Mikel Machnerum

[mikel]

Mikel Machnerum

Character Play-by: Matthew Mcconaughey

name:Mikel Machnerum
age:440
gender:Male
orientation:New Zealand
race:Charmer
birthplace: Wellington, New Zealand
current location:Seattle, Washington
occupation:Stock Market Exchange

personality: Mikel’s life demands a higher quality of living and therefore a higher quality of appreciation for things. Mikel’s personality can be very easily placed under one word. Refined. Mikel is a man of luxury and his personality demands such luxury. Mikel is poised, sophisticated and delicate with his words and actions. Needless to say Mikel doesn’t take anything for granted and doesn’t take anyone lightly. He is not someone that will ever be overconfident or under confident of anyone, even himself. There is no doubt that Mikel can come off as an extremely haughty and prideful person and he does pride himself on a great many of things. Mikel would simply say that he knows the order of things and the count of them as well. Mikel is not prideful, he is just confident, more confident that most at least.

Mikel, by his very nature and trade requires him to be a very elusive and mysterious person. Mikel enjoys the mysterious and deep things of the world and as such he becomes mysterious like the things he studies. He comes and goes as he pleases and has been known to show up in random places in the most random of times for the most random of reasons. Mikel’s reasons are his own and his world is his own. Mikel never feels the need to fully explain himself to anyone unless further benefits himself in some way. Mikel is not someone that is going to divulge information very quickly under any circumstance. Mikel understands the order of things and he understands who holds power and who doesn’t. He understands how to control people with words and with…other things… and he understands what make people and the world turn. Perhaps he is a genius or perhaps not, but there is more evidence to the first.

detailed history: Mikel Machnerum was born in the year 1470 on the island of New Zealand. At the time the island was scarcely populated and those that were on the island were mostly natives and cannibals and not civilized folk. Mikel was born into one of the few somewhat civilized communities to the normal family that people would expect. One of the things that need to be established is a little history where exactly Mikel was in the world. On this particular part of the island it was quite common for magic and sorcery as well as voodoo to be used frequently. It was an art practiced by the natives and the foreigners, as Mikel and his family were, never quite understood its ramifications. Mikel was born like any other baby but what was different about his birth was what happened on the same night. A comet struck the island and for some, the local folklore among the natives was that a baby would be born the same night with skin as white as the fire from the comet. It was on that night the village Mikel was born into was stormed and virtually overrun by what the two people that escaped said were “shadow demons”. Whatever the case was, Mikel’s parents were killed and Mikel was stolen away into the forest to be with those that would become his family the next generation of his life.

Mikel can’t remember the majority of his childhood until he was about twelve. That was the night he was truly brought into the world and his destiny was revealed to him by the natives. Apparently the comet was a prophesied one and the babe that was born on the same night was to be the most powerful of all charmers none to those on the island. Mikel was sent through a number of rituals that included sexual intercourse with multiple people, male and female, bathing in the blood of ravens and goats, and eating the flesh of the sacrificial child for his new birth ceremony. There was no doubt that this was a ceremony were the dark forces of the world were heavily involved. Mikel can remember being naked on the ground with those in the village chanting and singing around him while an invisible force pressed upon him and toyed with him, lifting his body and creating incisions that he has to this day. The ceremony lasted until morning and Mikel was then placed was a coffin and buried until the next night. He was knocked unconscious which preserved the air so he could live until the next night. The next night he was “resurrected” in his “new birth” as a charmer and to the people on the island, he was to be “The Charmer.”

For the next untold time period of his life Mikel would experience the dark forces of the world strongly as he was taught voodoo, magic, controlling of spirits, people, illusion and anything else that could be conjured by the darkness of Sheol. That was the name Mikel came to associate from where his power came from. He never really aged, never really understood why but liked the power he was given. Unfortunately, there was a toll for playing with the darkness and that was that those around him began to die to disease, plague and other mysterious things. Those in his village offered human sacrifices to Mikel to appease him, believing Mikel was the cause. Mikel accepted but the plagues continued until finally the village was overrun by the English in 1898. Mikel, seeking to go elsewhere than this tiny island, allowed the British to take him...wondering what mayhem he could create elsewhere. Mikel was put onto a ship for the new world that was apparently bigger than anything he had ever known. The ship would never reach the new world and crashed on the island of Haiti that had not quite been established. Mikel arose alone from the wreckage of the ship and was literally met on the island by the local witch doctor. He was surrounded by his people and warriors from his tribe and other witch doctors that had come. Mikel looked on them, their dark skin, and their naked bodies as nothing to be fretted. He could control minds and bodies to his will. His eyes clouded over and he began to chant but before anything incantation could be completed the others began the same.

Mikel had never faced any other charmers, any other sorcerers that had ever challenged him in a battle of dark forces. Those in his village had accepted his power and none had dared to match him or fight him. This was the first time and Mikel was utterly confused about what to do. Mikel remembers seeing his own shadows turning and coming towards him, his own illusions being destroyed, fire consuming him and nothing but the ocean itself saving him. The burns remain… Darkness is not to be toyed with by those that do not know its power, and even those that might claim such. Apparently his presence was felt by the other charmers before he even arrived and they knew his power and could sense it. Mikel would never set foot on Haiti again and on that day two curses were placed on Mikel that remain to this day. Mikel could remember incantations about dreams and illusions that he would understand later in his life. He also remembered hearing something about being tortured a lifetime of many men. The second thing that would affect him was that Mikel would never be allowed to set foot in water without feeling the same burning of the flames that he experienced when he used the water to douse him from the flames.

Mikel would awaken on the mainland of Louisiana in New Orleans, alone, scared, beaten and still confused. He was on a shore and it was night and a full moon at that. He struggled up but once again was met on the shore by what and who he would call his master for the next forty years of his life. There were many things about Mikel’s powers and about Charmers that Mikel had never grasped from such crude training in New Zealand. Charmers all a link, all were chosen at birth and had a genetic mark below their left ear that indentified them. Apparently the ability that Mikel had to control magic was not his own but many others like him. All of it though was a curse, dating back many years that his master, who never had a name other than master, told him. Mikel would never tell anyone besides another Charmer. From that time, Mikel learned of his true power, the power to control people’s minds and their literal bodies, not just illusions. It required much more concentration than anything Mikel could have imagined previously. Mikel was told about the dead and dark creatures of the world, the vampires, the hybrids, the shifters, and the werecreatures. He was taught their weaknesses and finally the controlling of vampires through necromancy and art that only the strongest Charmers could learn and those could be counted on one hand.

Mikel watched his master wither into darkness after the world wars. Mikel never saw a man so troubled and tortured by thoughts at the end of his life. Mikel had done many things in his life by the images Mikel could read in the mind of his master were too great from him to comprehend and too hard for him to even want to imagine. Mikel killed his master out of pity after his master signed over his property and will to Mikel. The year was 1957 and Mikel became Mr. Machnerum. Mikel was overly intelligent and was well trained to work the ways of the world. It helped to be able to control people’s minds and thoughts and fear was a beautiful influencer in the stock market. Mikel invested and became extremely wealthy. He could not invest in his own name; however, because Mikel had noticed something about himself. He had never aged in the past fifty years and he didn’t know how long his life would be, surely he couldn’t be alive and selling things for multiple lifetimes of men. So he had people that he worked behind, sold behind, used and profited from until he became an extremely wealthy individual. Mikel was a shadow man, never seen by the public, never mentioned in a newspaper. It was known that he owned insurance companies and parts of Apple, Microsoft, Wayne enterprises, Wal-Mart, but no one ever knew Mikel for he always kept to himself and his name out of everything.

Mikel was a visionary and he knew that too much press was never good, especially when he lived a secret life that no one needed to know. Mikel was a man of stature, attending only the most formal balls and banquets with the most popular people and even those were rare occasions, but no one knew what he did after those events. He was a killer, a cold hearted man that ravished the minds of the dead, those that threatened his cause. He personally hunted and killed other charmers for the better part of thirty years until he was convinced there were no more left on the eastern coast. That was when he moved to Seattle Washington, establishing a home and rekindled his hunt. Mikel was determined to be the last charmer, to be the last of his kind. He had a link with charmers as did all charmers in meditation. He used it to hunt and many times it was used on him. Mikel; though, was strong and had the dead things of the world to serve him as assassins. Besides, no one knew his weaknesses and those that had cursed him were long since dead.

Mikel created a wall around his mind as well as around his home; which became a fortress. He was guarded by number men and women that were not human. Mikel used mind control and the greatest power of the known world, money, to his advantage. He had so much, the world at his fingertips, life, women, money, fear, and he was becoming the last of his kind. He felt stronger with each kill, more powerful. He loved that power. Yet, one thing still toyed with him. His dreams were haunted, and his nights were sleepless. Every night he dreamt of the ocean around him on fire. A voice would come to him, a deep and raspy one, and the one from the island reminding him of the torture he would endure for the remainder of his life. Mikel regretted sleep, feared and hated it. He avoided it and no matter the drugs, spells or incantations, could he ever have a night that was peaceful. His scars would burn and the marks would turn a bright red from simply the memory of the burning. However, on the outside, he was Mikel Machnerum, poised and ready to take on the world and anyone that contended for power with him.

fears: Water, his dreams, a charmer more powerful than himself
strengths: He is one of the oldest charmers, powerful enough to control the dead, witty, cunning, maniacal, not afraid to exploit and use others even to death
weaknesses: He can’t set foot in water, he can be very weak sometimes because of lack of rest due to dreams. He is susceptible to confident people and those that don’t fear him immediately. He will try to “prove” himself, sometimes in dumb ways
likes: Money, power, lust, control
dislikes:Anyone trying to rival him, vampires, werewolves, any creature that could rival him really

facial appearance: Look at Banner
clothing: He is always dressed promptly, perfectly and neatly. He wears suits and ties and he is well groomed and always smelling nice.
build: He is well built, ready for a brawl and intimidating to anyone. He is 6:3 and 200 lbs
marks/scars: He has a mark under his left ear and burns on his right side as well as cuts on his arms.
species appearance: Human

your name: Tyler
age: 20
how long have you been roleplaying?: Long time
how did you find us?: Um….your admin
codeword:

roleplay sample: The song stopped abruptly and Habrion knew that whomever was singing had been alerted to something and Habrion assumed that it was him. After all he had been just randomly talking to himself in a cave in which he didn’t really know the occupants. Habrion began to analyze what he knew for certain. He knew that the voice was a woman’s voice from what he had heard. He also knew that the voice was beautiful and elegant and not belonging to a dwarf woman. So, that meant that there was indefinitely either a woman or an elf in the cave with him. Habrion wondered whether or not there was another elf as foolish as him to be wandering around in heavily occupied dwarven territory but there wasn’t much reason for a woman to be in the cave either. Either way; however, Habrion felt a little safer knowing that he wasn’t going to have to fight a male. Habrion would never underestimate a female’s ability to fight but he was much more cautious of a male’s ability. It was nothing against women; it was just that he had never met one that could match him in combat.

Habrion remained silent but continued to move forward. He had vigilant elven eyes and his ears were just as keen. He listened and tried to hear something, anything that would give away the woman’s position. He heard nothing and his mind started working again. The fact that he heard nothing in a cave that was full of echoes meant one very simple thing. The female that he was thinking of was light footed and no woman could remain quiet enough for him not to hear in a place where any sound was amplified. He was dealing with an elven woman and that was a very curious thought. It was also a bit more soothing to him. He had no reason to fight an elven woman, or any elf for that matter if she was indeed an elven woman then she would most definitely know of him. Habrion was well known in Mirkwood from hundreds of years he spent there and was now much more formally known as the ruler of Rivendell. He wondered; however, if he should somewhat keep his identity concealed at least for a time. Then he felt the presence of the woman behind her reaffirmed by her voice and her question and then a very bold statement.

Habrion made no aggressive movements, no quick hand gestures, no sudden spins or head gyrations. He remained still, his hands innocently at his waist and he waited for a moment before he responded. He was well concealed within his cloaks and she would not have been able to see his face in darkness if he decided to turn around. It mattered not because this was a matter of words and not a matter of swords. “That is a bold statement she elf.” Habrion whispered his voice tranquil and resolute. “Who is to say I am not a skilled warrior that match and perhaps surpass you in combat? Could you not have been more pleasant in your approach and introduction? Your voice in and of itself is to soothing to be used in such an aggressive tone my dear.” Habrion paused, very slowly raising his hands from his waist, reassuring his peacefulness. “You need not fear me for unless harm is done to me, you shall receive none. I come peacefully to this place in search of no battle and no quarrel, do not give me one.”

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