

Gloves: More often than not word by Mikhail, usually on missions to keep his paws clean and keep a good grip on his blade.

Blade and Chain: His favorite weapon, hand crafted in Mikhail's personal smithing area. He created the design to match his fighting style of hitting hard heavy and fast while also being able to subdue a criminal. The handle of the blade can be detached.

Belt: Uses to hand his blade and chain from while also being able to hold schilling notes ect.

Talents: Blacksmithing: Before becoming Shade Kaiser, Mikhail often dabbled with blacksmithing, creating his own weapons out of ore's of different types. Now with his duties he has little time to do so and he instead buy's his weapons.

Fighting: Mikhail had been fighting long before he was a shade, and has studied in several different arts and can fight hand to hand, with a weapon, and using magic though he much rather used his blade.

Stealth: During his training as a shade Mikhail spent a lot of time developing his skills in stealth, something he desperately needed because of his size. As of today Mikhail is working on figuring a way to use Oblivion spells to wrap ones self into the shadows.

Personality:

Secluded: Preferring to keep to himself most of the time, the lonely shade kaiser does not often enjoy the luxury of companions or loved ones. He often spends his free time reading or blacksmithing in his house alone, instead of enjoying the beaches, market, ect. It is only when his shades insist that he enjoy something that he might begin to open up to another and show his true self a kindhearted tom only looking to protect those from the harm he had faced as a kit.


Quick to Anger:When working he can be very quick to anger, especially when working with assassins and guild members. He can often snap and threaten execution, though he necessarily have the power to do so.

Merciless: When it comes to criminals, Mikhail will never show mercy. He sees Crime and innocence in black and white. There is no grey area for him. He is quick to take out drunkards and thieves, quick to accuse, and quick to prosecute. If fighting with someone Mikhail will not hold back an inch of strength.

Kindhearted: To those who know him well enough, Mikhail is actually a big softie. He has a very soft spot for young ones in distress and can often be seen donating his own coin to the orphanage. He also feels the need to be incredibly polite to females which can be seen when he will almost always refer to them as 'Ma'am' and 'Miss' and 'Madam'


Doubtful: Mikhail doesn't really have a positive outlook on alot of things but he tries his best not to show it. He is quick to lose faith in others and doubt himself. He prefers to stick to his own schedule to prevent this.

History: The beginning

Mikhail was born a healthy kit to his mother Orethana, who also bore another son Fennec. The brothers were quick to grow and venture off from their home to play in the forests. The two of them loved to butt heads and compete to see who was the strongest fastest and smartest. Fennec was always the winner of these competitions, though it did not discourage Mikhail, rather it gave him someone to look up to. Back at home, things were far from ideal. Mikhail's father Nikolai was an abusive drunk who beat his two sons every night on his way home from the taverns. He also often subjected the boys to beating sessions during the day when he wasn't drinking.

Tragedy Strikes
It was just past All hallows eve when Mikhail's mother fell ill, and try as the boys might, they could not take care of her without the proper medication. With their father spending every cent the family owned on his drinking, the boys turned to less desirable ways of work. They joined a group of thug to make some extra schillings. The two of them worked together to steal money from whoever the two brute like boys could find. Soon enough the brothers were collecting enough schillings to help pay for their mothers potions, if it would only last. During the winter's harsh winds and cold night, Orethana passed away in her sleep, much to the despair of Fennec and Mikhail, and to the anger of Nikolai.

Times Deteriorate
With the passing of Orethana, Nikolai's drunken mannerisms increased and he depended on the boys to bring in schillings for food and his ale. With the boys more involved in their work with the thugs they started to get into more danger. nearing the end of the winter season, two gangs of thugs began to dispute over territory. One night, the two factions clashed with Fennec and Mikhail in the middle of it. The two were not well trained with swords so during the battle they took heavy damage. During the fight Mikhail noticed a familiar face. A legionary solider who was leading the opposite group of thugs and bandits. It shocked the young tom so thoroughly that a legionary solider could be corrupted like that, it had shaken him to the core. and as the blood filled night drone on, the two brothers grew weary their defenses fell and Mikhail was struck in the face, slicing his hear open and leaving a long gash along his eye. His brother wasn't as fortunate. The Legionary solider stuck him through and through and left him to bleed out on the cobblestone streets pained red with bloodshed. Mikhail tried his best to revive him but it was too late, leaving the sobbing tom holding his dead brother, promising he wouldn't let anything like this happen again.

Struggling to soar
Stricken with grief over the loss of his brother so soon after his mother Mikhail dropped into a deep depressive state, his father abandoning the tom and leaving the empire. Mikhail then lived at the orphanage, though he was reaching the age where the older cats were kicked out. It was then to his first stroke of luck that a black smith named Hans stopped by and noticed Mikhail's build, and adopting him. Though the young dark didn't consider Hans a father, he considered him a mentor as he was taught the ways of smithing. Mikhail's quick to learn attitude helped him master the art of bar weaving and smelting, along with weapon casting. Though Mikhail still felt that empty feeling on the inside and though he enjoyed the art he so love, he wanted to make a difference. During a recruitment time, Mikhail bid farewell to Hans and joined up for Shades training.

Finding one's place
Mikhail excelled in the shade academy, his brute strength and passion gained him great praise from the Shade Kaiser. He was the largest tom in the shade and often struggled with stealth and speed though, so for a long time he practiced, and along the way he began to discover his abilities with dark magic. And as Mikhail became a full fledged Shade, he had finally found the place where he belonged. Where he could show the empire what he could really do.

Ascension
Mikhail took his job seriously, and was good at it too. He quickly climbed the ranks to become one of the Shade Kaisers most trusted shades, he assisted with many of the missions and helped tank down a notorious murderer. And upon the Shade Kaiser's failing health Mikhail was named his successor. Though some doubted his skill, because of his age. Mikhail vowed to prove them wrong.

Currently
Mikhail is working on getting his shades in shape and investigating the recent activity between the guilds and the uprising of violence with assassins.


Additional Info:

-Mikhail does not drink because of his father. he finds it to be unhealthy and a bad habit, along with a waste of time.

-Mikhail loves to collect art, and if any are luck to see into his home they can clearly see the time a schillings he has put into collecting.

-Mikhail blacksmiths in his free time, he owns his own equipment and makes his own weapons.

Relationships: TBA

Roleplay Sample: Creaaaaaaaak the large doors that opened up to the Frozen palace opened and closed with a dark figure heading out and down the steps towards the gates. The hood upon the dark tom shrouded his scarred face like a mask of darkness. In his paws he held a blade and chain, glimmering in the faded light of the moon that shone through from rithingar. Passing through the gate past a couple of legionary soldiers he headed towards the market place. It was not often that the Shade Kaiser would have to report to King Jasper, but for once, the kind would not speak to him. Assumingly something had happened with one of the heirs, despicable runts. Her didn't see why Akelo felt the need to train the brats. All they would be good for would be sitting on that throne all day. He spat tot he side and shifted his gaze around the lantern lit streets. Not a cat in sight as he padded upright along the cobblestone path that led into he market place. He had hoped his word had reached his Shades that he required a companion on a small mission for a guild dealer, underground scum that Mikhail might be able to squeeze so word out about the guilds plans.

His ears perked up underneath his hood listening for any cats nearby or criminals up to no good. Nothing but an annoying cricket... Grumbling irritably the Shade Kaiser ran up and between two snone walled buildings launching himself up to the outcropping roof where he could see all over the marketplace. Her perched up on the corner and kept his large blade in hand as he scanned the surrounding area endlessly. "And so the night begins "