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Имя: Mikhail Vlasii (Михаи́л Власий)
Время: Twenty-Two years old.
Дата рождения: August 20, 1988. 10:30 p.m.
Псевдоним: Mikaruge/Mika/Vlasii

Род: Male
Сексуальная ориентация: Pansexual
Высота: 6'5 ft.
Вес: 247 lbs.

Структура тела: Lanky/Semi-Muscular
Цвет глаза: Neon Yellow
Цвет волос: Blond (Neon Green Highlights)
Выравнивание: Neutral Evil

Personality

Mika Mika Mikaruge. The insane oddity of a young adult male trying to do his best to simply live. He has been around, he will be around obviously, and he doesn't plan on dying anytime soon. So stop ******** asking!

He is the charmer.
He is the smart one.
He is the witty.
The strong.
The brave.
The comic.

And the just downright insane person. Most of his time is spent being a basement dweller and surfing on the internet. His favorite thing to do is lurk on 4chan during the evenings before going to bed while masturbating to whatever porn he seems to be in the mood for at that time. If he finds porn on 4chan, all the better!

He works, yes yes, everyone must make a living! Where he works? Well, let's just say he is somewhat unemployed right now. GIVE HIM A JOB PLZ! KTHNXBAI!
Yet, right now, he is simply mooching off of his grandmother's inheritance in a common single story apartment building. Yes, he smokes, yes he drinks, and no he doesn't share.

And yet, you ask what makes this man so crazy? Can't really say actually, but his comrades simple call him the crazy dude that he is. There have been times where he's had sex at a carnival, ate out of a trash can, and even got so pissed off at a troll on the website once that he actually hunted the kid down and beat him up. Takes a real man to do some serious s**t like that!

Likes

-Mika, or Mikaruge, loves many a thing. He is rather fond of his internet and prefers technology over the company of human beings. He is the geek that was always picked on at school due to his high levels of mathematical and scientific skills.

-He enjoys Newports, ******** Marlboro. Those are for redneck cowboys!

-Vodka is the blood of Mother Russia!

-The Motherlands and everything about it! He loves his mother Russia. Any insult about commies and whatnot will usually go noticed and a mouth full of his fist.

-Games. Mikaruge is a gamer man that loves his games just as any other gamer does. Although what kind of game? Hell, he'll play anything as long as it's on a game console and a good enough storyline to keep him distracted.

-Men/women/hermaphrodites/bisexuals/homosexuals/heterosexuals/transgendered/transsexuals/etc. etc. etc. Love is love. It knows no gender.

-Autumn. That time of year is just so peaceful and welcoming. It can sometimes be cold one day, but later on, warm up enough to go walking about. And the beautiful scenery of nature is just great!

-Oktoberfest. A 6+ day celebration of nothing, but games, alcohol, good people, and good food. The German's did something right on this holiday.

-Dogs. Mutts commonly, and toy/tiny dogs don't count. Those are not dogs, they are accessories.

-Borscht. A soup that comes in multiple flavors. Serve it hot. Serve it cold. Either way it's delicious.

-Cooking/Feeding others. Mikaruge enjoys making people happy even though he is a freaking nutcase. If he is in love, his common attitude is to usually smother them with attention, and by smothering, he means with overindulgence in food.

-Tomboys. He loves a girl that can get down and dirty with the guys.

-Femboys. Hey, he can't help it, they're just like girls..but guys..that and he is super masculine so this just seems like a bit of a plus.

-Piercings. The art of stabbing yourself multiple times so people can gawk at your disfigured body on a daily basis.

-Tattoos. The art of applying permanent ink upon yourself multiple times so people can gawk at your disfigured, but oddly arousing, body on a daily basis.

Dislikes

-Preps/Jocks. Yes, he shot down a few of these bastards in his prime when he was in school. Every bullet was worth it and well deserved.

-Anime/Manga. KWAAII DESU DESU! etc. etc. Stop that s**t. It's annoying. He can only tolerate so much anime now days and the only thing that makes him angry has to be some stupid American female with Neko cat ears saying anime stuff from like a cartoon and acting Japanese. Shut up, he's been to many parts of the Asian Country. They don't act like that. AT ALL.

-Ramen. He doesn't like anything that look like worms. ick.

-Cats. Stuck up snooty little women with over sized furr coats that expect you to feed and clean them.

-Summer. It's too hot, it's too active. Everyone and everything is all sweaty, sticky, and warm. ew.

-Pork. you won't see him eating it. You won't see him cooking it.

-Religion. He's not an atheist. He's not anything. He doesn't really give a damn on where he came from or what's going to happen to him.

-Cocaine. One hell of a drug. Don't do it.

-Beer/Beer by products. The wimpy/piss water of real, hard drinks.

-Whores. Men or women, he hates seeing one being bounce back and fourth between partners/lovers just for the thrill of sex.

-Love. He hates it and loves it, but it's one hell of an addiction. He's paranoid, so give him time people. All the interrogation, the questions, and the pent up fear is well worth the wait. He's an orgasmic/romantic lover if you ever get the chance to be with him.

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The Mad Scientist

Name: Mordicai JenTusiki
Alias: Dr. M
Age: Appears 27
Height: 6'7
Weight: 281
Body Structure: Well Toned/Muscular
Blood Type: O+/Radiation
Occupation: Mad Scientist/Bio-Nuclear Physicist/Genetic Mutations Expert
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual (75%-female 25%-male)
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Preferred Meals: Women/Dead People/Children
Favorite Meal: Roasted Salted Pork/Steamed Broccoli/Freshly Baked Asian Woman/Fine glass of red wine mixed with fresh blood.
Disliked Meals: Most Anthromorphs/Chicken/Fast Food.
Favorite Candy: Laffy Taffy
Favorite Color: Crimson or Fleshy Pink
Favorite Snack: Chocolate Coated, Cream Filled, Nerds
Favorite Body Part: The Liver
Favorite Body Part to eat: Eyeballs

History

We creep on back towards the era of World War Two, it is a very cold and very dark night in Germany. A woman of beauty, a geisha whom had escaped with a man, a resistance man whom was a well known man, but mysterious. Anonymous and secretive were their lives and yet, being in the middle of war wasn't a place to grow their newly born child.

The birthing was difficult and the bleeding wouldn't stop. She was having complications, the contractions weaker and her body was just too frail. At least the child had survived though and he was a bouncing baby boy. His hair ashen blond-brown color and his mother's eyes that could charm any being. Such a sweet little boy, he didn't even cry. As if he knew of the dangers if the soldiers discovered that they were there.

His mother lived long enough to cradle her first son, to love him, and just enough time to feel his warmth. The next day, his father, his aunt, and his cousin buried her in the cold winter morning. Sadly, the ground was too hard...too frozen and covered with ice. They had no choice, but to throw the body in the woods nearby where hungry wolves were quick to devour the corpse. At that moment when his mother was being eaten...the boy opened his eyes...and didn't cry.

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The first few years of life were the same; growing up, learning how to walk, how to talk, and how to read and write. The boy had still been unnamed, his father was still very unsure of what to call his only son. The boy was a beautiful child, he always had a smile on his face and with the forever and constant workings of his father, the boy only knew of his aunt and his cousin.

The man was part of a Resistance against Nazis coming into the main front lines. Most missions involved sneaking, spying, and stealing information so more missions would build up to ambushes and attacks. The group was small, but their might and courage was greater that many did not expect. With risking his life daily for his son, the man could not help but keep emotional distant with the lad. The fighting and brutal nature was bound to split them up anyways.

Sadly, the boy would not allow this to happen! By the age of six, he had his mind set in joining his father in the fight. He always dreamed, side by side with his father, fighting and killing Nazis. Going on dangerous, life threatening missions, and coming out alive while saving a few victims on the side, and becoming heroes in the end! He trained his body, honed it perfectly, teaching himself self defense and martial arts to the point of perfection.

By the age of ten, his auntie had named him properly, the boy now became Mordicai. A well suited name for a boy like himself! In whole though, he didn't care too much for the name, he knew of his Japanese-Jewish decent, and he knew that one day that the Nazis would come for him. So what could a lad do in this time of strife, but to only eat, breathe, and think nothing, but killing and fighting.

A dreadful day happened, something that would rip him from his mind. He was only sixteen too, oh so young for someone his age to be tortured. Somehow, the Nazis had decided to make their adventures deepen beyond the city to explore the farmlands. Where there was farming, there was food and delectable hiding spots to find more Jews. Bringing with them six trucks, a small tank, and a General, the soldiers were well prepared for any tricks that were bound to happen. Everyone went quite well with the demands of the Nazi men, they gave them what they wanted, allowed them to explore and trash their homes, and the men were quick to go on their way.

Then, they came to the last house on the hill where Mordicai, his aunt, and his cousin were busy working on lunch and bringing in fire wood. At the time, Mordicai wasn't too far off, helping his cousin chop some wood and collect it properly, yet when they heard a shrill cry, the knew something was amiss. Both lads were quick to grab their axes and return home to find four Nazi soldiers tearing up their home and taunting their Aunt. Being Japanese, they teased and abused her for her looks, hitting her, throwing her around and attempting to have their way with her. The old woman was a fighter though, and fought back the best she could. Sadly, she struck one of the soldiers with a brick and his companions were quick to shoot her down. Silent and tears down his cousin's eyes, both boys could do nothing but watch the Nazis not only kill their kin, but also rape the corpse and take whatever they please from their home.

They sat there behind the house for a good two hours after the men left, cold and numb, unable to do anything. This is possibly when the innocence of Mordicai's mind snapped in two and shoved him into what the man he is today. His cousin wished to escape, to possibly find his father, yet Mordicai wished to hunt down the man and find revenge, they argued and snapped at each other. Curses were tossed and so were fists. Both boys ended up attacking each other in the icy snow, yet he was the one that grabbed the axe and struck the final blow of the blade hitting his cousin's skull.

Mordicai did not cry, he felt the first bittersweet taste of guilt and rage, but he enjoyed the taste. Saying a prayer, the young boy picked up the bloody axe and rummaged the last bit of the house he could pick up. Nothing...nothing was left. The furniture was turned over and most of the food had been taken. Only the corpse of his aunt still warm lay before him. Suddenly, a growing hunger sprung fourth. With all of the distractions and fear through his mind, he had forgotten about his own self health. But..there was nothing to eat...he would just have to ignore his stomach for right now..

Six days passed, Mordicai stayed in the same spot for six days. He was unable to leave his home for some reason, he clung to it like flies to honey and couldn't force himself to leave the only place he called home. Yet, on the side, he expected, hoped...prayed that his father would possibly return to take him away to start a new life of working side by side with him in the Resistance. Starving and paper thin, the boy was dying. He seriously needed to find food, but he was too weak to go hunting, and the cold was starting to get to him as well. The only thing that kept him company was the cold corpse of his aunt and the corpse of his cousin outside buried in the snow......he needed to eat...yet such things were barbaric..unheard of..twisted. Yet, as he thought over his whole life, had his life not been one cluster ******** after another of barbaric and twisted things? And with this...what would such a little conflict do to him?

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More years passed of course and after a good while, Mordicai did leave his past in the past. His main goal was to find his father, that childish dream of his was the only thing he had pure to him, and even that was soon going to be corrupted. He did what his father did, or of what his father told him he did; he saved the weak, became the brave, and killed some ******** Nazis.

Then it came to the grand age of eighteen, where the boy became a man and he created his own twisted initiation of eating the eyeball of a high ranking officer. His first taste of raw eyeballs grew into a delectable and rather entertaining hobby of his. Even over the past few years, he had obtained the name; Nazi Eater. He wore the title proudly by carving his teeth to a sharp point.

Possibly the most happiest day of his life was when he discovered the Resistance by mistake. More or less, he had disguised himself as a Nazi, and had found himself knocked over the head and captured. He was interrogated and tortured, yet after a few rounds of punching and loosing his left pinkie finger, he had told his captors his father's name. They were quick to beg for mercy and untie him before guiding him to his father. They did not welcome each other with a loving embrace, they had both become hard and brutal. Emotional warmth had escaped them and the situation was quite awkward at best.

Mordicai's goal and dream had been met, by the end of the week, he had fought side by side with his father. Of course, he questioned his father over some situations in the past. As in; Why had he not come to save them? How did he not know? Where the hell was he during all the bloodshed?! His father did not explain his absence, which obviously angered Mordicai. How could a man that he had looked up to as a hero abandon his only son, his only family and bloodline to die in cold bloodshed. The man was part of the Resistance! He would have known at least a day, possibly two days, ahead of time to give them a warning to escape, to hide in the woods! Or at least obtain his companions and fight back!

His questions would lead him on the opposing side of enemy lines. In the end, his revenge of the Nazi scum would be distracted by the growing hatred of his own father.

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The ending is gory in the lesser sense, yet quite detailed. There was a drastic situation that led Mordicai and his father into a tight situation. They had a choice between escaping the problem and returning later on that night to reach their goal, or they stayed and fight, risking their lives and obtaining what they came for at a faster rate. Mordicai wished to stay and fight, his blood lust at its peak, and with his father forcing him to leave the fight, he turned on the man. Nazis surrounded them, guns aimed, yet to the two stubborn men, they were too focused on their argument. With the command of their officer, the soldiers held their ground, and waited to see what would unfold.

Both men went at each other with blades and other weapons that they could pick off the ground, and each time, they would fight back in retaliation. Soon enough, Mordicai pulled a rather disgusting trick by grabbing a soldier's gun to fire a shot at close range at his father's head. In the rush of rage and delight of seeing the fresh warm body at his feet, Mordicai showed no mercy and threw himself upon the body to feast. His father would be consumed just like his aunt and cousin were.

The soldiers picked up the now numb and blacked out man, he looked so young, so innocent looking, but his pain and suffering would be quick. They spared his life, but because of his past actions on killing Nazi soldiers, he would suffer...and become disfigured for the rest of his life.

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Mordicai obtained the scars you see on his face with three long years of torture. More than what he was told, but during those three years, he was brainwashed to work for the Nazis and even Hitler himself. For years, ages and ages, he studied, worked, and came up with countless weapons. Magnificent, but deadly, weapons that changed the world even today of modern warfare.

Oddly enough, his lifespan was extended and because of being around nuclear wastes and corpses all the time, his blood became polluted with chemicals. Not much of a fault though, it expanded his lifeline well enough beyond the average human being. In his free time, he became attracted to the human body, and wished to mimic what had happened to him, hoping to find the wellspring of life and gain the so called love from his masters that he never properly obtained from his father.

He began creating monsters, twisted creatures that were taken to be used as new bio technological weapons and soldiers during the war, but such a temporary happiness of cash flow and experiments ended with the Americans invading and capturing most of his team and others. The Fuhrer escaped well enough, but two days later word got out that he had killed himself. His reign of terror had ended...

Mordicai faced more dangers, he was placed in court for his actions against the human race. He had finally snapped completely though, all hope for him had long gone ages so he faced his death with open arms. He laughed at the jury and all that cursed, defiled, and hated him.

In the end, he was given the death penalty. What brought fear into his inmates was that he faced the chair six times and lethal injection two times. Each time, he had 'died' and was buried in the prison cemetery, each time, he rose again, from his 'sleep' to reek more havoc on the human race. Each time, he was captured and placed back in prison.

His final escape would set him free for good though. Escaping the country and finding peace in Mexico, Mordicai kept to the shadows, hidden where the law force and powers of goof could not catch him. Now, with the heat and tension died down, Mordicai simply rises again to return to his studies and mutations.

Personality

-He can be destructive and a deadly beast. From time to time, he will become a bloodthirsty being that will go on a reckless lust of hunger and rape. What makes things even more disturbing is that his eyesight will go pure red with rage. Blind rages are dangerous kind of thing though so he's quite careful in holding his temper.

-Nicotine, Cocaine, Marijuana, Absinthe, Alcohol and other assorted additives are a part of his lifestyle. He is an addict, he admits it, and he's not going to go to any AA meetings, no help centers, and no health places. If you wish to cure him, or lecture him on how drugs and alcohol is bad, he will simply ignore you. It's his lifestyle, he can suffer and pollute it as much as he likes.

-Paranoid and somewhat silly. With a life of betraying bastards and confusion, Mordicai has become a bit of an untrustworthy being. He can't be trusted and he can't trust others all too well. There have been many a situation where he has betrayed a comrade for better pay or to save his own a**. He knows that it's hard to kill him, but if he dies..again, then he's going to make sure he's going to bring others down with him. And unlike him, they can't come back from the dead.

-Rudeness. He's quite rude, but many mistake truthfulness to being rude. Mordicai does not lie, he only with holds the truth or tells only half of the information from someone. Don't ever call him a liar though, that hurts his feelings!

-Intelligent, smart, witty, and just wise. The man has seen enough in his prime to earn the title of insane. His brain capacity is well above average to the norm, and with a vast imagination..his mind is his greatest weapon he can wield.

-Mania. He's insanely happy. Not like twisted Joker trigger happy, but he seems to have a bit of a grin and laughs every once and a while in unfunny situations.

-Cannibalism is fun if done properly. Mordicai can fix up a great meal of a victim. Usually, he prefers a nice young woman, but he won't pass up a strapping young man either. What is more entertaining for him, is serving people to people. Or even just serving victims to greater beings that he's enslaved to.

-Enslavement. Weather he's dominating and owning the ******** out of someone, or a very dominant woman is controlling him, he loves it. Yet, there are very few women that can dominate him these days. He's oh so picky about it!

-Gore, delicious blood, guts, and the ripping and tearing of flesh is music to his ears. Mordicai enjoys a good hunt from time to time and has no qualms of eating things raw. Sometimes..he prefers it...

The Laboratory

Home sweet home! Home is where the heart is! Come home my child! Everyone needs a place to feel at peace and this said place is a home away from home so to speak. Not within the confines of the park, an abandoned apartment complex lays waiting to be demolished and Do Not Cross tape lays on the ground under a few rocks. There had seem to be a bit of a bloody situation in the past. A said beast, or demonic force inhabited the apartment, at first, the beast was docile, yet something unknown triggered it to attack and kill all those whom lived within the apartment. Even when the tenants moved away, the beast followed them and made sure they were dead. Obviously, the said 'demon' was Mordicai. Such a nasty thing to call him though! He's not a demon!

Yet, all in all, and quite amazingly, files and deeds of the whole building was not only protected by the owner, but also guarded by activists for being a hot spot for spirits as well as being historical or something. Yet, the man has lived here for a good ten years and has yet to see such a demonic or sensed even a lick of spirit.

The lobby and most of the upper levels are old and dusty. Abandoned furniture, dirty windows, and the smell of mothballs and dry wood clings to everything. A few wild creatures have made their way into the nooks and crannies of the place, mostly wild cats, a few smart dogs, birds, and commonly insects. The whole place is pretty unstable to tell the truth, the floorboards are weaker the higher you go and the roof holds old pigeon cages. A few open ones house some birds and the smell of their feces litters the place well too.

Of course, when you get lower, you'll come across the basement area, or the so called laundry room. Once you get down here, everything seems up to date and clean. Not a speck of dust and the obvious signs of wires, ropes, and gears are hanging from the ceiling as well as moving around the floor.

There is a door in a corner, a door on the floor, strong, metal, and obviously not hidden. Yet the security is strong, one would need an eye scan, a blood sample, and a p***s identification. Meaning, yes, shove your p***s in a hole, if it does not match then expect a mini guillotine blade to slice down and lop your p***s off.

If you get past first base, you'll be led down a dark stairway and down a deep and long corridor. Past the sewage system, and deep within the earth is a great Colosseum. An ancient tabloid ruin that was buried long ago was dug up by him during an explosive mistake. Over time, Mordicai collected, obtained, and hoarded anything and everything. His great and powerful mind improvised and created multiple things. Hell, even some things he purchased from secret army bases and even more from aliens on different worlds. Because of his inventions, his creations, his ideals, the riches he has in his banking account is limitless.

Supposedly, one expects a vast detail and explanation of what his lab contains, we'll just let your imagination decide on such things.

Hobbies

-Listening to weird ******** music that has subliminal messages to them when played backwards.
-Reading Obituaries in newspapers.
-Digging up fresh graves if he gets the chance!
-Masturbating to Guro and Zombie Porn.
-Creating new creatures/mutants/freaks.
-Eating Children.
-Inventing new weapons/armor/technology.
-Improving the security around his Lab.
-Being owned by a very powerful woman.
-Serving his Mistress.
-Creating new and illegal drugs.
-Torturing/Capturing/Enslaving

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The Beauty
The Beast

"Its voice, unlike that of its companion, was light and breathy-the voice of an excited girl. Every inch of its head had been tattooed with an intricate grid, and at every intersection of horizontal and vertical axes a jeweled pin driven through to the bone. Its tongue was similarly decorated."

Basic Information

Name: Morgenstern
Species: Cenobite
Occupation: Guardian and Gatekeeper of the Lament Configuration
Height: 6'5
Weight: Unknown
Approach Level: Highly Dangerous
Known Family: Father-Pinhead
Mother-Deceased
Known Allies: None
Known Enemies: Most of Humanity

Powers

Morgenstern is an extremely powerful being, and as such, has several supernatural abilities. She is virtually unstoppable and invulnerable in the physical sense. Her preferred method of attack is by summoning hooks and chains to mutilate victims, often pulling said victims in several directions to tear them apart. These chains are subject to her total mental control and she may direct them at will. The chains may even change shape after having attached to a victim. Morgenstern is highly resistant to damage and direct assault, able to shrug off all but the most potent attacks. She tends to move at a slow walk; it is unknown whether she is physically incapable of running, or simply chooses not to.

Her magic is also used for creating objects out of thin air, teleporting, creating explosions at distances and deceiving opponents with illusions. Morgenstern is also familiar with the Occult and magic, with an ability to read minds.

Lemarchand's Box

A Lemarchand box is a mystical/mechanical device that acts as a door — or a key to a door — to another dimension or plane of existence. The solution of the puzzle creates a bridge through which beings may travel in either direction across this "Schism". The inhabitants of these other realms may seem demonic to humans.

The interior surfaces were brilliantly polished. Frank's reflection — distorted, fragmented — skated across the lacquer.... Lemarchand, who had been in his time a maker of singing birds, had constructed the box so that opening it tripped a musical mechanism, which began to tinkle a short rondo of sublime banality

And there was music too; a simple tune emerged from the box, played on a mechanism that she could not yet see. Enchanted, she delved further. Though one piece had been removed, the rest did not come readily. Each segment presented a fresh challenge to fingers and mind, the victories rewarded with a further filigree added to the tune.

The puzzle draws the player onward until suddenly the puzzle is solved and the gateway is opened. As the puzzle is nearly completed, the sound of a large bell can be heard tolling mournfully. The sound comes from the realm of the Cenobites, and announces their impending arrival. Once the gate is opened, the box begins reassembling itself.

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~Scenes for Mikaruge~

-Post Apocalyptic
-Futuristic
-Sci-Fi
-Urban DO WANT
-College Campus
-Super HeroDO WANT
-Yaoi
-Urban-Fantasy
-Historical (mid 70's-late 90's)
-Romance
-Adventure


~Scenes for Mordicai~

-Historical (WW2-present)DO WANT
-Urban
-Futuristic
-Sci-Fi
-Slave/Master
-HorrorDO WANT
-Insane AsylumDO WANT
-Super Villain
-Teacher

~Scenes for Morgenstern~

-HorrorDO WANT
-Historical (All)
-Sci-Fi Horror
-Slave/Master
-Teacher
-Insane Asylum
-Fantasy
-Urban
-Super VillainDO WANT

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-yawn-..... neutral

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