Name: Miska Katona
Nicknames/Alias: Mika; Mouse
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Foodsexual (Asexual)
Race: Ghoul
Appearance:
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 139lbs
Eye Colour: Bubblegum
Hair Colour: White, with faint highlights of pink and blue
Distinguishable Markings: When he eats flesh, does anything that involves an immense amount of energy, or simply whenever he pleases to do so, the sclera (whites of his eyes) will turn black (giving him a rather eerie look, which is encinuated if he is partially covered in blood, which is usually the case when this happens).
Clothing Style: Pastel goth
Personality: Cheerful and energetic, Mika is the type of person most would enjoy being around, if only for short periods of time. He has a tendency to be immature, dramatic, and a bit airheaded at times. Making friends is something he quite enjoys doing, even if they don't stick around long. Going a bit further, past the sweet exterior is something entirely different, a boy who's mind has been twisted and disfigured to the point of being all but broken entirely. At times there's a childish cruelty about him. It doesn't take much for him to flip, and he is rather unpredictable in his actions. He can easily become hostile, and won't hesitate to hurt someone for whatever reason he sees fit. The only known exception to this is children. Even when extremely upset he would never be one to harm a child, at least not intentionally.
Likes: Animals; sweaters; sweets, especially cakes, pudding, and macarons; rain; the taste of human flesh; meteor showers; well-matched colours; artificial banana flavour; eating.
Dislikes: Bitter foods; Asparagus, the food and the colour (especially the colour, he has a burning hatred for the colour); unattractive people; animal meat (he only eats people meat); tight spaces; feeling weak; poorly prepared food.
Theme: Outer Science - Jin feat. Soraru
History: Miska was born to a well off Hungarian family, one that none would consider to be monsters. Anyone who knew them could all agree that they were some of the most pleasant people in the area, and they weren't wrong about this. The fact that they were Ghouls was a close-guarded secret, one which even most of the workers in the household were not aware of. Only once every week or so would they consume human meat. (Certain contacts supplied them with what they needed, in a way that nobody needed to be harmed.) This way they got what they needed, staying healthy and keeping up appearances.
As a child, Miska was actually quite shy and timid. His elder sister Cili was the more sociable one, and she was the main reason he had friends at all, even though they were all technically secondhand friends. Still, she was the only person he was very close to. For the most part his life was fairly uneventful. Until of course, their precious secret was found out by just the wrong people. A small group of ghouls found them and, thinking the peaceful life of the Katonas was stupid and boring, opted to raid the home and destroy the residents. Following Cili's orders, Miska hid in a dumbwaiter while she attempted to fend off those who were on their way up the stairs. From behind the small door he could hear the fight clearly, and there was no way his sister would be able to fight them both. He didn't really think he would make a difference, but he also couldn't make himself just sit and wait. So he moved as quickly as he could, breaking off the door and jumping straight towards one of the asailants.
It was too quick for him to process what was happening, and by the time he did, the seven year old boy had managed to injure one, and he turned his attention back to the other. The sight of Cili dead on the ground beside him was enough to send him into a fit of rage, and he took it out on the ghouls in front of him.
Even then he still was no match, and before long he was prepared to give up. He wasn't the first to stop attacking though. A third person, who had apparently been watching and debating mentally if she should intervene of not for a few minutes, orderd the two to stop. Miska was too tired at this point to make out what they were saying to each other, and passed out in less than a minute.
When he woke up again he was in their local headquarters, and it was explained to him that they were in fact a much larger organization with a goal of allowing the 'monsters' of the world to take the world back from humans, as 'they so rightfully deserved'. The reason he hadn't been killed was because of what the woman from the attack on his family had said about his potential strength. He was given the choice of joining them and becoming better and stronger, or dying then and there. The answer was obvious to him, he would have to get stronger so that he could make up for not being able to save Cili, even if it meant allying with those who were the reason for his troubles in the first place.
For a few years he worked, doing the dirty work for those above him, training alone, and even slowly rising in the ranks as he moved from base to base all across Europe. He grew cold and distant, knowing that numbing his emotions were the only way to keep from crumbling apart. He also learned that the so called 'organization' wasn't very organized at all. They all had the same goal, but different groups did whatever they liked. The leaders didn't seem to care, and unless it interfered with their business or someone risked mass exposure, nobody said anything. However, this caused the whole system to be very fragile, and when just a few bounty hunters made a small crack in the metaphorical glass, the whole window shattered. Panic caused everyone to scatter, Miska included. He was quick to escape and had no major issues on the way out.
The real trouble came when he found himself trying to find out what to do next. He hadn't spent much time out among people for a while, and he had become too used to living the way he had for so long. In the end he decided to return to Hungary. A few train and bus rides, a number of picked pockets, and a lot of walking later, the now thirteen year old Miska finally arrived back in the place he felt the most comfortable. The first thing he had to do was find a place to stay, and he ended up squatting in a show house of a fancy neighborhood. For a little while he passed the time by wandering around the town, returning to his house that wasn't actually his after it got dark so there was less of a chance for him to be noticed. He was doing fairly well in that aspect, or so he thought.
One evening on his return route, he wasn't paying as much attention as he thought, although he only noticed as he jumped the fence to enter the backyard. He landed easily as he had done plenty of times before, but no more than a few seconds later was the sound of another, much less graceful, thump. Someone had followed him. And he had no clue what to to about it. His first instinct was to run, but he hadn't even turned around yet and he didn't know who it was behind him. He'd have to get past them to get away and without looking there was no way to know if he'd be able to. Thoughts blazed through his head about what to do until the person spoke, the voice stopping all sound. He didn't even know what she said, but it did make him turn around and actually look. A girl, probably close to his age, who seemed unphased by the drop she had just taken. Questions came next, she asked who he was and what he was doing, how long he'd been around and why he was breaking in to this place. He didn't answer for a long time. When he did, it was quiet and hesitant, though she seemed to hear him well enough. The replies he gave were as short as he could think to make them. "My name's Miska" "Haven't been here long" "It's a long story" and such answers. Not much explanation was given, but this girl, who had introduced herself as Kamilla, didn't seem to care. The next thing he knew his small bag was in one hand and the other was being held as he was dragged along.
He was led a few streets down and into another house, where Kamilla offered a short explanation to her parents who were a little surprised, but didn't seem to mind. From then he began staying with them, glad they didn't persistently question him like he feared they might. He was enrolled in the same school as Milla, who tried to help him catch up as best as she could. For the time being, Miska's life was slowing down again.
His behavior quickly went from cold and defensive to more open and sweet, though he still refused to answer when certain questions were asked. He didn't excell in studies, but he did well enough that was fine with him. It would seem he had the closest thing to a family as he could get. But the length of time he spent in the dark wouldn't allow him to be satisfied. He found that living normally was actually boring. Not only that, but it was also difficult for him to eat the way he should since he was almost always around Milla. In time he found ways around this, the most effective method was going out in the middle of the night to find some excitement or some way to feed.
Two years passed, Miska was fairly happy although still trying to balance his mind. He was no longer constantly worrying if something would happen, the defences were lowered and he felt comfortable. This would end up being his downfall. Someone from the old organization located him, saying there was some old score to settle though Miska knew that he just wanted to pick a fight. The fight was quick, the person who'd shown up was definately weak compared to him. It wasn't even an issue, except Milla had heard something and come to investigate, seeing her friend just as he was tearing the man in two.
Miska was the one to stop her from running this time. He grabbed her arm and hastily explained that he was a ghoul, he only fought because he was attacked and that he couldn't tell her much more because it was dangerous. She wanted to understand, but it was obvious that she couldn't cope with what she had seen. Milla changed if only slightly because of what she saw, and she did her best to hide it. Miska was the same on the outside, but the event caused the scale to tip ever so slowly.
After a while he figured it wouldn't be the last time someone dangerous would show, and he had to be the one to protect those he loved if and when they did. Initially he figured that he would just make sure that nobody got close enough to hurt them. This would be enough, right? He didn't know. Doubt began to change his mind and through many theoretical problems and flawed solutions he finally arrived at the answer he was looking for. Miska knew evactly what to do to be sure that they were protected.
He stayed up and waited for everyone to go to sleep, then started from the parents' room. It was quick, and he returned to the room he shared with Milla to save her as well. She woke up just before he did so, though, and her face looked scared. "I said I'd protect you, didn't I?" He said with a smile, and patted his only friend on the head as she took her last breath. There was quite a mess, but he didn't mind. He'd finally found a way to be sure they would all be safe, and that was what really mattered.
As much as he liked the place he'd finally called home, it was time for him to leave. Belongings gathered, he set off again to find someplace new and interesting.
Relations:
Balint Katona - Father; deceased
Terezia Katona - Mother; deceased
Cili Katona - Elder sister; deceased
Kamilla - Best friend; adoptive sister; "someplace she'll be safe"; deceased
Abilities: Mika is not only much stronger than humans, but his senses are also decently hightened as well. He has an exceptional sense of smell and can hear things too soft or distant for most to detect. His real powers, though, are more extreme than just this. He has high regenerative capabilities, able to quickly recover from some of the worst injuries. At any time he can release a weapon-like limb from his lower back area. This extention moves easily and almost flows like water, but is as hard as his bones, making for the perfect weapon. (Though many are unaware of this, it is also his weakest spot. Before it is released it may be difficult to know where to strike, and it's highly unlikely anyone would be able to get close enough after it's fuly extended. If one is skilled enough they would be able to strike just as he releases, rendering him relatively defenseless.)
Weapons: He doesn't use any actual weapons, prefering to stick with what he's used to. That being the thing attatched to him that he can move as freely and easily as his hands. There's two ways he can attack with this: a thick and slow appendage that's almost like a hammer, or he can uncoil what is actually many 'tails' and strike more quickly.
Other: Whenever he is actively hunting, he wears a mask resembling a mouse to hide his identity. If he, for whatever reason, attacks without a mask, he has ways of keeping his face hidden. Generally this means wearing a hood or staying in the dark, or finding other ways to keep his face from being seen. He has even just used his hands and attacked blindly or peeking through his fingers.
Nicknames/Alias: Mika; Mouse
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Foodsexual (Asexual)
Race: Ghoul
Appearance:
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 139lbs
Eye Colour: Bubblegum
Hair Colour: White, with faint highlights of pink and blue
Distinguishable Markings: When he eats flesh, does anything that involves an immense amount of energy, or simply whenever he pleases to do so, the sclera (whites of his eyes) will turn black (giving him a rather eerie look, which is encinuated if he is partially covered in blood, which is usually the case when this happens).
Clothing Style: Pastel goth
Personality: Cheerful and energetic, Mika is the type of person most would enjoy being around, if only for short periods of time. He has a tendency to be immature, dramatic, and a bit airheaded at times. Making friends is something he quite enjoys doing, even if they don't stick around long. Going a bit further, past the sweet exterior is something entirely different, a boy who's mind has been twisted and disfigured to the point of being all but broken entirely. At times there's a childish cruelty about him. It doesn't take much for him to flip, and he is rather unpredictable in his actions. He can easily become hostile, and won't hesitate to hurt someone for whatever reason he sees fit. The only known exception to this is children. Even when extremely upset he would never be one to harm a child, at least not intentionally.
Likes: Animals; sweaters; sweets, especially cakes, pudding, and macarons; rain; the taste of human flesh; meteor showers; well-matched colours; artificial banana flavour; eating.
Dislikes: Bitter foods; Asparagus, the food and the colour (especially the colour, he has a burning hatred for the colour); unattractive people; animal meat (he only eats people meat); tight spaces; feeling weak; poorly prepared food.
Theme: Outer Science - Jin feat. Soraru
History: Miska was born to a well off Hungarian family, one that none would consider to be monsters. Anyone who knew them could all agree that they were some of the most pleasant people in the area, and they weren't wrong about this. The fact that they were Ghouls was a close-guarded secret, one which even most of the workers in the household were not aware of. Only once every week or so would they consume human meat. (Certain contacts supplied them with what they needed, in a way that nobody needed to be harmed.) This way they got what they needed, staying healthy and keeping up appearances.
As a child, Miska was actually quite shy and timid. His elder sister Cili was the more sociable one, and she was the main reason he had friends at all, even though they were all technically secondhand friends. Still, she was the only person he was very close to. For the most part his life was fairly uneventful. Until of course, their precious secret was found out by just the wrong people. A small group of ghouls found them and, thinking the peaceful life of the Katonas was stupid and boring, opted to raid the home and destroy the residents. Following Cili's orders, Miska hid in a dumbwaiter while she attempted to fend off those who were on their way up the stairs. From behind the small door he could hear the fight clearly, and there was no way his sister would be able to fight them both. He didn't really think he would make a difference, but he also couldn't make himself just sit and wait. So he moved as quickly as he could, breaking off the door and jumping straight towards one of the asailants.
It was too quick for him to process what was happening, and by the time he did, the seven year old boy had managed to injure one, and he turned his attention back to the other. The sight of Cili dead on the ground beside him was enough to send him into a fit of rage, and he took it out on the ghouls in front of him.
Even then he still was no match, and before long he was prepared to give up. He wasn't the first to stop attacking though. A third person, who had apparently been watching and debating mentally if she should intervene of not for a few minutes, orderd the two to stop. Miska was too tired at this point to make out what they were saying to each other, and passed out in less than a minute.
When he woke up again he was in their local headquarters, and it was explained to him that they were in fact a much larger organization with a goal of allowing the 'monsters' of the world to take the world back from humans, as 'they so rightfully deserved'. The reason he hadn't been killed was because of what the woman from the attack on his family had said about his potential strength. He was given the choice of joining them and becoming better and stronger, or dying then and there. The answer was obvious to him, he would have to get stronger so that he could make up for not being able to save Cili, even if it meant allying with those who were the reason for his troubles in the first place.
For a few years he worked, doing the dirty work for those above him, training alone, and even slowly rising in the ranks as he moved from base to base all across Europe. He grew cold and distant, knowing that numbing his emotions were the only way to keep from crumbling apart. He also learned that the so called 'organization' wasn't very organized at all. They all had the same goal, but different groups did whatever they liked. The leaders didn't seem to care, and unless it interfered with their business or someone risked mass exposure, nobody said anything. However, this caused the whole system to be very fragile, and when just a few bounty hunters made a small crack in the metaphorical glass, the whole window shattered. Panic caused everyone to scatter, Miska included. He was quick to escape and had no major issues on the way out.
The real trouble came when he found himself trying to find out what to do next. He hadn't spent much time out among people for a while, and he had become too used to living the way he had for so long. In the end he decided to return to Hungary. A few train and bus rides, a number of picked pockets, and a lot of walking later, the now thirteen year old Miska finally arrived back in the place he felt the most comfortable. The first thing he had to do was find a place to stay, and he ended up squatting in a show house of a fancy neighborhood. For a little while he passed the time by wandering around the town, returning to his house that wasn't actually his after it got dark so there was less of a chance for him to be noticed. He was doing fairly well in that aspect, or so he thought.
One evening on his return route, he wasn't paying as much attention as he thought, although he only noticed as he jumped the fence to enter the backyard. He landed easily as he had done plenty of times before, but no more than a few seconds later was the sound of another, much less graceful, thump. Someone had followed him. And he had no clue what to to about it. His first instinct was to run, but he hadn't even turned around yet and he didn't know who it was behind him. He'd have to get past them to get away and without looking there was no way to know if he'd be able to. Thoughts blazed through his head about what to do until the person spoke, the voice stopping all sound. He didn't even know what she said, but it did make him turn around and actually look. A girl, probably close to his age, who seemed unphased by the drop she had just taken. Questions came next, she asked who he was and what he was doing, how long he'd been around and why he was breaking in to this place. He didn't answer for a long time. When he did, it was quiet and hesitant, though she seemed to hear him well enough. The replies he gave were as short as he could think to make them. "My name's Miska" "Haven't been here long" "It's a long story" and such answers. Not much explanation was given, but this girl, who had introduced herself as Kamilla, didn't seem to care. The next thing he knew his small bag was in one hand and the other was being held as he was dragged along.
He was led a few streets down and into another house, where Kamilla offered a short explanation to her parents who were a little surprised, but didn't seem to mind. From then he began staying with them, glad they didn't persistently question him like he feared they might. He was enrolled in the same school as Milla, who tried to help him catch up as best as she could. For the time being, Miska's life was slowing down again.
His behavior quickly went from cold and defensive to more open and sweet, though he still refused to answer when certain questions were asked. He didn't excell in studies, but he did well enough that was fine with him. It would seem he had the closest thing to a family as he could get. But the length of time he spent in the dark wouldn't allow him to be satisfied. He found that living normally was actually boring. Not only that, but it was also difficult for him to eat the way he should since he was almost always around Milla. In time he found ways around this, the most effective method was going out in the middle of the night to find some excitement or some way to feed.
Two years passed, Miska was fairly happy although still trying to balance his mind. He was no longer constantly worrying if something would happen, the defences were lowered and he felt comfortable. This would end up being his downfall. Someone from the old organization located him, saying there was some old score to settle though Miska knew that he just wanted to pick a fight. The fight was quick, the person who'd shown up was definately weak compared to him. It wasn't even an issue, except Milla had heard something and come to investigate, seeing her friend just as he was tearing the man in two.
Miska was the one to stop her from running this time. He grabbed her arm and hastily explained that he was a ghoul, he only fought because he was attacked and that he couldn't tell her much more because it was dangerous. She wanted to understand, but it was obvious that she couldn't cope with what she had seen. Milla changed if only slightly because of what she saw, and she did her best to hide it. Miska was the same on the outside, but the event caused the scale to tip ever so slowly.
After a while he figured it wouldn't be the last time someone dangerous would show, and he had to be the one to protect those he loved if and when they did. Initially he figured that he would just make sure that nobody got close enough to hurt them. This would be enough, right? He didn't know. Doubt began to change his mind and through many theoretical problems and flawed solutions he finally arrived at the answer he was looking for. Miska knew evactly what to do to be sure that they were protected.
He stayed up and waited for everyone to go to sleep, then started from the parents' room. It was quick, and he returned to the room he shared with Milla to save her as well. She woke up just before he did so, though, and her face looked scared. "I said I'd protect you, didn't I?" He said with a smile, and patted his only friend on the head as she took her last breath. There was quite a mess, but he didn't mind. He'd finally found a way to be sure they would all be safe, and that was what really mattered.
As much as he liked the place he'd finally called home, it was time for him to leave. Belongings gathered, he set off again to find someplace new and interesting.
Relations:
Balint Katona - Father; deceased
Terezia Katona - Mother; deceased
Cili Katona - Elder sister; deceased
Kamilla - Best friend; adoptive sister; "someplace she'll be safe"; deceased
Abilities: Mika is not only much stronger than humans, but his senses are also decently hightened as well. He has an exceptional sense of smell and can hear things too soft or distant for most to detect. His real powers, though, are more extreme than just this. He has high regenerative capabilities, able to quickly recover from some of the worst injuries. At any time he can release a weapon-like limb from his lower back area. This extention moves easily and almost flows like water, but is as hard as his bones, making for the perfect weapon. (Though many are unaware of this, it is also his weakest spot. Before it is released it may be difficult to know where to strike, and it's highly unlikely anyone would be able to get close enough after it's fuly extended. If one is skilled enough they would be able to strike just as he releases, rendering him relatively defenseless.)
Weapons: He doesn't use any actual weapons, prefering to stick with what he's used to. That being the thing attatched to him that he can move as freely and easily as his hands. There's two ways he can attack with this: a thick and slow appendage that's almost like a hammer, or he can uncoil what is actually many 'tails' and strike more quickly.
Other: Whenever he is actively hunting, he wears a mask resembling a mouse to hide his identity. If he, for whatever reason, attacks without a mask, he has ways of keeping his face hidden. Generally this means wearing a hood or staying in the dark, or finding other ways to keep his face from being seen. He has even just used his hands and attacked blindly or peeking through his fingers.
Notes from the mun:
Uuuuuugggghhhhhhhh I need to stop Japan you have ruined me. In case anyone is wondering, yes he is kinda based off a Tokyo Ghoul style ghoul and I'm just trying to avoid using anything straight from the series. Termology-wise, at least. I can't help it they're just so great despite the fact that the series is so emotionally scarring.
I GOT 99 PROBLEMS AND 90 OF THEM ARE BECAUSE OF ISHIDA SUI
Holy frick that history is long. I guess I'm longwinded when I'm being an a**. Seriously, all my longest histories are cruel. -n- I guess it's just easier to write more when it's unhappy and/or violent? ¯_(ツ)_/¯ Either way I'm a terrible person but I mean he's F'd up and he had to get that way some how.
I'm still writing this history and listening to Ayano's Theory of Happiness and I can just feel such harsh judgement from fictional characters. Judgement and shame.
I FEEL SO BAD WRITING THIS BABY IM SORRY I WANNA HOLD AND PROTECT YOU BUT I ALSO WANNA CRUSH YOUR HEART AND SOUL BECAUSE I'M CRUEL AND HOPEFULLY YOU WILL AT LEAST BE OK? WITH IT BY THE TIME I'M PLAYING YOU
THIS IS???? THIS IS MESSED UP WOW I AM MESSED UP
the frick just happened man
Uuuuuugggghhhhhhhh I need to stop Japan you have ruined me. In case anyone is wondering, yes he is kinda based off a Tokyo Ghoul style ghoul and I'm just trying to avoid using anything straight from the series. Termology-wise, at least. I can't help it they're just so great despite the fact that the series is so emotionally scarring.
I GOT 99 PROBLEMS AND 90 OF THEM ARE BECAUSE OF ISHIDA SUI
Holy frick that history is long. I guess I'm longwinded when I'm being an a**. Seriously, all my longest histories are cruel. -n- I guess it's just easier to write more when it's unhappy and/or violent? ¯_(ツ)_/¯ Either way I'm a terrible person but I mean he's F'd up and he had to get that way some how.
I'm still writing this history and listening to Ayano's Theory of Happiness and I can just feel such harsh judgement from fictional characters. Judgement and shame.
I FEEL SO BAD WRITING THIS BABY IM SORRY I WANNA HOLD AND PROTECT YOU BUT I ALSO WANNA CRUSH YOUR HEART AND SOUL BECAUSE I'M CRUEL AND HOPEFULLY YOU WILL AT LEAST BE OK? WITH IT BY THE TIME I'M PLAYING YOU
THIS IS???? THIS IS MESSED UP WOW I AM MESSED UP
the frick just happened man
